[He groaned, but it was a mostly playful sound. He loved the fact that Roy got so gleeful when he actually found someone that he was comfortable enough with to actually let his guard down around.
Pressing one last kiss to the man's knuckles, he sighed and leaned, albeit a little awkwardly, until his head could rest on his boyfriend's shoulder.]
I...I think I really like, like them. As in, I want to kiss them and hold them, not just play around with them. I don't even think sex is their cup of tea and that is fine, I just want to be able to hold them and listen to you both sleep.
[He sounded like a stalker, but he was a Bat. They were all kinda trained to be stalkers.]
[ That smile just as wide, not even hurt or upset. ]
Hell, I even tried to talk to them about it. Thank you for telling me, that's the most important thing. Don't worry about sex or anything yet, just worry about them. I am here to support you both all the way. They're cute, I approve, pretty boy.
[ Roy was really not bothered at all. He loved Jason, yes, but he had always been down for polyamory as long as communication was involved. And much like with Tim? He knew before Jason clearly. ]
[He huffed and there may have been a bit of a blush, but he didn't pull away.]
Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, archer boy.
[But he was smiling as he said it and, once his face stopped burning quite so much, he picked his head back up so he could kiss his boyfriend softly.]
I love you. You're so amazing.
[He cupped Roy's face in hand, feeling his callouses chaff against smooth skin before he leaned back in for another, slightly deeper kiss. He rarely actually said the words, but he did his best to pour as much of his love and devotion into that tender kiss.
Communication was important and it had taken far too long for them to get good at it, but now that they were there, they were good at it. And that was saying something considering Jason could miss literally anything if it wasn't explicitly pointed out to him.
He was amazingly good at forgetting that feelings were a thing.]
[ Wren appreciates his willingness to work with them, here. They grab his phone to have it ready since they have a sinking suspicion as to what they'll find when they tug up his shirt to peel back the bandage and check. ]
[If Jason could keep the Batmobile on the road while fourteen and high off his ass on Ivy's pollen, this was a piece of cake. From the outside, not a single person would be able to guess what was happening behind those tinted windows. He even remembered to use his blinkers when he turned, using all of his driving ability to not have to shift gears as much as possible.
Mostly because he wasn't entirely certain that Wren could think well enough anymore. He'd found that once they started, their brain rather quickly gave in to their body's urges. It probably had something to do with how hard they worked to avoid anything involving sex before, but he didn't know for sure. He could only guess.
Well, guess and stroke their cock. He groaned when their teeth found a grip on his throat, his hips giving a tiny rock against nothing. His pulse was fast under their teeth, but his control of the car didn't waver...even as his hand slipped further into their pants to stroke against their opening.]
[With the night they'd had, Jason was a little surprised to hear Wren give him the go ahead to play with that particular opening, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. He'd be careful, but being inside them was fucking addictive and he gave a small groan as he eased the tip of one finger into them.
They were probably still open enough from the previous night to take two, but Jay was in absolutely no rush.]
[ Blackgate Penitentiary wasn't exactly an ideal location for meeting the parents, but.
One worked with what one had.
Wren would be almost 40 before their father was finally eligible for getting a parole hearing. And that was just for the possibility. Unless they wanted to wait another two decades and some change, this was how they had to introduce people important to their life.
They had the carefully even breathing of someone who was consciously maintaining it, holding Jason's hand whenever they could. Their own anger over the circumstances always wanted to boil over at times like this, waiting for the guards to give them permission to go to the meeting rooms. ]
Don't - don't tell him about the mask stuff. He still thinks I quit. I told him we met through a book club.
[Hey, Blackgate was better than Arkham. And really, both were better than Wayne Manor.
Jason didn't mind going to Blackgate to meet Wren's dad. He didn't know the whole story of what had happened, but Wren would tell him when they were ready. Or they wouldn't, Jason wouldn't mind either way. He had stories he didn't particularly want to tell, either.
He understood the anger, though, and he laced their hands together to offer his support as they waited for the thick door to be buzzed open. His hand gave a twitch at those whispered words, but he only turned to arch a brow down at them.]
A book club? The same story you use at work? Really? Alright, but I'm pretty sure he's going to take one look at me and know something is off..
I never said you didn't do mask work. Just. That I quit. And I didn't go back. Please.
[ They want their dad to like Jason and... given everything that happened with Vivienne, they're very worried that ship is going to sail if he finds out that Jason got them back into it.
