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🕑 Added 2015-11-04 01:17:12 +0000 UTC http://archiveofourown.org/works/5141198/chapters/11832587Jason checked his bank account once more—blinked his eyes, refreshed the page, sent the cookie again. The Swiss—in very proper HTML—told him that he was down to two thousand again. Milk money. He was usually better at budgeting than this. He didn’t donate all his ill-gotten gains to St. Mary’s Orphanage for Resurrected Robins or anything, but he wasn’t stingy with it either.
There were a few charities. Travel expenses. He liked to live in luxury, as well… after all, he wasn’t supposed to be living at all. Having been given no choice in the matter, he figured the universe owed him that while he was living, yet again, it be in a manner at least a little on par with being the ward of a wildly child-endangering billionaire.
Then there were the guns. The ammo. Smuggling them in and out of customs, or having to reacquire armaments in-country. Yeah. That wasn’t cheap. Say what you will about bat-shaped boomerangs, but you could reuse them.
Well, he wasn’t going to stop shooting people, so he needed money. Another little Piccadilly with the Teen Titans. Bothering his little bro was always fun, and it usually resulted in a payday, once he applied a little logic to inserting himself into whatever supervillain ruckus they were into. If they were foiling a bank robbery, then he might help himself to the loot while the bad guys helped themselves to a Titan beatdown. He got the money, the baddies went to jail, everyone was happy. Except for Robin. But he was a Bat; he liked being unhappy.
Nah. He’d already paid Jump City a visit that month. He didn’t like to get on Robin’s case too much. Might get him to run and tattle-tale to Big Daddy Bat, and that would just ruin Jason’s week. He needed to pull something else. Hijack a drug shipment, collect a bounty—an honest day’s pay for an honest hour’s work.
He found it hard to come up with anything. If it were easy, anyone would do it. Most supervillains were pretty dumb, but still, by luck or skill, most of the ways to get giant laser threatening the city pay-out without the giant laser threatening the city were taken.
Jason stopped, noticing his fingers were steepled under his nose. He needed to get laid too. Already he was thinking too hard.
Jason didn’t live in a mansion, much less some kind of Bond villain lair. He didn’t really live anywhere—he followed the Heat credo. Walk away from everything in thirty seconds. His home was a succession of luxury suites, in hotels, in boats, on transcontinental flights. This offered little security beyond anonymity and the usual protection any moving target had.
So to this, Jason added two systems. One was technological. Tiny clips, the size of earbuds, that he attached to every door and window in his living space. If they were disturbed by any significant vibration whatsoever, he would hear a tone in the earpiece he always wore. This did little more than make him appear mildly psychic to the hotel staff, which was an icebreaker, at least.
(It didn’t detect vibrations in the walls or floors or ceilings, but Jason figured if they came in through those, he would notice.)
The other security system was a Chinese zhong, or bell. It had no clapper, but would ring resoundingly if any magic took place nearby.
It rang.
Jason looked over his shoulder and, for a moment, saw his reflection in the room’s large mirror. He had a passing physical resemblance to Dick Grayson, and less so to the short Tim Drake—Bruce had a type. His dark hair was peppered with strands of white, owing to trauma rather than age, and it spackled across the brackish stubble of his strong jaw. His face was pale, his eyes sunken, cheekbones once high, now slightly haggard in context. It was a handsome face, but gave an impression of sickliness, like he was recovering from some lingering illness. A sheen of sweat showed on his sallow neck. He needed to eat more, do the kind of exercises that were more pretty than weapon, wear better clothes, clothes without the word ‘sweat’ in their name.
All these long-since categorized thoughts—a workhorse of his thought process from sleeping in so many rooms with fucking mirrored ceilings—flickered through his brainpan before his reflection disappeared. The whole mirror did, blocked by swirling black. It transitioned into purple like someone had dumped food coloring into water, and Raven emerged, Starfire at her side.
They looked pretty as ever, in a preppie sort of way. Kory had grown up, filled out since the days when both she and Robin had tits like his namesake. Her breasts whipped the purple of her top into vast swells, like a hard wind at sea. The top ended just below them, as if she were in an endless process of pulling her old belly-baring top up over her head. And her skirt rode high on wide hips, exposing great swaths of firm thigh. Her belly showed between the two, soft but taut, and her thigh-high boots clung tight as stockings to sleek, feminine legs.
