Fic: Immorality with a Side of Toast
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imasupermuteantTitle: Immorality with a Side of Toast
Fandom: DC-canon/Young Justice (cartoon)
Pairing: Jason/Dick
Rating/Warnings: Rated R for inappropriate sexual behavior between a criminal and an underage superhero
Word Count: 701
Summary: Written for the YJ_anon_meme which asked for an underage Dick Grayson crushing on cross-dimensional Jason.
Jason Todd liked to think of himself as an aficionado of bizarre shit. A freakishness gourmet, if you will. So when he awoke one morning after a long night of being a generally immoral badass in a room that he didn't recognize, surrounded by a bunch of deaged versions of Titans past and present, Jason figured he'd probably just gone on a dimension trip and figured he would find his way back home eventually.
It took a bit of explanation and a very tense series of moments in a locked room with this dimension's Batman before he could establish exactly what had happened and what was going to happen to fix it all. Apparently Jason wasn't very trustworthy. But after a few mind scans in which Jason carefully deflected Martian Manhunter away from the murder section of his resume they decided that he would be kept at the mini-capes base until things could be worked out.
It wasn't so bad, really. Alterna-Bat didn't give Jason that same teeth-clenching pain/anger/betrayal/aroused feeling that he got from the one at home, these kids weren't fucked-up evil versions of the ones he knew from his reality, and they weren't so good as to be stupid. They had cable and a fully stocked fridge in their little mountain hide-out. There were worse places for Jason to wait while the League figured out how to get him home.
At least, that's what he had thought just moments ago, before mini-Dick had decided to sneak into Jason's room and offer him the use of his young, nubile, totally illegal body.
Jason almost spewed his contraband Jack Daniels across the room.
"What?"
"I--" He shuffled his little feet and looked into Jason's eyes in a way that made Jason feel like an asshole. "You're just so cool."
Thinking back to his own universe, Jason hoped to all of the dead-Robin gods that this was not how his Dick had ended up losing his virginity. He wouldn't put it past him; Dick had been a bit of a manwhore for most of the time Jason had known him, and it had to start somewhere.
"I'm not going to sleep with you just because you think I'm cool, kid." Jason told him, even though he probably would with enough pressure and the right amout of booze.
Hell, he thought to himself, in his own universe he was sleeping with this kid's little brother. With much less remorse than a guy his age should have for fucking around with a seventeen-year-old.
Although, Jason reminded himself, seventeen and thirteen were two very different Robins.
Baby-Dick kept looking at him with those great-big eyes (uncovered in costume for possibly the first time in front of anyone who wasn't Bruce or Alfred), tearing up a little and looking at him as though he had invented cheeseburgers or Superman or something. "Fuck." Jason cursed.
"Look," The booze decided for him, "If you promise to never suggest this or anything like this again until you're-- I don't know-- eighteen. You can kiss me."
"Really?" And there he was, in Jason's lap like a puppy (bad thought!), all limbs and enthusiasm.
"Yeah, sure." Jason drawled.
Dick leaned in, almost shaking with excitement, before brushing his lips lightly against Jason's. It was dry and sweet, the kind of first kiss that Jason would have liked to have.
"Well that was nice." Jason said once Dick had backed off. He ran his hand through his hair and waited for Dick to get up the nerve to try for a second time. Soon enough he would be able to kick the kid out without hurting his feelings too much.
"What's going on here?" Unless, of course, they were interrupted by Batman and Jason was forced to leave Mount Justice for the foreseeable forever.
Sitting in a dingy cell in the Cave while he waited for the league to finish the (much expediated) dimensional travel device. Nursing a dislocated shoulder and a broken nose, Jason promised himself that he would never associate with Dick Grayson in any corner of the multiverse.
It always ended poorly for somebody, and Jason was getting a little tired of that somebody being him.
Fandom: DC-canon/Young Justice (cartoon)
Pairing: Jason/Dick
Rating/Warnings: Rated R for inappropriate sexual behavior between a criminal and an underage superhero
Word Count: 701
Summary: Written for the YJ_anon_meme which asked for an underage Dick Grayson crushing on cross-dimensional Jason.
Jason Todd liked to think of himself as an aficionado of bizarre shit. A freakishness gourmet, if you will. So when he awoke one morning after a long night of being a generally immoral badass in a room that he didn't recognize, surrounded by a bunch of deaged versions of Titans past and present, Jason figured he'd probably just gone on a dimension trip and figured he would find his way back home eventually.
It took a bit of explanation and a very tense series of moments in a locked room with this dimension's Batman before he could establish exactly what had happened and what was going to happen to fix it all. Apparently Jason wasn't very trustworthy. But after a few mind scans in which Jason carefully deflected Martian Manhunter away from the murder section of his resume they decided that he would be kept at the mini-capes base until things could be worked out.
It wasn't so bad, really. Alterna-Bat didn't give Jason that same teeth-clenching pain/anger/betrayal/aroused feeling that he got from the one at home, these kids weren't fucked-up evil versions of the ones he knew from his reality, and they weren't so good as to be stupid. They had cable and a fully stocked fridge in their little mountain hide-out. There were worse places for Jason to wait while the League figured out how to get him home.
At least, that's what he had thought just moments ago, before mini-Dick had decided to sneak into Jason's room and offer him the use of his young, nubile, totally illegal body.
Jason almost spewed his contraband Jack Daniels across the room.
"What?"
"I--" He shuffled his little feet and looked into Jason's eyes in a way that made Jason feel like an asshole. "You're just so cool."
Thinking back to his own universe, Jason hoped to all of the dead-Robin gods that this was not how his Dick had ended up losing his virginity. He wouldn't put it past him; Dick had been a bit of a manwhore for most of the time Jason had known him, and it had to start somewhere.
"I'm not going to sleep with you just because you think I'm cool, kid." Jason told him, even though he probably would with enough pressure and the right amout of booze.
Hell, he thought to himself, in his own universe he was sleeping with this kid's little brother. With much less remorse than a guy his age should have for fucking around with a seventeen-year-old.
Although, Jason reminded himself, seventeen and thirteen were two very different Robins.
Baby-Dick kept looking at him with those great-big eyes (uncovered in costume for possibly the first time in front of anyone who wasn't Bruce or Alfred), tearing up a little and looking at him as though he had invented cheeseburgers or Superman or something. "Fuck." Jason cursed.
"Look," The booze decided for him, "If you promise to never suggest this or anything like this again until you're-- I don't know-- eighteen. You can kiss me."
"Really?" And there he was, in Jason's lap like a puppy (bad thought!), all limbs and enthusiasm.
"Yeah, sure." Jason drawled.
Dick leaned in, almost shaking with excitement, before brushing his lips lightly against Jason's. It was dry and sweet, the kind of first kiss that Jason would have liked to have.
"Well that was nice." Jason said once Dick had backed off. He ran his hand through his hair and waited for Dick to get up the nerve to try for a second time. Soon enough he would be able to kick the kid out without hurting his feelings too much.
"What's going on here?" Unless, of course, they were interrupted by Batman and Jason was forced to leave Mount Justice for the foreseeable forever.
Sitting in a dingy cell in the Cave while he waited for the league to finish the (much expediated) dimensional travel device. Nursing a dislocated shoulder and a broken nose, Jason promised himself that he would never associate with Dick Grayson in any corner of the multiverse.
It always ended poorly for somebody, and Jason was getting a little tired of that somebody being him.