For the ever amazing, and lovely Teal, who deserves all the love in the world~
Jason makes small noises of distress as he twists and turns. His muscles tense, and he gasps for air. There isn’t enough. It’s too dark and he’s never escaping this coffin. Even if he does, there’s still the mounds of dirt to break through. He’s trapped. Suffocating. Left alone to rot, to fend for himself and he’s not enough.
Happy Birthday Teal~ Hope you have an awesome day!
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There’s a faint shuffling sound that stirs Jason from his slumber. One of his hands instinctively reach out on his bed, though his hand only manages to fist into fabric. He lets out a sigh and tilts his head, the daylight seeping through the curtains make a silhouette of a large man getting dressed. “Heh. Love ‘em and leave ‘em type huh?” Jason smirks into his pillow.
For my Valentines
OMG. AHHHHH. ;o; Julieeee. Thank-you so much. ;w; They’re in suitssss! And Dick, where exactly is your hand going?! Ahh, I’m totally smiling like an idiot right now, fff lucky there’s no one here to see.
You are amazing and awesome Julie. ;A; Thank-you forever and ever.
For the always awesome Teal. Thanks for being so cool and an amazing friend. It’s always nice talking to you~ You are fantastic, funny and fabulous. Seriously, it fun paying attention to your fandom thoughts, or thoughts in general. And you’re always willing to lend an ear to a friend in need, which I find admirable, and to offer your advice. ;o; I consider myself extremely lucky to have gotten to meet you~ <3
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Jason grins as his line of sight is met with something that fuels him to sit up from his tattered couch. “Couldn’t resist huh?” Jason smirks snuffing out his smoke in a nearby ashtray. He hears Bruce grunt in what sounds like annoyance but the man makes his way towards Jason. “As you can see, I was expecting you.” Jason’s smirk gets broader as he gestures to the dimly lit room covered in dust, and littered with take-out cartons, photos and various files.
For the ever lovely Teal.
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Bruce lands quietly on the gritty alley floor. He sees a waft of smoke at the entryway of the alley, coming from a familiar silouhette. He watches as the figure takes another puff of his cigarette before he stalks down the alley, closing the distance between them. Bruce remains still, so still he might have even stopped breathing. “Fancy meeting you here.” The man says, flicking his cigarette butt to the ground, stomping on it. Bruce grunts in affirmation before he allows the man to back him up into the brick wall behind him.
Happy Birthday Slothy!!
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Bruce had gotten home late one night, and headed straight up to his room. When he entered his abode, he found that there was someone already in his bedroom. No expression of surprise spread across his face, instead he went about his business. He loosened his tie and slipped it off and threw it on a nearby arm chair.
”Is there a reason you’re eating on my bed?” Bruce finally asked the young man on his bed. He noted the plates of food that were spread out over the bed.
”Seemed like a good place to have some grub.” Remarked the younger man.
Bruce sighed and moved closer to his bed. He eyed the mess, crumbs and sauce were all over his bedspread. The younger man, his former Robin, one Jason Todd, didn’t have decency to look remotely apologetic. Instead he looked extremely pleased with himself.
The older man narrowed his eyes down at Jason. “You’ve made a mess of my bed.” He said simply. His gaze sharpened, and perhaps anyone else might have been intimidated by the man’s intense stare, but Jason merely smiled smugly up at his former mentor. “I think you mean I actually gave it some use, Old Man.” Jason said smirking.
Bruce narrowed his eyes at that, and before he knew it, Jason’s hands were tied with his own belt. Bruce found a makeshift blindfold and had the younger man wrapped in his hold from behind. Jason growled and struggled against the hold. Just as he was about to spit out some venomous words, Bruce grabbed his tongue with his fingers. So instead a sharp groan escaped Jason’s mouth.
”Fu-ck Y-ou.” Jason said around Bruce’s fingers.
Bruce leaned forward, to whisper directly into Jason’s ear. “I intend to do just that.”
For Teal~
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Jason was sitting in Bruce’s chair behind his desk, looking around at everything that was on top of Bruce’s desk. When Bruce entered his study room in the manor, his expression flickered for a moment before he blanked it once more. Jason smirked up at him. Bruce sighed and walked over to his desk. He stood beside his chair and waited for Jason to move, but he did not. “You are in my seat.” Bruce said.
“I got here first.” Jason said and reached over to a dish that sat in a corner of the desk. It was full of butterscotch disks. He plucked one of the candies out of the dish and unwrapped it. He dropped the candy into his mouth and a wide smirk skirted across his face as he looked up at the older man.
Some BruJay for Teal, who said earlier that she could use some. Would have done it earlier, but I was unsure of what to write at first. When I couldn’t come up with something, I turned to music. ;3
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Trouble for Me - Britney Spears
Bruce should have known that Jason would be bad for him, that he was down right dangerous. He opened up the floodgates to all of Bruce’s repressed emotions. He dragged him under, and Bruce clung onto him for dear life.
Some BruJay for Teal. Uh, F.Y.I… I’m kind of doing the prompts sporadically. 8D
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Jason is looking at himself in the mirror. A frown has started to settle across his face. He doesn’t like what he’s wearing, it doesn’t really suit him and he doesn’t know why Bruce is insisting that he attend this ball thing in the first place. He tugs at his tie, trying to fix it. It’s starting to piss him off and he’s starting to curse out loud.
He’s so focused on his task that he hasn’t even noticed that Bruce is behind him. The older man grasps Jason’s tie from behind and fixes it for him. “Why do I have to go to this damn thing?” Jason asks.
Based off of Julie’s art.
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With all of his attention focused on Jason, Bruce hadn’t noticed the man behind him coming towards him with a two by four. The hit was deafening and everything had went black for Bruce. When he had awoken, he found that he was in his own bed in Wayne manor. He tried to gather his bearings but his vision was still a little blurry.
Bruce rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and found that he wasn’t alone in his room. There was someone at the side of his bed. The young man was resting his head on his arms on the edge of the bed. “…Jay?” Bruce asked, unsure if what he was really seeing was the reality.
“You’re dreaming…” Jason said back to him, not even bothering to look up at Bruce.