Raven had grown tall, a few inches above Kory, her parted cape and briefs showing off long, slender legs. Unlike Kory’s, the thighs were thin, not even meeting below her crotch, but making a lithe, lean journey to her knees, her calves, and finally bare feet. Her bodice showed tight on a supple body: breasts modest, stomach flat, hips narrow. It was an androgynous body, but just girlish enough to make things interesting.
Her face stood out more than anything else, sharply delineated where Kory’s was wide and open, the nose pert, the eyebrows thin, the features sculpted and pale and delicate, like she had been blown from glass while Kory was grown like an exotic flower.
Jason didn’t like surprises, but he enjoyed the sight of them. He picked up his can of ginger ale from the coffee table and toasted them, the broad muscles of his arms stirring outside the confines of his A-shirt, his leg muscles and intrigued manhood obvious within his loose sweatpants.
“Ladies. I think you’re short a few. What’s the matter, Raven, can’t fit all the boys in your hole?”
“Hilarious,” Raven said, which she said when she didn’t want to admit he was.
“We are not here on a fighting matter,” Kory said, with little of the trepidation he remembered. “We wish only to speak with you. There were concerns that these talks would not work well with immaturity.”
“And Robin just didn’t want to come,” Raven added.
“Afraid he’ll get a raise out of me? He shouldn’t have sent you two.”
Kory leaned over to her friend. “He is talking of his penis,” she whispered.
“Gotcha,” Raven replied dryly.
“So what do you want?” Jason asked. Their comedy routine could go on all day. “Tell me you’re not scouting members for Titans South By Southwest or whatever—“
“We’re not that desperate,” Raven retorted.
“We need to hire you. We understand that you are a mercenary, one who does things for money—like babysit or stock shelves…”
“You need someone babysat?” Jason asked. “Do you expect me to literally sit on them?”
“It’s a mission,” Raven said, exasperated. “An actual mission. Real danger. Real supervillains. You won’t be bored.”
“I won’t be charitable either. I expect to be paid, and well.”
“Paid?” Kory asked.
“You live in a skyscraper shaped like a T. I assume you have a checkbook.”
“We have merchandising rights,” Raven said. “We have enough to meet your price. And also free pizza.”
“Huh,” Jason said. He wondered why that dumb cartoon where they were all screaming midgets existed. He guessed something had to keep Cyborg in transistors.
He gave them a price. Starfire gasped. Raven nodded.
“Alright, ladies. I’m yours.”
***
The woman they showed him was good-looking, with a warm and experienced air that did nothing to dispel her attractiveness. Amerind ancestry, with golden brown skin, full and fervent-looking breasts, the freshness of youth still about her despite her matronly age. Ripe, luscious thighs, soft and succulent buttocks, tempting red lips…
She wore buckskins, feathers, a choker—other Native American accoutrements, the same way Superman decked himself out with a few Kryptonian gimmicks. A blue tattoo over her eye covered about a quarter of her face with the shape of a V, while another dove from her plump lower lip to her chin in a slash.
“Her name is Manitou Dawn,” Raven said, pulling the iPad away from Jason. “She’s a reserve member of the Justice League.”
That meant next to nothing. Congorilla was a reserve member of the Justice League. Hell, Jason might be a reserve member of the Justice League, just cuz he hadn’t RSVPed to some spam e-mail.
“She was in the vicinity when the Hive Five attacked a scientific institute. She tried to stop them, but they overpowered her and took her hostage. Now she’s missing.”
“You checked any ditches?” Jason asked. He figured if anyone had a right to joke about dead heroes, it was him.
“We do not think that the Hive would kill such a valuable hostage,” Kory said, beaming a little less brightly than usual. “Not unless as a very last of resorts.”
“So pay them. The League has a space station, they can’t afford a ransom?”
“The Hive might not ask for money,” Raven cut in. “They could demand that the JLA stand down while they carry out operations, or ask for the release of supervillains from Belle Reve.”
