Author disclaimer - I don't own any DC characters, etc etc.
I haven't tried to write any Batman fics before, so this is a trial flight to see if I can do it. Thanks for reading and comments are welcome.

Being a hormonal teenager had sucked for Jason. Especially being around Batgirl all of the time. Barbara Gordon was by far the most perfect female Jason had ever laid eyes on. She was strong, intelligent and not to mention drop dead gorgeous with her fiery red hair that matched her fiery personality. Only problem for poor little Jason was that was exactly how she saw him, as a little kid. Plus she was way too obsessed with Dick Grayson. The bane of Jason's existence.

Dick was the perfect son. He had been the perfect Robin. Barbara would blush. Bruce would sometimes give him a fond approving smile. Jason wanted those things. It had started simple enough with Jason trying to figure out what Dick had that he didn't. He had perfect hair. His eyes were a beautiful sapphire blue and sparkled merrily. His smile was dazzling. He was so unbelievably charming and the way his Nightwing outfit fit him was just so unfair. Jason had spent plenty of time in front of mirror looking himself over wondering if one day his body would look that amazing. He particular studied his butt wondering if his butt would ever look as good as Dick's did in that tight suit. The more he thought about Dick, the more he wanted to be in the slightly older male's presence. Dick was perfect. Even Jason had to admit it. He tried so hard to be just like him. He tried to be dazzling and charming. He tried to not be as impulsive or quick to anger which was difficult for him. In the long run though he couldn't compare and it didn't matter because he died.

When Jason came back to Gotham, all the things he had admired about Dick Grayson pissed him off instead. The first confrontation Jason had as Red Hood against Nightwing left his blood boiling. Nightwing had taunted him mercilessly with his charming musical voice. He had smirked victoriously when he slammed Red Hood against a wall. Nightwing might not have known who was behind the hood, but Jason knew who was behind that mask and to have his body dominated by said man thoroughly irked him to no end. He fought back and escaped, but he couldn't seem to forget about the masked crusader. The way his body had flexed as he moved. How that body was slightly more muscular than he remembered. How that ass still looked amazing in that skin tight suit. Ugh. Just annoying.

Every encounter since that first one only made him more irritated. This latest encounter wasn't any different. Jason didn't need Nightwing's help in the slightest with these thugs, but regardless, the flexible man just had to just push his way in. Jason scowled behind his hood as he watched Nightwing take down another baddy. It was distracting and Jason didn't have time for distractions. He tore his gaze away from Nightwing and placed it back on the men rushing him. The men that he left some nicely placed bullet holes in. He groaned when he saw some goons get the better of his fancy pants temporary assistant. Jason could have made his escape right then and there, but of course he didn't. He stormed over and pulled Nightwing roughly behind him out of the line of fire. He grimaced slightly when he felt a quick sting in his leg. He glanced down and pulled the little dart out with a growl. A moment later his world swirled out of focus.

Jason groaned as he started regaining consciousness. He blinked a couple of times and was grateful that there weren't any blaring lights. There was just a dim glow from the bedside lamp to his left. He tried to rub the sleep from his eyes, but found he couldn't move his arms. That snapped his eyes right open and he looked up to find his wrists handcuffed to a bed frame. He quickly scanned the room and his eyes landed on a boxer clad Dick Grayson leaning casually against a wall. Jason let out a growl and yanked at the cuffs.

"What the fuck is going on and where the hell are your clothes?" Jason said angrily and no, he was not looking over Dick's annoyingly perfectly toned body.

Dick smiled a dazzling smile and shrugged. "I took them off to check all of my injuries of course. There right over there next to yours."

As Jason digested that sentence he looked down his body noting that he too was only left in his boxers. He became achingly aware of how unbelievably exposed and vulnerable he was chained to a bed. He yanked at the cuffs again ignoring the pain of where the metal dug into his wrists. "Uncuff me right now Dick" he snarled at the man strolling up to him.

