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
Edited 2025-12-29 09:30 (UTC)
(Continued from here.)
[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.]
[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.]
Duh, babe. I knew that weeks ago.
[ 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. ]
[ 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.]
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.]
I will, it's like being force fed the best cotton candy. SO sweet. [ Chuckling as he said it, just before returning the kiss. Keeping it chaste for now. ]
Oh, I know I am hot shit, Todd. I've known that for years. It's good to hear it though. [ He was just happy to be home, know Wren's going to be okay, and to have Jason open up for him. It's a great night.
This kiss he let go deep, leaning into it more. This told him all he needed to hear. Only pulling back when he needed to breathe.]
I gotta breath, babe. So, tell me, are you going to tell them? Or so I have to pretend I don't know for awhile? I'm cool for whatever you need me to do.
Oh, I know I am hot shit, Todd. I've known that for years. It's good to hear it though. [ He was just happy to be home, know Wren's going to be okay, and to have Jason open up for him. It's a great night.
This kiss he let go deep, leaning into it more. This told him all he needed to hear. Only pulling back when he needed to breathe.]
I gotta breath, babe. So, tell me, are you going to tell them? Or so I have to pretend I don't know for awhile? I'm cool for whatever you need me to do.
[Oh.
Oh fuck.
The fact that he had put zero thoughts into the next steps of his latest revelation was clear on his face, his eyes growing wide. He didn't look panicked, exactly, but he certainly no longer looked quite so settled in his skin as he had before his boyfriend had asked that question.
After all, it had taken him literal years and being dosed by Ivy before he'd admitted his feelings to Roy. Fooling around as a team was one thing...but he'd been terrified to make things official with the other man.
What if he'd messed them up? What if he messed Wren up.]
I...have no idea. Help?
Oh fuck.
The fact that he had put zero thoughts into the next steps of his latest revelation was clear on his face, his eyes growing wide. He didn't look panicked, exactly, but he certainly no longer looked quite so settled in his skin as he had before his boyfriend had asked that question.
After all, it had taken him literal years and being dosed by Ivy before he'd admitted his feelings to Roy. Fooling around as a team was one thing...but he'd been terrified to make things official with the other man.
What if he'd messed them up? What if he messed Wren up.]
I...have no idea. Help?
[ 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.
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.
[He didn't want to move. They were warm and touched him gently and smelled good and...
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...
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...
[ 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. ]
[He groans a little when his shirt gets pulled up, but mostly it was just because even through his fever he was pretty sure he knew what Wren was going to find.
The stitches that Wren had used to close the hole in his side had pulled at some point between their evac and when he'd woken that morning, shivering and half delirious. He wasn't bleeding horribly, but the bandage was red enough to prove that something was no longer correct.
The number that was stored in his phone went to a voicemail of one Dr. McCoy, Gotham General Emergency Room. The instructions were clear, leave a message and he'd call back when he could.]
The stitches that Wren had used to close the hole in his side had pulled at some point between their evac and when he'd woken that morning, shivering and half delirious. He wasn't bleeding horribly, but the bandage was red enough to prove that something was no longer correct.
The number that was stored in his phone went to a voicemail of one Dr. McCoy, Gotham General Emergency Room. The instructions were clear, leave a message and he'd call back when he could.]
[ Something was no longer correct, there was someone they could call, Wren was calling immediately, only pausing first to ask Jason whether to use 'Jason' or 'Red Hood' for the call. Then it was the most detailed they could manage - gunshot, stitched, stitches pulled in the broader sense then exactly what they were seeing. Repeated call back number, thank you for your time, hang up. ]
Okay. It's going to be okay. It's not good but it's not as bad as I was worried. You're going to be okay.
[ 'Not as bad as I was worried' wasn't saying much when you probably had anxiety, mind. They put a fresh bandage on anyway while they waited for the callback. ]
Okay. It's going to be okay. It's not good but it's not as bad as I was worried. You're going to be okay.
[ 'Not as bad as I was worried' wasn't saying much when you probably had anxiety, mind. They put a fresh bandage on anyway while they waited for the callback. ]
[The answer to that question had been 'either, doesn' matter. Jason works for Hood' and an exaggerated faceplant into his pillow. He felt like ass and he was burning up and not really one hundred percent cognizant of absolutely everything, but he still had enough sass left to whine.
Of course, that wasn't saying a whole hell of a lot. He'd literally gone to his grave sassing. It was a trait that was absolutely vital for Robins, it would seem.
He did hiss a little when they changed his bandage, however. It was red and swollen and angry red lines were starting to creep out from the wound. Honestly, it had probably been hurting since just after they'd gotten back to Gotham and he'd just been too stubborn to see anyone about it.