“We do not want to have to capture Brother Blood all over again,” Kory added.
“So what do you want me to do about it?” Jason demanded. “I’m good, but you have Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman—get some of them to attack the Hive Academy. I’m just a guy with some guns and a very square jaw.”
“Even if we knew where the Academy was,” Kory protested, “it’s an army of supervillains. Any attack big enough to overcome them would also risk hurting Manitou Dawn.”
“Or they could just execute her,” Raven said, just as Jason opened his mouth.
“Or they could just execute her,” he agreed. “So what…”
“If someone were to infiltrate the Hive Academy,” Kory said. “Someone known to work outside the law, but resourceful and clever… they could find and free Manitou Dawn without the shedding of blood.”
“And I’m the least psychopathic possibility? Why not send someone undercover? Give Cyborg a disguise or something?”
“You want the black guy to pretend to be a violent criminal?” Raven asked. “Real socially aware.”
“Assuming your check even clears, it’s an army of darkness,” Jason said, “not a social club. I don’t have a standing invitation just because I’ve knocked over a few banks.”
“We would be very lenient about whatever you would have to do to gain entry,” Kory said.
“Yeah?” Jason asked, standing. His half-hard cock hadn’t diminished, watching Raven on her long legs, Kory with her brief costume… “I would need to do something to get in their good graces. Impress them somehow.”
“How so?” Kory asked.
“A fake fight,” Raven answered for him. “The Titans could pretend to engage you, you could beat us up—“
“Too risky,” Jason said. “We’re talking about a bunch of paranoid maniacs here. If they see one pulled punch, one hint of fakery, they’ll have my head on a wall.”
“So what are you…” Feeling Jason’s eyes on her, Kory crossed her young, tender hands over her young, tender breasts. “What are you suggesting?”
“Something impossible to fake. Something embarrassing. Humiliating, even.”
“Such as?”
Jason advanced on her. “Sex.”
She gave ground as he kept walking, his long legs making strides that were brisk, but short. In answer to every one of his steps, she took a step back.
“A video,” he continued, as Kory neared the wall, her shadow edging up it, “of you having sex under questionable circumstances. Mind-controlled or blackmailed. Cheating on Robin. You heroes keep such a wholesome public image. Someone who produced a video like that would be a god to the underworld.”
“She’s not doing that!” Raven said, her voice lower and darker than ever, her eyes flaring with anger her words only half showed.
Jason glanced at her lustfully. Her body was actually quite womanly, once you realized how much all the black clothing was concealing, binding her curves down into expanses of shadow and darkness. But to the discerning eye, she was ripely breasted, full thighed, soft bellied, creamily fleshed—“I’m not picky.”
Raven pulled her cloak tightly around herself. “You couldn’t handle me.”
“I don’t know. You look very handle-able.”
“I’ll do it,” Kory said suddenly, sharply. She stood tall where she had stopped. Jason, who’d continued his advance on her, hoping to back her into the wall, suddenly found himself nearly running into her.
“You will?” he asked.
“You will?” Raven also asked.
Kory looked in confusion between them. “It’s only sex. It’s not as if, in my heart, I am being unfaithful to Robin. On Tamaran, there is a keen difference between the emotional and the merely physical—“
Before she could finish her explanation, Jason had sprung upon her, virtually tackling her against the nearby wall. He grappled with her, overpowering her feeble attempts to preserve her modesty with ripping handfuls taken from her top and skirt. Kory squealed as her skirt was reduced to a belt, the fabric of her crop top torn from her choker, leaving her in a state of dishabille even more debauched than simple nudity. Feeling the frayed edges of her torn costume upon her body, Kory felt a shock of arousal.
Jason ignored her mewls of surprise, pinning her body to the wall and lustily flinging her legs apart. Kory herself, aroused and engaged, drew down his sweatpants over the sudden burgeoning hardness of his cock. He excitedly dove into her, Raven watching with mouth agape.
“Christ, yes,” Jason groaned, feeling her warmth and tightness engulf him. Her arms twined around his shoulders, tight as iron, her face contorting into a snarl with her wide eyes narrowing, glowing green. Her cunt was wet as he’d ever felt, her arousal obvious where her nipples pressed against his chest. It was obvious that if she was going to be fucked, she expected to be fucked.