They know they're asking a lot, asking Jason to lie for them. The truth is going to come out eventually, but they know their dad doesn't get a lot of visitors, and they're sure none of them would want to break the news to him of their kid going back into things. Not when he hated that Wren did it at all in the first place. ]
With the three of them there, it was turning out easy, but not suspiciously easy. They were occupied, but having fun with it - Jason showing off some of those former boy wonder acrobatics, Roy making increasingly wild trick shots. It was fun, in a way it can only be when there's confirmed no civilians around to be put in danger.
When their danger sense rippled through them - loud, demanding, like a sudden alarm - Wren had no chance to think about it. A direction, a screamed NOWNOWNOWNOW- they looped an arm around Jason's waist, grabbed the back of Roy's vest and pulled them both back behind the largest closes piece of cover they could find just in time to get them out of the blast range of the sudden explosion that hit.
The job had always meant to be on the simpler side. Not easy, because then it would be boring, but simple enough to send their summer off with a nice little bash. Some people did BBQs, and Jason had every intention of doing that, too...but taking down a den of weapon dealers was something that all three of them could get behind.
And if they could treat it as a last hoorah and have a little fun with it, well...even better.
As such, he wasn't expecting Wren's arm around his waist, tightening like a steel band as he was jerked off his feet. He had just enough time to register that Roy had been included in the frantic grab and go maneuver before the world went up in light and sound and fire. He'd been in enough explosions to recover quickly enough, throwing his body over the both of his partners to protect them from the heat of the flash fire. The crate they'd taken shelter behind was sizzling, it was so hot...but Jason's helmet had picked up something over it.
Boots. Heavy and thickly soled, moving in well practiced unison. The jingle of weapons on body harnesses, rounds being racked into chambers. The bark of someone in charge...and the metallic PING of a pin being pulled.
What a way to end the summer? Roy lived for the rush of the superhero gig, even sometimes when he was skirting that questionable line with Jason or Jade, he loved every moment of it. The last arrow, he had fired off, stuck one of the baddies to a wall with what looked like industrial strength glue. Some straight-up cartoon level stuff that only Roy's mind could cook up and somehow make work. "Jackpo…" He started to say before it melted into an 'ack' noise as Wren yanked them back.
Suddenly, he was on his back, his quiver digging into his spine, his bow dropped a moment as he pulled both arms around the other two to try to protect them too. Though, he didn't have those kinds of internal warning systems. Just the need to protect what he loved, and his heart thumping fast as he stared up at Jason as the explosion went off. "Jaybird!" He called out as soon as Jason yelled grenade. There was no way Jason wasn't having nightmares tonight if they survived.
Shifting as best he could, which wasn't much, he grabbed his bow and reached back for one of his arrows. One with a bulbous end. An explosive. "Let me up, we have to get moving."
Roy had had a blast at the party, making sure to thank Wren and Timbo for coming to celebrate. Of course, after eating, he had asked everyone to play Mario Kart, which was his favorite. Always had been, it was a time-honored Queen family tradition to solve problems and one he brought to the Harper-Todd household.
Once he had had some time to settle and have fun, he kept making eyes and winks over at Jason. That far too big for baby Jay great frog shirt was changed into about an hour before Roy announced he was off to bed. No one would be kicked out by him. He'd leave that to Jason if he wanted. He had no shame in his game, they knew it was his day.
And all of them knew how Harper was.
When Jason comes into the bedroom, Roy was sitting up cross-legged on the bed, wearing just the t-shirt and his heart and arrow boxers. His hair pulled loose, and damp, clearly he took a quick shower. "Hello loverboy." He greeted trying to sound suave, but honestly, he sounded as hyper and trying to not buzz away as ever.
The party was a success, his whole family gathered to celebrate Roy and each other. It was more than he usually cared for, but it was different because every single person in the house was his people. Their sounds and touches were comfortable instead of overwhelming, and if that threshold was pushed, not a single person would question him if he slipped away for a few minutes of quiet in the bedroom.
It left him smiling and laughing by the end of the night, loose limbed and easy going as he settled on the floor in front of the couch, leaning back against Wren and Tim's legs as he lost repeatedly in Mario Kart.
Roy changing into that Great Frog shirt did not help his concentration.
In the end, Jay didn't have to kick anyone anywhere. He'd kissed both Tim and Wren before they'd shooed him off towards the bedroom and the waiting birthday boy. It should have been awkward...but it wasn't. They knew him and they knew Roy and they both knew that when it was their turn, they'd get him all to themselves if they wanted him.
Closing the door behind him, Jay smiled as the sounds of soft chatting faded away behind the soundproofing of the bedroom.