The phone rang about twenty minutes later, a gruff sounding man with a thick southern accent taking the details from Wren, grumbling as he listened. His shift ended in two hours, Jason would survive until then and if he didn't then he was already too far gone in the first place.]
Of course, that wasn't saying a whole hell of a lot. He'd literally gone to his grave sassing. It was a trait that was absolutely vital for Robins, it would seem.
He did hiss a little when they changed his bandage, however. It was red and swollen and angry red lines were starting to creep out from the wound. Honestly, it had probably been hurting since just after they'd gotten back to Gotham and he'd just been too stubborn to see anyone about it.
The phone rang about twenty minutes later, a gruff sounding man with a thick southern accent taking the details from Wren, grumbling as he listened. His shift ended in two hours, Jason would survive until then and if he didn't then he was already too far gone in the first place.]
[ Wren did not bother to lecture him on saying something sooner earlier. Like when he got shot in the first place, they knew the desire to do so was coming from a place of worry, of fear, and it would do no good right now anyway. Better to breathe through it and let it pass and come back with a clear mind if it was something worthwhile to bring up later.
They remained remarkably calm on the phone, falling back onto the 'good student' persona, no sass from them but all 'yes sir' and 'thank you sir', only asking for if they should try to get Jason to eat or drink something in that time or let him be. ]
They remained remarkably calm on the phone, falling back onto the 'good student' persona, no sass from them but all 'yes sir' and 'thank you sir', only asking for if they should try to get Jason to eat or drink something in that time or let him be. ]
[Jason smirked into his pillow, peering up to watch as Wren was told that getting him to drink water would be alright, but no food. Chances are, he wouldn't eat anyway, and that was the truth.
His stomach felt like a lead brick.]
You're cute when you fret, know that? 'M fine. Just...cold. Achy.
His stomach felt like a lead brick.]
You're cute when you fret, know that? 'M fine. Just...cold. Achy.
[ Thanking the doctor again, Wren gave Jason a wry look when they hung up the phone. ]
Don't act charming when you make me worry, ass. I'm going to make you some tea.
Don't act charming when you make me worry, ass. I'm going to make you some tea.
Aww, you think 'm charmin'?
[It was said complete with cheesy crooked grin.]
[It was said complete with cheesy crooked grin.]
Yes. Fuck you.
[ They touched his hair again, running their hands through it. ]
I'm going to go make you tea. I'll be right back.
[ They touched his hair again, running their hands through it. ]
I'm going to go make you tea. I'll be right back.
had to go read back if Roy had his hat, I never mentioned it lol.
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2024-01-23 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ He couldn't help but laugh again.
That's his Jaybird. So unlike Dick, but so wonderful in his own ways. Sure. He could be terrifying, but that was if people deserved it. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against Jason's after he slid his hat backwards.]
Jaybird, breath. Okay, dude? You're not alone this time. You get nervous? Talk to me. I am your literal cheerleader, dude. I will get some fucking pompoms if I have too.
[ He's teased it before, he will do it again.]
Be yourself, if a moment seems like something could happen, then let it happen, pretty boy, okay? You're a man of action, speak with your actions.
That's his Jaybird. So unlike Dick, but so wonderful in his own ways. Sure. He could be terrifying, but that was if people deserved it. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against Jason's after he slid his hat backwards.]
Jaybird, breath. Okay, dude? You're not alone this time. You get nervous? Talk to me. I am your literal cheerleader, dude. I will get some fucking pompoms if I have too.
[ He's teased it before, he will do it again.]
Be yourself, if a moment seems like something could happen, then let it happen, pretty boy, okay? You're a man of action, speak with your actions.
[He had more training to hurt people than to love people. He was a weapon, through and through. Started by Batman, shaped by Talia and the League, then sharpened and honed on his own pain and Lazarus enabled rage. He was someone to be feared should you cross him, cold and calculating and completely unafraid to take that last step that Bruce never could as long as it was warranted.
Faced with his own feelings, however, he was a wide eyed puppy.]
...you remember how long it took me to tell you that I liked you, right? Like, really liked you, not just fooling around. I...fuck. You think Ivy would dose me if I asked? That worked last time.
[But he was leaning forward, their foreheads pressed together and Jay's hand sliding forward to tangle into long red hair, a sheepish look on his face. He was joking about it, that was a good sign.]
Thank you. For being here. For...understanding. For not running away and leaving me to a pissed off Wren when they wake up and I have to tell them they're coming home with us...
Faced with his own feelings, however, he was a wide eyed puppy.]
...you remember how long it took me to tell you that I liked you, right? Like, really liked you, not just fooling around. I...fuck. You think Ivy would dose me if I asked? That worked last time.
