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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      DCU_(Comics), Batman_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      bruce_wayne/always_a_girl!Jason_Todd/Dick_Grayson
  Character:
      always_a_girl!Jason_Todd, Bruce_Wayne, Dick_Grayson
  Additional Tags:
      girl_Jay_is_the_princessiest_princess_to_ever_princess_sorry_not_sorr,
      Threesome, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, this_might_need_a_rating
      higher_than_explicit, This_is_trash
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-06 Words: 3984
****** let fall your soft and swaying skirt ******
by ohmcgee
Summary
     With Jay Bruce just sort of lets it happen, acts like it’s no big
     deal when Jay reaches into his pocket for his keys or sits on his lap
     when she asks for his credit card. Of course, he lets Jay do
     anything, so Dick guesses that’s just part of it.
Notes
     Hella porn.
The manor is quiet when Dick lets himself in. It’s a little after five and
Alfred’s car isn’t in the garage. He nearly trips over a pair of Jay’s boots in
the foyer and already he feels that edginess that always creeps in whenever he
comes home; Bruce would never have let him get away with something like that.
He walks into the kitchen first to grab a drink and there’s an empty soda can
on the bar, a wrapper from a granola bar, and Dick’s old walkman laying next to
it, Cyndi Lauper still blaring out the headphones like Jay found something
better to do and just left it lying there, still playing.
“I’m home!” Dick shouts up the stairs. “If anyone cares.”
Of course they could be down in the cave and would never hear him, but Dick
doesn’t mind having free reign of the place for a few minutes anyway, gives him
time to acclimate himself, get re-familiar with the home that isn’t home
anymore.
He used to be all over this place like Jay is now, books and clothes and tennis
shoes, those glass bottle cokes that Alfred used to buy especially for him
littering the tables, scuff marks on the floor and walls from Dick doing
cartwheels in the house. The other thing different is he’d get in trouble for
it. Bruce would fold his arms over his chest and make Dick feel about two feet
tall with all that disappointment on his face, make him spend his whole
Saturday helping Alfred clean the wall floor to ceiling. Jay -- well, there’s a
pink stain on the couch in the den from painting her nails and the sink
upstairs still looks a little blue from where she tried to dye her hair that
one time Bruce told her she couldn’t get a tattoo. Her room has clothes
everywhere -- more clothes than she’d ever really need, Dick thinks, wonders
how many batcaves could’ve been built with the amount of money Bruce lets her
spend on mini skirts and crop tops.
“Hey you,” Jay says behind him suddenly. She didn’t come out of her room,
obviously, and she didn’t come from the cave, so Dick wonders where she was
exactly, but he doesn’t get a chance to ask before she’s running at him,
wrapping her arms and legs around him and squeezing him tight. “Missed you, you
prick.”
She smells like bubblegum and perfume and something else, something familiar,
but she doesn’t give Dick long enough to figure out what before she’s hopping
down and dragging him into her room and flopping down on her bed. She’s wearing
one of Dick’s old Gotham Knights t-shirts and it’s too big for her, comes down
past her thighs and kind of hangs off her shoulder a little, showing off the
black strap of her bra, but it doesn’t seem to phase her, a pair of black
leggings beneath that.
“Just come home to do your laundry?” Jay asks, throwing one of the dragons on
her bed at Dick. Anyone other sixteen year old girl that’d be a teddy bear, a
puppy dog maybe, but not Jay. Even Jay’s stuffed animals need to have teeth.
Dick catches it, looks at the stitch across it’s forehead from where Alfred’s
had to sew it back together at least once, tosses it back. “Yep, just for the
weekend. Where’s the old man?”
Jay shrugs, blows a bubble. “How should I know?”
Dick rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t point out that Jay
has always followed Bruce around like she could’ve applied for the job of his
shadow instead of Robin, that the familiar thing he smelled when she hugged him
earlier was the scent of Bruce’s cologne, just says, ‘Yeah, okay. Well I guess
I better go find him. Say hello or something.”
“You should,” Jay says, then she stands up on her bed and climbs on Dick’s
back, piggyback style.
“Oof,” Dick says, grabbing her legs when she wraps them around him. “Jay. I
think you’re getting too big for this.”
