Happy Birthday Slothy!!
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.”