"Hello yourself, beautiful. Fuck, I wasn't actually expecting you to put on my shirt. Do you have any idea what I almost did to you on the couch?"
It was a success, and one of his favorite birthdays yet. He had spent part of it with Mia and Dinah at Ollie's Bristol house, and then came home to Jason's chosen family. He adored Tim and Wren both, he totally got why Jason liked Wren, but that was for another night.
Not his birthday, no, those green eyes were already dilating as Jason came in, Roy biting his lip coyly to keep himself from hopping off the bed and hurrying over to Jason. "Kinda making the party move from PG-13 up to NC-17?" He teased a little, sitting back, so his arms were displayed, but his chest pushed forward in that old band tee.
"I said I would, only difference is this one fits, mine is probably Timbo sized now." Roy had been a lot smaller back then, but he liked who he was now. "Well, come here, pretty boy. I want you to completely wreck me tonight. That's what I want for my birthday."
...hello to you, too. Life's been good over here. You know, same old shit different day. Thanks for asking, though! I know how important your big brother duties are to you.
[ wow. he really hadn't been expecting Wren to be this bold. so much so that for a fraction of a second, he was truly caught off guard, frozen beneath the kiss before he melted into it with a sigh. a hand came to their waist as he slowly kissed back, shutting his eyes as he tipped his head to fit their lips closer together. slowly, with all the time in the world, he turned them so he can press them back against the door. ]
You know...how many times I've thought about kissing you? [ he murmured, his lips brushing against Wren's as he spoke. ]
[ Thinking about kissing Dick and actually doing it are so very different. Not that they ever let themself admit they were thinking of it. Wanting it. And this was still at a breakneck pace compared to how slow Wren normally moved when it came to relationships. They'd taken forever just to admit they liked Jason as more than a friend. It was only because of his work that had Wren in a place where they wouldn't still be so very firmly in 'maybe a couple flirty texts that could be written off'.
And damn, Dick is a good kisser. Not that Wren had ever really kissed more than three people, including Dick. Their eyes slid shut, flowers held protectively against their chest acting like the only barrier for decency left between them as Wren's back softly hit the wall. ]
No. Didn't, um. Didn't even know you did. Hoped, but.
Hoped? [ He murmured the word against Wren’s mouth, pulling apart enough to let them get some words in, but really, they weren’t close enough. Those damn flowers were wedged between them, and Dick really didn’t want to crush them.
Both hands found Wren’s and he guided their arms to drape over his shoulders so he could step in closer. ]
Wren, I think you’re really… [ A few more kisses fitted in the space between his words as both his hands left Wren’s and found their waist instead. ] cute, and I had a feeling maybe you were attracted to me, too.
[ His mouth found Wren’s jaw then, and peppered a line of kisses along the soft slope of it. ]
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From Memes
An evening bonding over Mr. Darcy and good food. Complete with a red headed boyfriend coming home midway through.
Jay, Wren, and an impromptu heart to heart about body issues, past histories, and a certain crush.
Sometimes card games get a little too personal.
Roy and Wren go get coffee. Continued here.
A job takes Jay and Wren out of the country and goes a little awry.
A favor gets Wren hurt and who's the first person they call?
Moving Wren into the apartment gets a little spicy.
Jason is a menace
But so is Wren
A Post-It note discussion
Did you know that drunk Wrens float?
A moment of insecurity
Roy comes home from Star City and he and Wren relax
Roy is a menace
Wren invites Roy to meet friends at the roller derby
Dick invites Wren to a fundraiser. Jay shows up, too
Return of the floating Wren
Wren nurses a hangover and learns some interesting things they promised the night before
Wren has some sass to share
Jay sends a hurt Roy home to Wren
Of Stitches and Confessions
[He groaned, but it was a mostly playful sound. He loved the fact that Roy got so gleeful when he actually found someone that he was comfortable enough with to actually let his guard down around.
Pressing one last kiss to the man's knuckles, he sighed and leaned, albeit a little awkwardly, until his head could rest on his boyfriend's shoulder.]
I...I think I really like, like them. As in, I want to kiss them and hold them, not just play around with them. I don't even think sex is their cup of tea and that is fine, I just want to be able to hold them and listen to you both sleep.
[He sounded like a stalker, but he was a Bat. They were all kinda trained to be stalkers.]
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[ That smile just as wide, not even hurt or upset. ]
Hell, I even tried to talk to them about it. Thank you for telling me, that's the most important thing. Don't worry about sex or anything yet, just worry about them. I am here to support you both all the way. They're cute, I approve, pretty boy.