“Don’t be a dick,” Jay says and bites Dick’s ear. “He’s in the study. And be
nice.”
“I’m always nice,” Dick mutters as he walks down the hall with her on his back.
She’s definitely gotten heavier since the last time they did this. “It’s him
that --”
“Oh my god,” Jay groans. “Can you guys just, I don’t know, not this time?”
“Hm,” Dick says. “I’ll try. I promise nothing.”
“Great,” Jay says and Dick can’t see her, but he’s pretty sure she rolls her
eyes. “You get a D for effort Grayson.”
Dick opens the door to the study and Jay yells, “Guess who I found creeping
around in my room!” next to his ear.
Dick winces and throws her off of him, says, “Hey,” to Bruce and Bruce, at
least, looks happy to see him for once, snatches the letter opener out of Jay’s
hand when she grabs it and starts flipping it on end.
“Home for the weekend?” Bruce asks and Dick nods.
“Yeah, kind of had a back load of laundry to do. Guess I should’ve called and
made sure Alfred was home first,” he says and Bruce laughs and it -- it makes
Dick glad he decided to come home.
“I’m sure we’ll be able to figure it out ourselves,” Bruce says and stands up,
puts his hand on Jay’s shoulder as he moves around her to give Dick an awkward
pat on the back.
“I dunno,” Jay says, stapling something together that probably shouldn’t be
stapled, smacking her gum. “Last time we tried to do laundry --”
“Ahem,” Bruce clears his throat and tries to usher Dick out of the study before
Jay can finish her story. “Have you eaten?”
“Not really,” Dick shrugs. “But I can just find something. I do somehow manage
to survive on my own.”
“Doubtful!” Jay calls and catches up to them, wiggles her way between him and
Bruce. “If you tell me you don’t have cereal for at least two out of three
meals you’re a fu--a freakin’ liar.”
“Hey,” Dick says. “They’re saying Cheerios prevents heart disease, you know.
I’m just looking out for my health.”
Bruce laughs again and Dick almost stumbles down the stairs.
“We should get pizza,” Jay says and Bruce shakes his head.
“We ordered pizza last night. We should have something healthier.”
“Pizza has vegetables,” Jay says and she’s already hopped up on the kitchen
counter and grabbed the phone, like she already knows Bruce is going to cave.
“Jay,” Bruce says and he tries to sound stern but it just looks hilarious when
Jay holds the phone out of his reach when he tries to grab it from her. “Alfred
left grilled chicken and --”
“B,” Jay says and pulls the face, the one that took Dick years to become immune
to. It’s not quite a pouty thing, she just sort of bats her eyelashes (they are
ridiculously long), and just barely wets her lips (it took Dick forever to even
realize that was part of it), makes her eyes get all big and round and tilts
her head, and somehow -- somehow it just makes grown men, even grown men who
spend their nights wearing kevlar and jumping off rooftops and dodging bullets,
give her whatever she wants.
“Well,” Bruce says. “Since Dick is visiting, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt
anything.”
Dick has to hand it to her. It is kind of an art form.
 
***
 
After pizza they go down to the cave and get changed. The sun is down and it’s
time for the crazies to come out.
“I still can’t believe you let her go out like that,” Dick says as he suits up
next to Bruce, watching Jay preening in the mirror.
Bruce looks over at Jay as she ties her hair back with a red ribbon, her
cropped Robin tunic sliding up right underneath her breasts when she raises her
arms. Dick just hopes she still has the Robin panties on underneath that short
red skirt.
“Hn,” Bruce says. “Robin was always meant to serve as a distraction.”
“Right,” Dick says as Bruce slips on the cowl. Sometimes he has to wonder,
though, who she distracts more.
 
***
 
Dick spends most of the night with Jay and it’s good for him. He needed to be
reminded that she’s not just a gum chewing, t-shirt stealing brat that has the
run of the place, that she works hard to be Robin and more than deserves the
title. The way she fights, it’s not like he would do things, but it’s a work of
art in it’s own right. She’s quick, relentless, and because she’s a girl most
of the crooks don’t expect her to be so brutal, to knock them on their ass
while they’re trying to get a good look at her.