Excitement rampant in him, he slammed himself frenziedly into her soft body, his lips at hers, tongue prying into a kiss, thighs wrapping around his midsection. She writhed and twisted and squealed. One hand trapped his at the wrist, forcing it to a burning breast, almost too big for his callused fingers to encompass. He squeezed ruthlessly, but found his grip slipping off waves of sweat he’d brought out from her. He was almost distracted by the problem, but the moment he shifted his attention, she kissed him heatedly, her hips working fixedly at their connection. Even up against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, she still had her power of flight, and thus the leverage to maneuver herself any way she wished.
Without any other recourse, Jason palmed her breast as best he could, crushing it back against her chest, managing to maintain his grip with the small leverage. It was worth it just for the feel of her tit, the heated softness filling his hand, the rise and fall of her breath like her tit was trying to meet his touch. He mauled it as he kissed her as he fucked her, lunging and plunging again and again, stroking her excitement to flaming heights in an astonishingly short time until she climaxed soaringly, gloriously, her cream spilling from her in proclaiming counterpoint to her vocal outcry. One slapping against his stomach, the other warm against his throat. He’d made her come.
Jason didn’t rest on his laurels. He’d never get the chance again. He wanted more of her. As Starfire panted weakly, her hand covering his own to try to paw it more fully onto her breast, he stopped idly kneading the rounded flesh and instead grabbed her by the hips, spinning her round. Kory let out another fulsome squeak as she was pressed face first into the wall, her ass jutting out. Jason knew he’d never get another chance like this again. He wanted to take full advantage of it—and of Kory.
“X’Hal!” she cried as he lined himself up with her, his cock as hard as ever.
Jason tried to move in, but suddenly a photo-negative forcefield was cutting him off from Kory. He wheeled on Raven angrily.
“She shouldn’t have to do this alone,” Raven said, as calmly caustic as ever. “I’ll do it with her.”
“Raven!” Kory said, hand pressed to her heart, touched.
“Bend over the couch,” Jason told Raven.
“How original,” Raven said sarcastically, doing as he said on the nearby furniture, but piquantly keeping her cape in place. It billowed out over her temptingly presented rear, the swell of her buttocks obvious even through the heavy fabric.
“Perhaps she could go through this with me a little later?” Kory suggested as Jason sauntered to the bent double Raven.
With a flourish, he drew her cape aside. Her ass was as attractive as he’d hoped: milky white, with her bodice neatly divvied between either buoyant curve. He grabbed hold of that strap of fabric, barely able to get his fingers underneath it, it was so tight, then gave a sharp tug and felt the fabric rip. Abruptly, the curvature of her buttocks was unbroken. He could see the little pink rosebud of her anus, above the first evidence of her pussy, glossy and shining. It was obvious she’d felt more than concern for her friend, seeing him fucking her.
Jason slapped one hand on her rump, fisted the other in her cape. With her thusly held, he jammed himself inside her.
Coming off Kory, she was cool, almost cold, the chill thrillingly cutting into his pleasure as he felt her tightness. She cried out, too, more vocal than the rather stoic Kory. The contrast surprised him: hearing Raven coo and mewl and sigh with his steady strokes into her. He tightened his grip on her cape and gave it a pull, drawing it taut around her neck. Raven outright moaned as she was forced up like a dog on a leash, and he felt her pussy clench around him. She was utterly giving into his need for her.
Kory had not been watching idly. She’d stood leaned against the wall where Jason had left her, watching with envy and a certain amount of disbelief at that envy. She’d just come, hard, with a man she felt no love for. Her body was exhausted, all her energy dissipated by the combination of brutal fucking and her own taxing orgasm. There was no way she could be aroused again, no way the feeling that made her hands tense into fists could be lust. No way she could be sending coruscating sparks of energy flickering from her whitened knuckles in envy.
Yet she had. Yet she was.
She approached them, eyes helplessly locked on Jason’s flexing ass as he powered into Raven’s cunt. “X’Hal, I can’t stand it!” She threw herself against him, kissing him, pulling his hands away from Raven and towards her needy groin. “Please, Jason, please!”