[ Roy was really not bothered at all. He loved Jason, yes, but he had always been down for polyamory as long as communication was involved. And much like with Tim? He knew before Jason clearly. ]
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Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, archer boy.
[But he was smiling as he said it and, once his face stopped burning quite so much, he picked his head back up so he could kiss his boyfriend softly.]
I love you. You're so amazing.
[He cupped Roy's face in hand, feeling his callouses chaff against smooth skin before he leaned back in for another, slightly deeper kiss. He rarely actually said the words, but he did his best to pour as much of his love and devotion into that tender kiss.
Communication was important and it had taken far too long for them to get good at it, but now that they were there, they were good at it. And that was saying something considering Jason could miss literally anything if it wasn't explicitly pointed out to him.
He was amazingly good at forgetting that feelings were a thing.]
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TFLN continued~
Okay. Bones. Thank you.
[ They continue to stroke their fingers through his hair, rubbing lightly at his scalp, touching his shoulders and back. ]
I'm going to get up and need to check your bandage now, okay? I'll move you as little as possible.
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He groaned, forcing himself to shift over so he wasn't practically in their lap, his bulk keeping them from being able to move.]
'Sok...
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A menace, but a cute one
[If Jason could keep the Batmobile on the road while fourteen and high off his ass on Ivy's pollen, this was a piece of cake. From the outside, not a single person would be able to guess what was happening behind those tinted windows. He even remembered to use his blinkers when he turned, using all of his driving ability to not have to shift gears as much as possible.
Mostly because he wasn't entirely certain that Wren could think well enough anymore. He'd found that once they started, their brain rather quickly gave in to their body's urges. It probably had something to do with how hard they worked to avoid anything involving sex before, but he didn't know for sure. He could only guess.
Well, guess and stroke their cock. He groaned when their teeth found a grip on his throat, his hips giving a tiny rock against nothing. His pulse was fast under their teeth, but his control of the car didn't waver...even as his hand slipped further into their pants to stroke against their opening.]
Too sore for this, songbird? Or are you good?
absolute menace!
They bit down harder, though, rocked into Jason's touch, let out a soft and needy sound against his skin. They couldn't get enough of him. ]
Keep- keep going, please, fuck-
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They were probably still open enough from the previous night to take two, but Jay was in absolutely no rush.]
Fuck, baby doll. So fucking hot like this...
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Meeting Dad
One worked with what one had.
Wren would be almost 40 before their father was finally eligible for getting a parole hearing. And that was just for the possibility. Unless they wanted to wait another two decades and some change, this was how they had to introduce people important to their life.
They had the carefully even breathing of someone who was consciously maintaining it, holding Jason's hand whenever they could. Their own anger over the circumstances always wanted to boil over at times like this, waiting for the guards to give them permission to go to the meeting rooms. ]
Don't - don't tell him about the mask stuff. He still thinks I quit. I told him we met through a book club.
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Jason didn't mind going to Blackgate to meet Wren's dad. He didn't know the whole story of what had happened, but Wren would tell him when they were ready. Or they wouldn't, Jason wouldn't mind either way. He had stories he didn't particularly want to tell, either.
He understood the anger, though, and he laced their hands together to offer his support as they waited for the thick door to be buzzed open. His hand gave a twitch at those whispered words, but he only turned to arch a brow down at them.]
A book club? The same story you use at work? Really? Alright, but I'm pretty sure he's going to take one look at me and know something is off..
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[ They want their dad to like Jason and... given everything that happened with Vivienne, they're very worried that ship is going to sail if he finds out that Jason got them back into it.
They know they're asking a lot, asking Jason to lie for them. The truth is going to come out eventually, but they know their dad doesn't get a lot of visitors, and they're sure none of them would want to break the news to him of their kid going back into things. Not when he hated that Wren did it at all in the first place. ]
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(Clearly I need icons for wren's dad now)
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Out of the frying pan
When their danger sense rippled through them - loud, demanding, like a sudden alarm - Wren had no chance to think about it. A direction, a screamed NOWNOWNOWNOW- they looped an arm around Jason's waist, grabbed the back of Roy's vest and pulled them both back behind the largest closes piece of cover they could find just in time to get them out of the blast range of the sudden explosion that hit.
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And if they could treat it as a last hoorah and have a little fun with it, well...even better.