It makes Dick angry, the amount of disgusting, derogatory comments that get
spewed at her over the course of the night, but Jay just takes it in stride,
maybe bloodies a few extra noses when they get particularly nasty, and Dick
maybe, accidentally breaks some guy’s finger when he tries to cop a feel.
When they get back home Jay changes into pj’s, another one of Dick’s old
shirts, a faded grey one with Mickey Mouse on it that fits her better than the
other one, probably because Dick was like, ten when Bruce took him to Disney
World, and a pair of shorts that look like sweatpants that have been cut off.
“Hey, you know what we should do?” Jay says. She’s always bouncing off the
walls after patrol and Dick can’t blame her, he still can’t sleep for hours
after he gets home, the adrenaline still too fresh in his veins. He knows Bruce
is the same -- not that he’d act like either one of them, but he knows that
even if he tried to go to bed he’d still lay there awake, drumming his fingers
and staring up at the ceiling, scratching his chest, tossing and turning until
he finally gave up. There were so many times he’d wake up after sleeping for a
while to find Bruce down in the cave, fiddling with this or that, and he still
hadn’t slept a wink.
“Yeah, what’s that Little Wing?” Dick says, grinning, and Jay blushes when he
calls her that. She got called just about every name in the book tonight by the
creeps of Gotham and didn’t even bat an eye, but that’s what makes her blush.
“We should watch a movie,” Jay says. “We haven’t done that in ages.”
Dick, actually, isn’t sure they’ve ever done that, but Jay seems really excited
about it and he’s not going to be sleeping anytime soon, plus a movie might
actually help them wind down a little.
“Sure, whatcha want to watch?” He asks and when Bruce stands up to excuse
himself, Jay reaches up and grabs his arm.
“We’re watching a movie,” Jay says and pushes him back down on the couch and
Dick has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.
Dick takes the chair in the corner when Jay pops in Goldfinger, making some
dirty comment about Sean Connery that makes Bruce blush, and gets comfortable.
“We need popcorn,” she says as the intro plays and disappears for a few
minutes, comes back with a bowl for Dick and one for her and Bruce to share,
cops a squat on the floor between Bruce’s legs and sets the bowl in Bruce’s
lap.
It should be weird, Dick thinks, how close she and Bruce are. It’s probably
weird. He’s not sure. Jay, she’s just a clingy type of person. Dick’s not sure
she ever really actually learned what personal space is and it’s weird because
Bruce was never really a fan of physical contact. Like, he’d hug Dick but it
was always stiff and brief, but with Jay he just sort of lets it happen, acts
like it’s no big deal when Jay reaches into his pocket for his keys or sits on
his lap when she asks for his credit card. Of course, he lets Jay do anything,
so Dick guesses that’s just part of it.
Dick looks over at one point and Jay’s got her head laid on the inside of
Bruce’s knee, stuffing popcorn in her face and giggling, ”Pussy Galore.”
Bruce’s hand is in her hair, his fingers looped around her soft curls, and Dick
has to get up and excuse himself to the bathroom even though all he does when
he’s in there is splash some cold water on his face.
When he comes back into the den Jay’s up on the couch, curled up against Bruce
with one of the afghans pulled over her. He missed the beginning of the big
action scene, so Dick slides back into his chair and grabs his bowl of popcorn,
is glued to the tv for the next fifteen minutes while Bond and the bad guys
shoot it out.
When he glances back over at Bruce and Jay, Jay’s eyes are closed and Bruce
looks like he has his arm around her waist, but it’s under the blanket so Dick
can’t really tell. Then Jay opens her eyes and looks straight at Dick, pulls
her bottom lip between her teeth and Dick can make out the tiniest of movements
beneath the blanket. Jay’s face flushes pink but she doesn't look away and Dick
-- he couldn’t even if he wanted to. It’s probably not -- he’s probably
imagining the whole the whole thing. Bruce is still just as straight faced as
ever, staring forward like the movie has his whole attention, but then Jay’s
eyelids flutter and she shifts her hips, and she lets out this noise, and the
bowl of popcorn falls right out of Dick’s lap and spills all over the floor.
It’s -- he’s had his suspicions about her and Bruce but he always told himself
he was just imagining it, he was just jealous, or projecting his own stupid --
but he’s still not prepared for it.
