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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      DCU_(Comics), Batman_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      always_a_girl!jason_Todd/Damian_Wayne
  Character:
      always_a_girl!Jason_Todd, Damian_Wayne
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-22 Words: 2411
****** I got news for you ******
by ohmcgee
Summary
     The truth is, his life was so much easier before she started coming
     around again.
“Please,” Damian says, dodging her next attack. They’ve been at it for at least
twenty minutes in the backyard, training his father insisted upon, and neither
of them have even broke a sweat. “I won’t be taken down by a --”
Blood explodes inside his mouth when her boot connects with his jaw and Damian
stumbles backwards, his back cracking when it hits the pillar behind him.
“Sorry,” Jay smiles a saccharine smile at him and checks her nails. There’s
blood in the corner of her mouth where Damian caught her moments before, grass
in her hair from the grappling they did on the ground before that. “What were
you saying?”
 
: : :
 
It isn’t that he thinks women are weak -- he thinks everyone is weak. And one
of Grandfather’s earliest lessons to him was the way he treated his mother. He
said women have it the hardest in this life and that he was only helping Talia
by making it even harder. She would be stronger for it, he said. No one would
ever doubt her when he was finished with her.
Only, Damian was just a child and some things are harder to shake than others.
The urge to take a life, to push and push someone until they break, to use
whatever means necessary to disable his opponent.
Even if it means he alienates anyone and everyone who’s ever shown him
kindness. He doesn’t know how to be any other way.
But he’s learning.
 
: : :
 
“He took your place,” Damian says to her as they spar on the mats. Tim’s in the
far corner on the computer and can probably still hear them, but Damian can’t
be bothered to care. They’ve been at it for nearly an hour and they’re both
sweaty and out of breath. Jay doesn’t smell like a girl should smell, he
thinks. She smells like sweat and grime and blood -- she smells like what Robin
should smell like, he thinks, before she pins him again. “Why don’t you hate
him?”
“I did,” Jay says, grinning down at him with her hair half falling out of the
messy bun on top of her head. Her cheeks are red and her eyes are bright, the
eyeliner she’d put on that morning so smeared she looks like a racoon. “I do.
Sometimes.”
She twists her freakishly strong thighs around Damian’s waist and flips their
position again, twists his arms behind his back. “You took his place and he
wasn’t even in the ground. Think about that.”
“That --” Damian struggles in her hold, manages to slip one arm out, but she
grabs it again just as soon as he does and pins it to the floor. “What was I
meant to do? Go back to Talia? To the League?”
“Course not,” Jay says and lets him go, rolls him over onto his back, but she’s
still right there, straddling his thighs, dripping sweat onto him. “But you
didn’t have to be such a little cunt about it.”
When she gets up and goes to shower, Damian stays where he is and pretends not
to hear Drake laughing at him when he walks by.
 
: : :
 
The first time he stares at her tits, she just smirks at him, puts her finger
under his chin and tilts his head up to look her in the eye.
“So you are a real boy then,” she says and laughs, her eyes sparkling with it.
“Come on. We’ve got bad guys to catch.”
 
: : :
 
They stop three robberies, a drug deal gone bad in The Narrows where Jay saves
some kid’s life by giving him CPR before the cops show up, get some intel on
what Penguin’s up to, and when everything slows down they swing by Jay’s old
neighborhood.
Damian watches her swagger into some dank alley in her leather jacket and jeans
like she owns the place. He knows what she’s capable of, that she’s got at
least seven deadly weapons hidden under her jacket and five more in her boots,
but he knows that cretins that hang out in alleys like that only see one thing
-- a girl. Someone they can throw around, do whatever they want to. Damian’s
fist clench and unclench by his sides as he watches her sidle up to a group of
them, like she’s not a hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet, like they
couldn’t just --
Before he can even finish his thought she has them all on the ground, begging
for mercy. It’s --
Damian’s had inappropriate reactions to violence before, but this is something
different.
Jay walks out of the alley grinning, blood smeared across her knuckles from
punching one of the guys in the mouth, and shrugs at Damian when he raises an
eyebrow at her. “He called me a bad word,” she says and takes a pack of
cigarettes out of the inside pocket of her jacket.
Damian thinks it’s a disgusting habit - when anyone else does it. When Jay does
it, when she lets the cigarette rest on the plushness of her bottom lip while
she digs around in her pockets for her lighter, when she purses her dark red
mouth around it and lets her eyes fall shut when she exhales -- it’s pretty
much the opposite of disgusting.
 
