Terms of Psychic Warfare by Glossolalia (Adult)

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Fandom: DC COMICS
Characters/Pairing[s]: Jason/Tim (Red Hood/Robin III)
Author on LJ: glossing
Author Website: http://www.exitseraphim.net/glossings/
Why this must be read:

Remember how I said I'd say, several times this month, "this is a story I wanted to write but this is better than mine would have been?" This is the archetype of such a story. There is nothing I can think of concerning Tim's relationship with Jason-as-a-dead-icon, Jason as a resurrected angry antihero, Jason as a former Robin, Jason as a fellow Batfamily member, and the concept of Robin itself that isn't touched on here, all absolutely pitch-perfectly. But then, Gloss wrote it, so perfection of pitch is just one of its virtues.

He's sitting cross-legged on the floor, checking his laptop's firewall, when Jason comes to with a choked roar.

The rope is tied to the bedframe, so Jason only succeeds in banging the bed against the floor.

He keeps it up for longer than Tim had expected.

"You!" Jason shouts when Tim finishes running the security algorithms and glances up. "You fucking little piece of *shit*!"

Tim cocks his head. "Hi."

Jason's cheeks are flushed again, as dark as they were just after orgasm. "Christ, I come to you with my fucking dick and balls out and you -"

"Yes," Tim says and rolls to his feet. "You shouldn't leave yourself quite so. Vulnerable."

Jason's shoulders rise and bow as he tests the ropes. "I can get out of these."

"If you're willing to break one arm and dislocate the other shoulder, then, yes." Tim sits on the edge of the bed, forty centimeters from Jason's feet. "Go right ahead."

"You'll let me out," Jason says, panting shallowly. "You have to."

"Really? Why?"

Jason smiles with half his mouth. "Because you're a good guy."

"Funny thing about that," Tim says softly and waits until Jason tries to lean closer. "A year away and several snapped arms can change your perspective."

Terms of Psychic Warfare