As such, he wasn't expecting Wren's arm around his waist, tightening like a steel band as he was jerked off his feet. He had just enough time to register that Roy had been included in the frantic grab and go maneuver before the world went up in light and sound and fire. He'd been in enough explosions to recover quickly enough, throwing his body over the both of his partners to protect them from the heat of the flash fire. The crate they'd taken shelter behind was sizzling, it was so hot...but Jason's helmet had picked up something over it.
Boots. Heavy and thickly soled, moving in well practiced unison. The jingle of weapons on body harnesses, rounds being racked into chambers. The bark of someone in charge...and the metallic PING of a pin being pulled.
"Grenade!"
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Suddenly, he was on his back, his quiver digging into his spine, his bow dropped a moment as he pulled both arms around the other two to try to protect them too. Though, he didn't have those kinds of internal warning systems. Just the need to protect what he loved, and his heart thumping fast as he stared up at Jason as the explosion went off. "Jaybird!" He called out as soon as Jason yelled grenade. There was no way Jason wasn't having nightmares tonight if they survived.
Shifting as best he could, which wasn't much, he grabbed his bow and reached back for one of his arrows. One with a bulbous end. An explosive. "Let me up, we have to get moving."
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Birthday Shenanigans
Once he had had some time to settle and have fun, he kept making eyes and winks over at Jason. That far too big for baby Jay great frog shirt was changed into about an hour before Roy announced he was off to bed. No one would be kicked out by him. He'd leave that to Jason if he wanted. He had no shame in his game, they knew it was his day.
And all of them knew how Harper was.
When Jason comes into the bedroom, Roy was sitting up cross-legged on the bed, wearing just the t-shirt and his heart and arrow boxers. His hair pulled loose, and damp, clearly he took a quick shower. "Hello loverboy." He greeted trying to sound suave, but honestly, he sounded as hyper and trying to not buzz away as ever.
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It left him smiling and laughing by the end of the night, loose limbed and easy going as he settled on the floor in front of the couch, leaning back against Wren and Tim's legs as he lost repeatedly in Mario Kart.
Roy changing into that Great Frog shirt did not help his concentration.
In the end, Jay didn't have to kick anyone anywhere. He'd kissed both Tim and Wren before they'd shooed him off towards the bedroom and the waiting birthday boy. It should have been awkward...but it wasn't. They knew him and they knew Roy and they both knew that when it was their turn, they'd get him all to themselves if they wanted him.
Closing the door behind him, Jay smiled as the sounds of soft chatting faded away behind the soundproofing of the bedroom.
"Hello yourself, beautiful. Fuck, I wasn't actually expecting you to put on my shirt. Do you have any idea what I almost did to you on the couch?"
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Not his birthday, no, those green eyes were already dilating as Jason came in, Roy biting his lip coyly to keep himself from hopping off the bed and hurrying over to Jason. "Kinda making the party move from PG-13 up to NC-17?" He teased a little, sitting back, so his arms were displayed, but his chest pushed forward in that old band tee.
"I said I would, only difference is this one fits, mine is probably Timbo sized now." Roy had been a lot smaller back then, but he liked who he was now. "Well, come here, pretty boy. I want you to completely wreck me tonight. That's what I want for my birthday."
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How dare you with that icon.
I know what I did. XD
a private text to Jay
Were you ever going to tell me about Wren?
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when i'm alone baby, all by myself, you're out, you're with someone else (valentines day)
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[ wow. he really hadn't been expecting Wren to be this bold. so much so that for a fraction of a second, he was truly caught off guard, frozen beneath the kiss before he melted into it with a sigh. a hand came to their waist as he slowly kissed back, shutting his eyes as he tipped his head to fit their lips closer together. slowly, with all the time in the world, he turned them so he can press them back against the door. ]
You know...how many times I've thought about kissing you? [ he murmured, his lips brushing against Wren's as he spoke. ]
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And damn, Dick is a good kisser. Not that Wren had ever really kissed more than three people, including Dick. Their eyes slid shut, flowers held protectively against their chest acting like the only barrier for decency left between them as Wren's back softly hit the wall. ]
No. Didn't, um. Didn't even know you did. Hoped, but.
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Both hands found Wren’s and he guided their arms to drape over his shoulders so he could step in closer. ]
Wren, I think you’re really… [ A few more kisses fitted in the space between his words as both his hands left Wren’s and found their waist instead. ] cute, and I had a feeling maybe you were attracted to me, too.
[ His mouth found Wren’s jaw then, and peppered a line of kisses along the soft slope of it. ]
But I don’t want you to regret this, either.
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