Dick smiled fondly at him and ran a slightly calloused finger down his cheek. Jason's upcoming snarl dried up in his throat at the unexpected caress. Dick let out a little sigh. "You know when Bruce told me that he suspected you were still alive and hiding under that Red Hood, I didn't believe him. I was too scared to believe him, but look at you." Dick smiled gently. "You're alive and you're beautiful." Dick continued to trail his fingers over Jason's face like he was trying to memorize it.

Jason took a shaky breath and tried to squirm away from the touch. "Cut this shit out! What are you playing at?"

Dick blinked at him seemingly coming out of his little daze. He chuckled softly. "I'm not playing at anything Jaybird. You have no idea how much I've missed you and how happy I am that you're here right now. You've grown up so much…" Dick trailed off as his fingers trailed down Jason's neck and over his shoulder.

Jason squirmed again and yanked his arms even though it was futile. "S-stop touching me! Why are you doing that?"

Dick tore his gaze away from his rapidly rising and falling chest to look back into his eyes. "I already told you. It's because you're beautiful. I missed getting to see you grow up into such a beautiful man. I don't want to miss anything else."

Jason choked on air as Dick crawled on the bed with him and straddled his lap. He leaned down next to Jason's ear that was slowly flushing red like the rest of his face. "Let me memorize and worship your body Jaybird. Please…" Dick nuzzled into the side of Jason's head as his hands ran down Jason's firm muscled chest. "God I missed you…"

Jason squirmed violently as Dick's fingers ran over the top of his boxers and his minty fresh breath caressed the side of his neck. His brain had stuttered as it tried to process what the fuck was going on right now. Stupid annoyingly perfect Dick Grayson was on top of him touching him in ways that were by far too pleasurable. It made Jason hell-a uncomfortable. An embarrassing groan escaped him as Dick sucked at the crook of his neck and his hand landed on the front of Jason's boxers. Whatever was left of his mind shattered and the remnants were left blowing in the wind.

He was vaguely aware of Dick kissing and nipping down his body. His calloused nimble fingers were pressing and caressing over his skin that was way too damn sensitive. It shouldn't be breaking out in goosebumps from such simple touching. He was still trying to come up with a coherent thought when he felt Dick once again stroking him through his boxers. A moan escaped Dick's mouth only to be absorbed by Jason's abs where that mouth was currently tasting. Jason's glanced down his own body and it was like an electric current raced through him leaving his little hairs standing on end. Another embarrassing noise escaped him as Dick's fingers inched down his boxers over his muscled thighs. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Dick's wet tongue licked him. Fuck.

"D-dick…S-stop…" Jason said pathetically even as his hips lifted automatically searching for more.

Dick sat up slightly to look into Jason's flushed face. His hand still working on the hard flesh. "Do you really want me to stop Jaybird?" he asked in a husky voice that sent Jason's blood twisting and rushing once more.

Jason looked into those mesmerizing sapphire eyes and swallowed. Dick's handsome face was flushed and his hand was still moving slowly. Just enough to tease and torment. Jason was so thoroughly confused and aroused…and curious… Let's just say that the Red Hood with a chip on his shoulder didn't get to experience these types of scenarios that often…or like ever. He shyly shook his head no. "You…can continue…" he said slowly and his heart fluttered when Dick gave him one of those signature dazzling smiles.

Then that dazzling smiling mouth was doing dazzling things to him. Jason groaned loudly and threw his head back as he arched. God. Dick was good at this. Jason had never known how good head could feel. That tongue was either demonic or angelic. Jason couldn't decide as it licked at him and left a tingling fire in its wake. Dick groaned around him sending vibrations straight into his core.

After a while, Jason took a peak southwards and almost blew it right then and there. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine Dick Grayson sucking on his junk. His head was bobbing up and down followed by his hand, but that wasn't what was throwing Jason ever closer to the edge. No. It was the fact that Dick had inched down his own boxers and was jerking himself off as he groaned around Jason's aching length.