: : :
 
The truth is, his life was so much easier before she started coming around
again. He patrolled, he argued with father, he fought with Drake, and
everything made sense.
Now, nothing makes sense.
She’s always there, always walking around the manor in her short cutoff shorts
and tank tops, sitting on the counter and swinging her bare legs as she talks
to Alfred, always getting nail polish on his things, always singing the worst
songs Damian’s ever heard at the top of her lungs. It’s infuriating and it’s
entirely too distracting and --
Damian walks into the den and finds her sprawled out on the couch, her legs
pulled up with a paperback resting against her thighs. Her hair is still wet
from her shower and she isn’t wearing any makeup for once and he thinks he
actually likes that better. He likes to see the real color of her lips, likes
to see her eyes completely bare, without anything to detract from the natural
blueness of them.
He has no idea when he started noticing such insignificant details.
“You’re staring,” Jay says without looking up from her book.
Damian clears his throat.
“Come here,” Jay says, still not looking up from the book, and lifts her legs
when Damian sits on the couch next to her, then immediately drapes them over
his lap and goes back to reading. She’s reading the same book he’s caught her
reading over and over again, it’s pages worn and dog-eared in more than one
place to save her favorite parts, tiny little notes scrawled in the margins.
Her hair’s piled up on top of her head in a messy knot and she keeps worrying
her bottom lip with her teeth when she turns the pages. Damian looks at her
hands, the hands he’s seen break a hundred bones, hands he knows have seen just
as much, if not more, blood than his have.
“I have not the pleasure of understanding you,” Damian says softly, quoting Mr.
Bennett, and Jay looks up at him quizzically, tilting her head to the side.
He’d never read Pride and Prejudice before he met her, but once she’d gone away
with Harper for two weeks and left her book behind and Damian had locked
himself away in his room and devoured it in hours, needing to know what could
possibly make her love it so much.
It’s not his thing and honestly, he would’ve never expected her to love it so
much either. He used to have a list in his head of things he didn’t understand
about girls. Now he just has a list of things he doesn’t understand about her.
“I know,” is all she says, grinning a little and digging her heels into his
thighs before going back to her book.
 
: : :
 