[But he was leaning forward, their foreheads pressed together and Jay's hand sliding forward to tangle into long red hair, a sheepish look on his face. He was joking about it, that was a good sign.]
Thank you. For being here. For...understanding. For not running away and leaving me to a pissed off Wren when they wake up and I have to tell them they're coming home with us...
Edited 2024-01-24 02:57 (UTC)
[ Roy was supposed to be a weapon, he could and was deadly by his own rights, but he chose to walk his own path his own way. Pain and hardship had made him stubborn but also opened his eyes to the greys their world often overlooked. People like Jason and Waylon. Those who could be both good and bad.
Heroes fuck up a lot, and don't get called out, and villains can save lives when they want but get no credit. Roy walked that fine line these days, even if he was still lumped a hero. His life and his feelings were at his comand, most of the time. ]
Yes, but you felt alone before, babe. You're not alone anymore. I make you feel good, yeah? Think of how good they will make you feel? [ He motioned towards where Wren was. ] And if you need someone to tag in and translate Todd, I am an avid speaker of the Toddster.
[ Roy for he'd help if Jay wanted. The joke and the closeness made him smile. Nodding softly. ]
You're welcome, dude, I got you. And hell no, I'd not leave you alone to that. I got you. I just hope you have a car around here, I'm on Mia's bike, and we're gonna need a car to get an injured Wren home.
Heroes fuck up a lot, and don't get called out, and villains can save lives when they want but get no credit. Roy walked that fine line these days, even if he was still lumped a hero. His life and his feelings were at his comand, most of the time. ]
Yes, but you felt alone before, babe. You're not alone anymore. I make you feel good, yeah? Think of how good they will make you feel? [ He motioned towards where Wren was. ] And if you need someone to tag in and translate Todd, I am an avid speaker of the Toddster.
[ Roy for he'd help if Jay wanted. The joke and the closeness made him smile. Nodding softly. ]
You're welcome, dude, I got you. And hell no, I'd not leave you alone to that. I got you. I just hope you have a car around here, I'm on Mia's bike, and we're gonna need a car to get an injured Wren home.
[Jason did his best to not be the villain of his story, but he was also all too aware that some people just didn't deserve to be in the sequel. People who'd entire lives were focused around the pain and fear of others. Doubly so if that pain and fear was from children. Hell, before he'd stepped in and cleaned house, the Bowery had been eating itself. He'd grown up there, known exactly how easy it was for a child to find work if they could stomach the work to be found.
If someone had put a bullet in Joker's head the first time he'd killed enough people to be labeled 'mass murderer', Jason and so many more people never would have died. Babs would still be walking and probably in costume, happily married to Dick.
And yet, so many people tended to label him as a villain. And if that was the stigma needed to do some good, he'd bare it. Even when it came from the people he loved most in the world. Which...more than once, had included the sleeping form on the bed.]
I don't think I'm going to tell them, actually. They...[He had to pause to clear his throat.] They don't like what I do a lot of the time. And I don't blame for that. So...yeah. No translation needed, but thank you.
But as for a car...[Don't mind his abrupt change of topic.] I parked a few blocks back, but I brought the 'stang cause those were the keys I grabbed first.
If someone had put a bullet in Joker's head the first time he'd killed enough people to be labeled 'mass murderer', Jason and so many more people never would have died. Babs would still be walking and probably in costume, happily married to Dick.
And yet, so many people tended to label him as a villain. And if that was the stigma needed to do some good, he'd bare it. Even when it came from the people he loved most in the world. Which...more than once, had included the sleeping form on the bed.]
I don't think I'm going to tell them, actually. They...[He had to pause to clear his throat.] They don't like what I do a lot of the time. And I don't blame for that. So...yeah. No translation needed, but thank you.
But as for a car...[Don't mind his abrupt change of topic.] I parked a few blocks back, but I brought the 'stang cause those were the keys I grabbed first.
(From Here!)
[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?
[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?
[ They were sore - no part of Jason was small, even his fingers, and all the extra equipment made Wren's compact by necessity.
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-
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-
[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.]
Fuck, baby doll. So fucking hot like this...
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...
Edited 2024-05-12 04:54 (UTC)
[ They wanted to crawl into his lap, soreness be dammed, Jason's fingers and the rumble of the car's engine just working them up all the more. Their breath was hot and wet against Jason's neck, squeezing down around his finger, and they had to surrender completely to their instinctual sense of danger to handle any gear shifting that needed doing.
So long spent bottling everything up, spent denying everything they wanted, now that they had an outlet the flood wouldn't stop.]
How- how far-?
So long spent bottling everything up, spent denying everything they wanted, now that they had an outlet the flood wouldn't stop.]
How- how far-?
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