Jason's continued to watch even as his toes curled and his muscles tensed. The coil inside of him was burning as it got tighter and tighter. His eyes screwed shut as the coil finally burst and with a loud groan he found blissful release into Dick's wickedly sinful mouth. Dick groaned in response and swallowed. When he surfaced again he was panting and staring at Jason with emotions that Jason didn't really want to decipher at the moment. He just wanted to bask in his orgasmic high…and maybe get these damn handcuffs off. Dick, the gracious bastard that he was, at least pulled his boxers back up after he wiped his hand clean on the sheets.

"Wow Jaybird…" Dick trailed off dreamily before crawling on top of Jason.

Jason tried to growl and demand that Dick release him this instant, but was silenced by soft lips on his. Instead he let out a little noise. The small gap was just enough for Dick to slip his tongue into Jason's mouth. Jason's taste buds exploded with the taste of Dick and what he assumed was the taste of his own release. He moaned and tried to pull his head away.

"Really? What the actual hell Nightwing? Is this what you call patrolling now days? Hooking up with the Red Hood in a sleazy hotel room."

Dick propped himself up and Jason took in his red cheeks. "Hey Robin…Batgirl…" Jason growled as he looked at the kid Bruce had replaced him with. He couldn't say much about the new Batgirl. She didn't speak much or at all around him. "What are you two doing here?"

"Looking for you. Oracle was worried and I have to say I'm quite disappointed in you. I thought you two were a thing again?"

Dick paled and quickly looked down at Jason. "That is not what it sounds like."

"Goddammit Dick Grayson get off of me and get these handcuffs off right now!" Jason growled. Before he was just irritated with Dick, but now, oh now he was furious. How dare Dick do that stuff to him if he was in a relationship with Barbara? She was the most wonderful woman in the world and only deserved the absolute best.

"I can't do that because you'll just storm out of here and not let me explain anything" Dick groused back.

"Damn straight I will. Now do it!"

"Calm down first and let me explain."

"Explain what!? How you're still into Babs!? I don't fucking want to hear it! Now release me!"

While the two were in their own little world, one snarling and the other trying to calm the snarling one down, Batgirl located the key and strolled up to the two boxer clad males. She started to unlock the handcuff's ignoring Dick's objections. His reaching hands were pinned by Robin. Much to Jason's pleasure he was finally free of the restraints. He sat up and punched Dick Grayson in that infuriatingly perfect face. Dick groaned at the impact and laid down on the bed. He rubbed gently at the spot of impact. "That was so uncalled for…" Dick said petulantly. "Please don't storm out of here."

Jason glared at him as he buttoned his pants. "Fuck you" he growled.

Robin looked awkwardly between the two as Jason dressed himself. He shifted from foot to foot. "So is it true then that you really are Jason?"

Jason froze and slowly turned to glare at his replacement. Batgirl carefully stepped in front of Robin. She was very good at reading people's body language and what she was getting from Red Hood right now was in fact very hostile.

"Jason was killed by the Joker a long time ago brat. He doesn't exist anymore and anyone that thinks he does" Jason paused to glare at Dick still sitting on the shitty mattress. "Is deadly wrong." With that he pulled his red hood over his head. He made his way out of the window ignoring Dick's quiet plea for him to stay.

He really couldn't believe that really all just went down. Fuck. There was so many things wrong with what just happened. First, why the ever fucking daylights did he let Dick Grayson pleasure him? Well yeah he knew why. Because he was a man and shit sometimes he thought with that other brain of his. The other problem? Well that was the fact that he didn't try to kill those batbrats. He had been too completely mortified by the whole being found chained to a bed practically naked. Jason did not like being vulnerable and exposed and it was just too damn much. Lastly, the most undeniably annoying thing was that they most definitely knew that he was the Red Hood. Something he didn't want Batman to know yet. He had it planned out differently. He was going to reveal himself right after he had destroyed everything Bruce had fought so hard for. He continued to brood as he made it back to his stashed bike. Stupid fucking Dick Grayson.