They’re patrolling a few nights later when they come across a woman being
assaulted. It’s not unusual, not for Gotham and definitely not for the part of
Gotham they’re working in tonight, but it always seems to make Jay hit harder,
always has her reaching for her weapons faster than usual, using language
Damian used to think was unladylike, but when they come out of her mouth Damian
realizes she very well could have invented them.
She’s like a force of nature when she’s like this, nothing can stop her and
Damian almost pities anything that gets in her way. He stands back and watches
as she beats the low life until he hardly even resembles a person anymore and
when she’s had her fill, she pulls the zip ties out of the pocket on her hip
and moves to tie him up.
The guy spits blood at her as she approaches him, grins up at her through a
mouth full of blood stained, snaggled teeth. “Not my fault,” he says, sneering.
“Didn't you see what she was wearin’? Bitch was totally asking for --”
Damian grabs him by his hair and shoves his face into the concrete, hears the
man howl beneath him when the skin is torn from his face. “You will apologize,”
he grits out, angrier than he’s felt in a very long time. “Now.”
“I’m --”
Damian kicks him in the gut and knocks the wind out of him.
“Sorry,” Damian spits. “Is absolutely what you are. You are the sorriest waste
of human life I have come across tonight and that is saying something in this
godforsaken city. If I ever find you laying a hand on another woman without
their permission again, you will find yourself without that hand. Do you
understand?”
When Damian looks back at her, Jay’s giving him the strangest look, but he
doesn’t have time to ask her what it’s about before the GCPD shows up and they
have to disappear.
They meet up on the nearest roof and as soon as Damian touches down, Jay stalks
toward him, backs him up against the brick and gives him a look he’s never seen
before right before she presses her mouth against his and he tastes sticky
strawberry lip gloss and Marlboros. She kisses him viciously, but with the same
passion and focus she puts into everything, and Damian’s never kissed anyone
before, but he can’t imagine anyone else kisses like this. He touches her hair,
tangles his fingers up in it and opens her mouth up, grabs her by her waist and
spins them around so that her back is against the wall and Jay laughs into his
mouth.
“You,” Damian says, unaware of what he’s even saying as he stares at her kiss-
swollen mouth. “You drive me crazy.” He can’t believe he’s touching her, can’t
believe he knows the way she taste.
“Yeah,” Jay says, licking her lips. “Ditto.”
“I want,” Damian stammers, furious at the nervousness in his voice, the shaking
in his hands. He knows there’s a higher than usual chance that she’s going to
punch him, maybe even throw him off the roof, but he’s never back down from a
fight -- he won’t back down from her. “Could I -- can I touch you?”
Jay closes her eyes like it’s too much to hear, then leans her head back
against the brick, bites her lip and nods.
Damian kisses her again as he undoes her jeans, sucks on her tongue and then
her bottom lip as he slips his hands inside, under the waist of her panties and
then --
“Oh,” he says softly, licking his lips. “You’re so --”
“Yeah,” Jay says and grabs hold of his wrist, shows him just where to touch to
get her to throw her head back and moan. “Good fight does that to me.”
Damian buries a small groan into her shoulder as he strokes her where she
showed him, his fingers getting covered with her juices she’s so wet. And hot.
And --
“God,” He murmurs. “I -- would you mind if I tasted you?”
“Fuck,” Jay whimper and buries her hand in his hair, pushing him down the
ground. “Fuck yes, do it. Get your mouth on me, Damian. Oh fuck.”
The little cry she makes at the first lap of his tongue is the most beautiful,
most obscene noise Damian’s ever heard and it only gets better. She tastes
perfect, so good, and moves against his face as he sucks on her clit, her
fingers tightening in his hair as she moans above him and fucks his mouth. His
face is covered with her juices and he has no idea what he’s doing, but it
sounds as if she’s enjoying it anyway.
“God, I need,” she gasps. “Get your fingers in me.”
Damian pulls back only for a moment to look at her face while he slides two of
his fingers inside of her, hot and tight, then puts his mouth back on the place
that drives her crazy, licks and sucks and laps at her, pumping his fingers in
and out of her as she fucks herself on them until she goes tighttighttight
around his fingers and grabs his hair so hard it brings tears to his eyes.
“Fuck, Damian, fuck,” she screams, loud enough for the people below them to
hear, and comes on his mouth, his tongue, on the fingers still inside of her as
her muscles clench and spasm around him. “Oh my god, get up here.”
Jay drags him back up forcibly and kisses him, licks her juices off his face
and as soon as she works her hand between them, just under the waistband of his
tights and gets her hand around him, Damian’s hips jerk and his cock spills and
spills into her hand, and he bites back the scream he wants to let out as he
comes.
“Wow,” Jay giggles, bringing her hair to her mouth to clean him off of her.
It’s filthy and wrong and so perfectly her.
Damian rights his costume as best he can, but it's mostly a lost cause. “I’m
sorry I was a cunt.”
Jay laughs the laugh that makes her eyes shine and her cheeks go pink and grabs
him by his face and knocks their foreheads together.
“Trust me, it happens,” she says and smiles, then slings her arm around him.
“Hey, I’m starving. You ever had a chili dog?”
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