The kiss was soft and languid, their usual hard and vigorous pace replaced with a more tender one. This was their first time together and having Jason bottom, Roy was certain that it meant something big for the other man to relinquish control like that. When the kiss broke, they both panted, sharing the same heated air. “Jay, you’re so tight.” Roy bit his lip. “Can’t wait to be inside you.”
When Jason began to rock back against him, Roy took it as a signal to work in a second finger. Carefully, the next digit slid its way next to the first, and Roy began to scissor. He stretched the tight entrance, fingers now searching, twisting, and curving. Roy wanted to his Jason’s prostate, make him cry out in pleasure and forget about any of the pain.
Jason’s lips parted with a quick breath as a second finger was slipped into him, stretching the tight walls. It hurt still, but it was a good kind of pain, one that promised pleasure in the very near future as long as Jason could get used to it. He wanted Roy in him, wanted to show him how much he trusted and loved him. To give up control was something Jason rarely did with anyone. Control was too important to him, too necessary to keep him calm. He trusted very few to give that control to for even a short time.
The jerk of his hips and the bolt of pleasure that zipped through him took the 19 year old by surprise, expressed with a startled “Ah!” His nails dug even harder into the meat of Roy’s shoulder and he pressed his ass back against Roy’s hand. “There,” he breathed, eyes lidded as they stared at Roy.
There wasn’t much more that Roy could do than stare up at Jason with nearly an amused expression. Roy knew that sometimes what he felt freaked Jason out, but he couldn’t tone it down for him. When the archer felt something, he felt it with his whole heart, and he took every chance he could to express it. His heart fluttered at the intimacy of Jason handing over the control he usually had a firm grip on.
When Jason gasped, jolting up, Roy grinned in response. If Roy was cruel like Jason, he’d tease around that spot, thrusting his fingers in and out of Jason while neglecting his prostate completely. But Roy, in the end, was not like Jason in this aspect. Fingers curling, he made sure to pointedly rub against the bundle of nerves inside the other man, eager to hear him cry out again. “Here, Jay?”
Jason shuddered with his entire body, head dropping down and lips falling open in an almost silently moan. His legs felt ready to turn to liquid under him, and he reluctantly let go of their erections to drape his arm across Roy’s shoulder to keep himself up right. The nails of his other hand had sunk deep into Roy’s skin, certain to leave deep bruises in small crescents come later.
The coil of hot sparks curling under Jason’s skin made it hard for him to speak, his voice little more than a groan. “Another,” he bit out. “Another finger.” He was impatient and not nearly stretched enough to even think about taking Roy inside of him. The archer wasn’t as long as he was, but he was definitely thicker.
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“HAHAHAHA JASON/BREAD HAHAHA”
more like hahahahaha fuck you
Thank you
Thank you thank you
I was just talking about this
“Fate is a funny thing. It swells up like raging waters that we are forced to travel. It provides no exit. No deviation. It drops us in a bottomless ocean, and compels us… We either swim… Or drown. And sometimes as we struggle against that tide, a great truth arises… We’ve been here before.”
—Batman: Under The Red Hood Vol. 2
I really really wish people would stop with the bread jokes
Think about the context
A brain damaged kid wonders around, starving, sees display bread that’s stale and disgusting in the window and is so hungry he smashes the window open and eats it
I don’t find starving, brain damaged children funny
[[I think the bread jokes are more referring to Jason’s penchant for eating bread all the time when he was a Robin?]]
But he didn’t. It came from the scene where he breaks into a bakery and devours display bread.
He didn’t eat bread often as a Robin. I have and have read the scans of his run as Robin.
Anonymous said: Hey, don't mean to sound like an idiot, but at what point was Jason Todd brain damaged (kinda new to things)?
After he crawled out of his grave.
He was little more than a walking vegetable, unable to properly respond to anything. In Lost Days there is a scene where Talia pits him against a large group of men and he takes them all down. But when she walks up to him and slaps him, he doesn’t react. He’s able to cry and I think perform very basic functions but he doesn’t speak and he’s like a doll.
It’s explained in better detail at the end of Under the Hood (the comic not the dumb movie)
Jason comes back in the coffin with all the injuries he sustained from the Joker and that’s the only time he talks for a while. He digs his way out and wanders around until someone finds him and takes him to the hospital. He falls into a coma, his injuries heal, and a year later he wakes up from a vegetative state. But not fully. He’s not aware of his surroundings (not fully though my headcanon says that he was aware just trapped in his own mind).
He had enough sense to break into a clothing store and get proper clothes, he could fight with muscle memory, and he was aware enough to eat and sleep. But he was brain damaged. And he stayed that way until Talia dumped him into the Lazarus Pit and jump started his brain.
I really really wish people would stop with the bread jokes
Think about the context
A brain damaged kid wonders around, starving, sees display bread that’s stale and disgusting in the window and is so hungry he smashes the window open and eats it
I don’t find starving, brain damaged children funny
Something that really breaks my heart about Jason, and which I don’t think a lot people remember or even realise, is how young he is.
According to fandom’s best calculations Dick is around 25, and, given their ages when the Robin mantle was passed on, Jason is like 5/6 years younger than him. Dick was definitely at least 18, and Jason was a kid, barely an adolescent. Plus, the age gap between Tim and Jason can’t be more than 4 years because Tim became Robin at, what, 12/13? and Jason would have been barely 16 at the time if he had lived.
That means, Jay is currently 20 — 21 at best (at least in the old DCU) — and at the time of UtRH he was around 19. Barely voting age, not even allowed to drink in the US. I’m 19 and I struggle with the concept of three meals a day that aren’t breakfast foods, Jason had been beaten to death, spent a year brain damaged, and a few more feeling abandoned and forgotten and replaced by his family.
Yeah, he’s screwed up, but he’s also little more than a teenager who has had everything he loved and held dear stripped away from him in the most violent and painful way possible, and somehow knowing that he really was just nineteen when he returned makes the whole thing that much worse.