Bruce’s hand stills under the blanket, but he looks over at Dick when he hears
the bowl fall onto the floor, looks at Dick with an expression of equal guilt
and terror and maybe even something else, starts to take his hand away but then
Jay grabs it, still looking at Dick and says, “Please,” and man, suddenly Dick
just gets it. He totally gets why Bruce lets her get away with anything, do
anything, say anything. Just hearing her like that, seeing her face all open
and vulnerable and needy, Dick figures that’s probably worse than any of the
drugs any of the crooks are peddling around Gotham.
“Dick,” Bruce says, hesitantly, and Dick just shakes his head.
“Don’t,” he says. “Don’t stop.”
Jay’s eyes light up at that and she kicks the blanket off of her, shimmies out
of her shorts and Dick wishes he was shocked that she wasn’t wearing any
underwear, but he’s really not. Bruce shifts a little and she leans back
against his chest, spreads her legs and Dick can’t do anything but stare as
Bruce spreads her open with his big, thick fingers, swallowing dryly when Jay
moans.
Bruce murmurs something next to her ear that Dick can’t hear and Jay just nods
and it makes Dick’s chest go tight, makes his dick so hard it hurts.
“Dick,” Jay whimpers -- whimpers, digging her fingers into Bruce’s thighs. “I
want -- will you --”
But Dick is already on the floor, crawling over to them.
“Jay,” he breathes out, runs his hands up her legs. He can already smell her
and it’s making his mouth water. “You’re so --”
“Incredible,” Bruce finishes for him and he’s glad, because Dick couldn’t even
think of a word that was good enough.
Dick just nods, watches Bruce’s fingers as he plays with it. And that’s all
he’s doing, really, just stroking his fingers over her, rubbing her clit with
his thumb, making Jay shudder and arch her back, make all these little
whimpering noise that Dick wants to chase with his mouth.
Dick looks over Jay’s shoulder at Bruce and Bruce -- he doesn’t even nod, just
the expression in his eyes is all the communication they need, and Dick dips
his head and licks at Jay around Bruce’s fingers, and Jay just loses it, digs
her heels into Dick’s neck and pushes his face against her, cries out when Dick
slips his tongue inside of her.
God, she tastes -- she tastes like candy and bad decisions and Dick wants to
drink her down until there’s nothing left, make her scream until she loses her
voice. Bruce still has his fingers on her clit, playing with her while Dick
fucks her with his tongue and she’s making these high pitched, whimpering
noises above him, alternating between squeezing Bruce’s thighs and pulling
Dick’s hair. When Dick licks up her pussy he tastes Bruce’s fingers, sucks them
into his mouth too and hears Bruce groan, then Bruce is pushing them into his
mouth and Jay is swearing, “fuck, that’s hot”, above him. Bruce’s fingers are
thick and rough, calloused and scarred, and they taste like Jay and like Bruce
and Dick sucks them down greedily, reaches down to grind his hand against his
dick before he passes out.
“Oh my god,” Jay says, then she’s turning her head and grabbing Bruce’s face
and Dick watches them kiss, Bruce’s fingers still in his mouth, and works his
hand down his pants to get his hand on his dick. “B,” she says and licks the
side of his face, murmurs something in Bruce’s ear that Dick can’t hear and
Dick watches Bruce’s tongue slip into her mouth when he kisses her again, hears
him ask, “Do you have --” and Jay nods. “In my shorts.”
“Alright,” Bruce says and then he’s taking his fingers out of Dick’s mouth and
Jay is scooting away from Dick, leaning down to pick her shorts off the floor
and dig in the pocket to fish out a condom.
“Oh hell,” Dick says and Jay just turns and winks at him as she kneels in front
of Bruce, gets his pants undone and starts pulling them down his thighs.
“Dick --” Bruce starts to say, but then Jay’s swallowing him down and Bruce
makes this noise like he wasn’t expecting that, buries his hand in Jay’s hair
and stares down at her like Dick’s never seen Bruce look at anybody, drags Jay
back up and kisses her, hard and messy with so much desperation between them
Dick can practically feel it, and when he lets her go Jay’s already rolled the
condom on him.
