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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics), DCU_(Comics), Robin_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Tim_Drake/Jason_Todd
  Character:
      Tim_Drake, Jason_Todd
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Gender_Changes, Alternate_Universe_-_Always_a
      Different_Sex, Implied/Referenced_Child_Abuse, Pseudo-Incest, Restraints,
      Non-Consensual_Drug_Use, Gags, Earth-3, Protectiveness, Kidnapping,
      Fucked_Up, Smut, Psychopathology_&_Sociopathy
  Series:
      Part 1 of Earth_3
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-14 Words: 1500
****** A Sunset Couldn't Save Me Now ******
by anthologia
Summary
     Being a Talon isn’t safe. It’s safer than many of the alternatives,
     but only so long as you can become the most dangerous person in any
     situation. And as long as Owlman is alive, there is always going to
     be someone more dangerous.
     So rather than simply kick Jason back to Talia and her League of Do-
     Gooders like she initially wanted to, Tim plants seeds. She makes it
     clear enough that she’s rejecting his laughable attempt at rescue,
     but she lets just enough vulnerability show to convince him that
     there is still a princess in a tower somewhere that he might be able
     to save.
     ...Also, sex happens.
Notes
     More-or-less evolved out of the Kink War on Tumblr and a what if I
     had about how the Titans Tower break-in might have gone in the Crime
     Syndicate 'verse, with Jason wanting to rescue Tim from Owlman
     instead of trying to kill him/her for taking his place. It... did not
     end like I expected it to.
     Content warnings: neither character is particularly good about
     getting that pesky "consent" thing, referenced abuse from parental
     figures, basically two fucked-up people being fucked up together.
     Title from the Regina Spektor song "Baobabs".
See the end of the work for more notes
When Jason first broke into Titans Tower to save his poor new little sister
from the big, bad Owl, Tim was… irritated and tempted to lash out in return.
But Tim is, above all else, a pragmatist, and she recognized that having a
former Talon interested in her welfare could someday be useful, particularly on
occasions when she might need someone who’d cut ties with their father. Being a
Talon isn’t safe. It’s safer than many of the alternatives, but only so long as
you can become the most dangerous person in any situation. And as long as
Owlman is alive, there is always going to be someone more dangerous.
So rather than simply kick Jason back to Talia and her League of Do-Gooders
like she initially wanted to, Tim plants seeds. She makes it clear enough that
she’s rejecting his laughable attempt at rescue, but she lets just enough
vulnerability show to convince him that there is still a princess in a tower
somewhere that he might be able to save.
Poor Timothea Drake. Her parents hurt her, so she went to Owlman to learn how
to protect herself. How could she know what she was getting into?
He was supposed to be just a tool she had at her disposal, but things… evolved.
Mostly when she happened to notice him staring at her and the uncomfortable way
he shifted in his jeans. Red Hood – sweet, noble, good Red Hood – wanted his
‘little sister’. How could she not take advantage of that?
He tries so hard not to give in, but he’s no match for Tim when she’s
determined to make something happen. It’s almost sweet. It is sweet, the way
he’s still trying to hold back even as she lowers herself onto his cock. It’s
nice and thick, with a little curve that feels amazing inside her, a fact she
was delighted to learn the first time they did this. Admittedly, it was more of
a distraction technique that time; Owlman had ordered her to keep him out of
the way of an important meeting, so she’d just gone down on him on a filthy
rooftop in the middle of the city. Even after the afterglow wore off, he was
too occupied trying to justify what just happened to himself to get in the way.
She probably should have ended it there, but it’s so much fun.
“Oh, fuck, Tim – “ He struggles uselessly against the knots keeping his hands
stuck in place against the headboard. It’s almost an act of kindness, giving
him an excuse to pretend he has no choice – almost, because if Tim was truly
kind, she would let him go entirely. If she was even just kind enough, then
tying him down wouldhave been for his benefit instead of hers. It’s just so
much easier to get off when she’s the one in control.
She just hums thoughtfully and lifts up off him a little to hear the way Jason
groans like she’s killing him. Her fingernails scrape down his chest slowly,
almost contemplatively, before she braces her hands against him and uses the
leverage to really fuck herself on his dick.
“Tim – “ he gasps out again
“Yes, big brother?” she asks, voice all saccharine sweetness and poison, and he
finishes loosening the knots of rope just enough to slide his hands free. Tim’s
quick to react, but he’s faster this time, flipping them over and efficiently
pinning her down without so much as slipping out of her. Tim is the smallest
Talon by far, especially compared to Jason’s level of bulk, so he has plenty of
weight to throw around and keep her under him. She could throw him off given a
little leverage and time to think, neither of which she really has right now
with Jason fucking into her.
