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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Jason/Tim_[Batman]
  Character:
      Tim_Drake, Jason_Todd
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Dubious_Morality, Bloodplay, Canon-Typical_Violence,
      Public_Blow_Jobs, Guns
  Series:
      Part 3 of True_Colors
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-21 Words: 997
****** Red and Black. ******
by paragraph_(ebcdic)
Summary
     He knows he doesn’t trust Jason. Bruce taught him well enough on that
     one. Trust no one.
Notes
     Sequel to Shades of Gray.
Tim stares at the charred remains of the three drug pushers with an almost
detached air. He had expected to be upset, angry, anything, but instead he just
feels nearly emotionless. Logically, he should’ve known that Jason was up to
something, especially after he had guessed that the whole thing was just one
big trick question anyway. Still, Tim can’t quite blame himself for the deaths,
after all, Jason was the one who had pushed the button and with a gun to his
head, there wasn’t much Tim could do to stop him anyway. So Tim just turns and
heads home.
The next night, Tim finds Jason again but instead of shadowing him like he had
been, he just walks up to him.
“Hey.”
Jason smiles at him. “Tim.”
That smile makes Tim wary. What tricks does Jason have up his sleeves tonight?
When Jason pulls out a gun and tosses it to Tim, Tim isn’t sure he wants to
know, but he catches it anyway. He holds it so the barrel is pointed at the
ground and stares at Jason with his head tilted. How does Jason know he won’t
just shoot him? Does he think Tim won’t go that far? Or does he actually trust
him? Tim isn’t sure. He knows he doesn’t trust Jason. Bruce taught him well
enough on that one. Trust no one.
“C’mon.”
Jason turns on his heel and heads down the alley as though he actually expects
Tim to follow him without question.
“Where are we going?”
“Does it matter?”
The implication that Tim is going to follow him anyway should piss Tim off but
instead he just frowns and jogs to catch up with Jason. Jason turns the corner
and walks into an alley that’s even narrower than the previous one. He pauses
near a dumpster and reaches back to grab Tim, pulling him behind it.
“Wait here.”
Before Tim can protest, Jason is walking farther up the alley. Tim peeks out
from behind the dumpster and watches as Jason flattens himself against the wall
near a door that’s slightly ajar. Not long after that, two hoods come out and
apparently don’t notice Jason standing there until Jason flicks the safety off
his gun and presses it to the back of one of their heads. The one that isn’t in
danger of getting his brains blown out turns at the other’s gasp, drawing his
own gun. To Tim, it looks like Jason is in danger of getting killed and he
unexpectedly finds his heart beating faster in fear at the thought. He draws
his own gun and levels it in the guy’s direction.
“Robin. Now.”
Jason’s voice is full of command. The guy with the gun looks around the alley
before shooting in Tim’s direction. He misses and Tim ducks back behind the
dumpster for a second. When he dares to look back up, the guy has his gun
pointed back at Jason. Tim hesitates for a fraction of a second before he
levels his gun again and aims it at the guy’s hand. He’s not entirely sure what
he’s going to do. Distract the guy? Shoot the gun out of his hand? But then the
guy turns back in his direction and levels the gun at him.
“Drop the gun or I shoot the kid.”
To Tim’s surprise, Jason actually does what the guy says and lets the other one
go. Tim’s heart does this weird kind of flip-flopping thing and his pulse picks
up as the guy swings his gun around back to Jason. For a moment, Tim actually
considers just shooting the guy, but Bruce’s training is still too ingrained.
Instead, Tim pulls out a batarang and whips it at the guy’s hand with
precision, knocking the gun out of his hand. Jason kicks the gun down the alley
and Tim comes out from behind the dumpster with the gun leveled at the two
guys. He’s not sure what they’ve done other than pulling a gun on Jason. Maybe
something bad, maybe nothing at all. Who knows with Jason? Out of the corner of
his eye, Tim catches Jason picking up his dropped gun.
“Run,” Tim tells the two guys.
They don’t have to be told twice. Tim turns and levels his gun at Jason as
Jason swings to aim at the guys’ backs.
“Shoot them and I shoot you.”
Jason laughs but doesn’t drop his gun. “You won’t shoot me, Tim.”
Tim aims over Jason’s head and fires. “Want to make a bet? Drop the gun,
Jason.”
The shot doesn’t even make Jason flinch. He just turns slightly and aims his
gun at Tim for a second, a very long second to Tim, before he puts it away. Tim
keeps his gun leveled at Jason as he walks closer to him.
“What did those two guys do that was so bad that you thought they deserved to
die?”
“Absolutely nothing, but you would’ve shot them anyway to save me if you had
to, right?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
Jason pushes Tim’s hands down so the gun is aimed at the ground and Tim lets
him. When Jason’s mouth meets Tim’s it’s electric. Tim drops the gun and his
arms go up around Jason’s neck as he pushes him back against the wall. Jason’s
hands grab his ass, pulling his hips against his. Tim moans into the kiss
before biting down on Jason’s lip hard enough to draw blood. This time, Jason
moans and his hips buck toward Tim’s. After licking the blood away, Tim breaks
the kiss to sink to his knees. He quickly undoes Jason’s jeans, pulling out his
cock. As he takes Jason’s cock in his mouth, he listens to Jason’s little
growls. Jason’s hands come down to dig into Tim’s hair as his hips buck toward
Tim’s mouth over and over again as Tim sucks hard until Jason comes with almost
a scream. Tim pulls back and smiles up at him.
“Tomorrow?”
“Oh, yeah.”
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