Jason pushed her away, his hand clutching her shoulder, shoving her down to her knees. Now she could see Raven’s buttocks jiggle with every thrust inside her, see how Jason’s cock glistened with her juices every time it was removed and then reinserted. She touched herself, burying the heat of her green-glowing fingers between her legs.
“God, God! That’s it!” Raven wailed, gritting her teeth against her own excited shouts. “We’re gonna come so good!”
“I know I am,” Jason groaned. He pulled out of Raven suddenly, offering his burgeoning cock instead to the kneeling Kory.
She couldn’t resist. He felt the slimy softness of her tongue twirling around his collar, stroking up his shaft, ending in a magical flick across his glans. He gripped Kory’s long hair as he had Raven’s cape, rocking his hips, thrusting his cock into her suctioning mouth and grinding his loins against her face.
With his other hand, he adroitly fingered Raven. He liked the feel of her excited pussy, exploring the new symmetry of it with his clever fingers, finding her clit and toying with it like a cat with a mouse. Raven had stopped swearing. Now she pinched out little chants, Azareth and Metrion and Zinthos, trying to hold herself together, keep from begging for more of his cock.
Meanwhile, Kory was touching herself even more frantically, now that she had Jason’s swollen cock in her mouth. He was like Robin’s brother and she was blowing him with Robin’s approval. In fact, her mind hummed, she wondered if she wasn’t doing this because Robin had wanted her to. After all, he could have gone to see Jason instead of her, instead of Raven.
Well, if he wanted her to fuck Jason, she would fuck Jason. If that made her a whore, she would be one. Her body burned ecstatically with the thought of being used in such a way. She was about to come again.
She mumbled around Jason’s smoothly plunging cock, struggling to get the words out and at the same time continue the lewd dance of her tongue with his manhood. Before she could say a word, Jason’s ceaseless usage of her mouth and her own torpid masturbation exacted their toll.
“Mmmmph!” she choked, coming, feeling her back arch out of control orgasmically. She fought the spasm, but Jason’s cock fought her, its erectness making it slide from her mouth, slap up against his stomach. She eyed it desperately for a moment, then threw her face down, her neck crackling as her orgasm peaked violently. “X’Hal!” She gurgled, falling forward against his bloated scrotum.
Jason wouldn’t accept this. He twisted her long hair in his hand, bending her the other way, then forcing her against Raven’s ass, between Raven’s legs. Kory reacted to the scent and taste of Raven’s arousal almost instinctively, licking and kissing with native submissiveness. She wanted to please Raven. She wanted to please Red X.
Raven closed her eyes tightly, teeth now gritted shut, totally unable to absorb the pleasure that ran unfettered through her body. She knew how controlled she was, how disciplined, and that Kory was the opposite—rampant, unrestrained freedom, emotion, feeling. She had no idea that this extended to sex. There was nothing subtle about the way Kory pleasured her. She expressed all the lust she felt for Raven, holding nothing back, hiding none of her gluttony. Kory was determined to overdose on Raven’s taste, and Raven felt that unencumbered desire force its way into her body, shared by Kory, split between both of them, until she knew what it was to come as hard as Kory had.
Kory stopped then, feeling Raven’s sex tighten to an almost painful degree, Kory’s tongue working her into vicious contortions of pleasure expressed. She looked over and saw Jason’s face transfixed with ecstasy as his hand masturbated his cock, faster and faster. She knew what was happening to him, and a few seconds later she saw his seed spurt from the end of his cock, first shooting over Raven’s well-displayed ass, then slowly dripping from his cockhead.
Kory cursed herself. If only she had known, she could’ve had that ejaculation happen inside her mouth, down her throat. She could’ve tasted that cum on her lips.
Maybe she still could.
Her eyes locked with Jason, she lowered herself to Raven’s ass and ran her tongue over the pinkened flesh. Raven’s skin tasted good. The cum tasted better.
Jason watched as Kory slowly made her way back to Raven’s cunt. He decided to keep watching a while longer.
They didn’t have to know right away that there were no cameras set up. He’d let them come a few more times before they had to start over.