Dick just kind of sits back on his knees, unsure what his role here is anymore,
and that’s when Jay crooks her finger at him, says, “C’mere.” Dick crawls over
to her between Bruce’s legs and Jay wraps her arms around his neck, licks into
his mouth. She tastes like grape soda and like Bruce’s cock and Dick groans
against her when he realizes that, fucks his tongue down her throat and licks
the taste of Bruce out of her mouth.
“Alright,” Bruce growls and Dick can hear the impatience in his tone, but also
the pure need, watches as he gets his hands around Jay’s tiny waist and lifts
her up into his lap. Dick follows her, crawls between Bruce legs and peels his
old shirt off of her, leans forward and gets his mouth on her tit as Bruce
slides into her.
“Fuck,” Jay moans, drags it out until it’s so many syllables Dick can’t count,
turns her head and kisses Bruce, sloppy and wet as Bruce fucks up into her, one
of his hands squeezing the breast Dick’s not sucking on.
“Does he feel good?” Dick murmurs as he kisses his way up her throat, stops to
catch her mouth, swallow down her moans.
“God, Dickie,” she gasps. “You don’t even know. Just --”
Dick kisses her again, sucks on her tongue and her lips, sucks a bruise on the
side of her neck for her to remember him by when he’s gone again. He kisses his
way down between her tits, sucks kisses on her belly, her hips, then dips his
head between her thighs and sucks on her clit while Bruce fucks into her.
“Fuck,” Jay screams and Dick tastes her when she comes, dips his head lower and
pushes his tongue in her alongside Bruce’s cock and Bruce makes this sound, and
Dick says, “Bruce, please,” too fucking turned on to even know what he’s asking
for.
“Yeah,” Jay says and she eases herself off of Bruce, pulls the condom off of
him and Dick doesn’t wait for anyone’s permission, just grabs Bruce’s thighs
and swallows him down, takes every inch of him all at once. Bruce groans and
then Dick feels his hand palming the back of his head, heavy and steady, not
forcing him but just guiding him, and when he looks up Bruce has his head
thrown back and his eyes closed and he’s so fucking beautiful Dick doesn’t know
how he never just dropped to his knees and just asked Bruce to use him.
Dick knows what he’s doing, enough practice with Roy over the years, and he
sucks Bruce sloppy and wet the way he likes it, but with enough suction that it
makes him pull at his hair and whimper. He sucks Bruce until his jaw is sore
and his lips are numb and his throat feels raw, until he hears Jay making soft
little noises over him again and looks up to see her fucking herself on two of
Bruce’s fingers.
“You look so pretty, Dick,” she says as she pants, reaching down to tangle her
fingers with Bruce’s in Dick’s hair. “I can’t even take all of him.”
And that -- the fact that he can do something for Bruce that she can’t -- has
Dick whining around Bruce’s cock and coming in his pants just like when he was
a teenager, every night after patrol.
“Dick,” Bruce gasps, a little brokenly, a little like awe, and grabs Dick’s
face with both of his hands, stares down at him as he comes in his mouth.
Jay slinks down on the floor next to Dick once Bruce lets him go, pushes him
down on the floor and straddles him and Dick gets his fingers inside of her as
she licks Bruce’s come out of his mouth.
“God, you were so hot,” Jay pants as she fucks herself down on Dick’s fingers,
her tits bouncing in his face. “Coming like that, just from having him in your
mouth. I get it, you know? Sometimes I get so wet just looking at him,
sometimes I gotta --”
Jay’s back makes a perfect arch when she comes this time and Dick just keeps
fucking her through it, feels her clench around him so tight, feels her juices
spill all over his fingers, grabs her by the hips and drags her up to his
mouth, tongues and sucks on her clit until she comes again, nearly pulling all
the hair out of his head.
“Holy shit,” she says when Bruce scoops her up, wraps her up in the blanket and
pulls her into his lap. Dick watches her curl into him like a cat, bury her
face in the crook of his shoulder, watches Bruce run his fingers through her
hair. Any other time he’d be feeling that pang of jealousy, feeling like an
outsider in his own home, but right now he’s still got her taste in his mouth,
the cramp in his jaw from having Bruce’s cock in his mouth, so its all right.
Maybe, he thinks, finally, everything’s going to be all right.
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