He slows down, mirroring the teasing pace she’d set for him when they started,
and nuzzles her neck. Tim struggles against him uselessly for a minute, trying
to regain the upper hand while her breathing goes quick and shallow, not enough
air – she likes having control for a reason, doesn’t want to be the one being
controlled (again, ever). Jason slows down even more and presses closed-mouth
kisses against her shoulder while he murmurs useless, soothing nothings – shh,
sweetheart; it’s okay, Tim, I have you, I won’t let you get hurt– and she’s so
pissed off at herself suddenly, because she should have predicted this,
remembered that Jason is still dangerous even when he’s playing hero and trying
to save her.
He shifts his hold on her so he can keep pinning her wrists down with one hand
while the other trails down her stomach. He pets her inner thigh in what he
might imagine is a soothing manner before slipping a finger in her alongside
his cock. The noise that threatens to spill out of her mouth is embarrassingly
like a sob, and she bites down on her lip so hard to keep it in that she can
feel warm blood trickling down the skin.
“No,” he says suddenly, fiercely, and kisses her, licks the blood off her
mouth. He slips his finger out of her and grabs her panties from where they
were kicked off to the side of the bed, balls them up and stuffs them into her
mouth. “Said I wasn’t going to let you get hurt. Shit you do to yourself isn’t
an exception, Babybird.”
He punctuates the statement with a sharp twist of his hips, driving the air out
of her lungs, and she thinks – fuck.She deserves whatever she gets for
miscalculating so badly, underestimating what he’d be like if she pushed him to
a breaking point. It will be infinitely better than whatever punishment Owlman
would devise if he knew how she’d fucked up.
The look on Jason’s face darkens, like he can hear what she’s thinking, and he
starts rubbing her clit with his fingers, abruptly derailing her thoughts with
pleasure. “No,” he says, voice low and dangerous in a way that makes her want
to pant and squirm on his dick. “I’m not letting you go back there.” His
fingers speed up in painful counterpoint to the slow fucking he’s still giving
her, and she’s, she’s not going to lastlike this and that’s all wrong because
she’s not – he’s taken control away from her and that’s not supposed to feel
good.
Tim comes with a desperate little scream past the cloth in her mouth, shaking
and doing her best to thrust up into him. Instead of easing off, he keeps
going, continuing to fuck her until she’s not sure if it feels amazing or if it
hurts. She tries to tell him that past the gag, you promised, but it’s too hard
to make her words clear.
It’s impossible to tell how much longer it goes on before she comes again,
shuddering and thrashing against his hold. He kisses her forehead gently and
just. keeps. going until she’s boneless and exhausted with barely the energy to
so much as twitch when he finally comes and pulls out of her.
He kisses her forehead again before looking down at her in a way face that’s
too tender and thoughtful to be comfortable. “Sorry,” he murmurs as he pulls
out the makeshift gag, and she snorts at him as best she can. “I meant what I
said, though. I’m not letting you go back to him this time.”
“My hero,” she says sarcastically, even if that’s exactly how he was supposed
to see himself – as her knight in shining armor. But one that can be held at
arm’s length until she decides she needs his help. “I don’t need to be rescued,
Jason. I’m Talon because I want to be.”
“I know what it’s like,” he says, sharply. “Like a tightrope walk on razor
wire. Just cause you’re family doesn’t mean he wouldn’t destroy you the second
you step out of line, Babybird.”
Another snort. “You think I don’t know that? Even if I wantedout, what makes
you think you could stop him from taking me back?”
“I’m not the only one with an interest in you.” There’s an odd tone in his
voice, one that sets off all kinds of warnings in her head.
“You didn’t.” She knew that Ra’s daughter Talia had been involved in Jason’s
resurrection, but she’d discarded the possibility that he might strike a deal
with the head of the League based on their mutual interest in her. Another
awful miscalculation on her part. “Jason – “ The slight bite of a needle
pierces her skin, and she sucks in a breath because he planned this. “Don’t you
dare.”
“Just sleep, Babybird,” he says quietly. She’s struggling again, trying to
throw him off before the sedative has time to take effect, but she was already
fucked out and tired, and it hits her fast. Jason presses another gentle kiss
to her forehead. “I’ll take care of things from here.”
End Notes
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     currently in the works and other ficlets and stories that haven't
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