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See No Evil: Home Sweet Home (ch. 24)
🕑 Added 2020-12-09 15:28:36 +0000 UTC7th Heaven. Lucky 13. Pitstop. Three shelters ran by a man named Vergil St. Jude, an assumed name if there ever was one. Though, as time went on, people were calling it Lowtown. After all, Hell and Gotham were synonyms and while Lowtown was beneath Gotham, it was a step up for most that entered. Between the three of them, they housed near a thousand people. All homeless. Or the desperate. Some of which Jason had known in his own time living on the streets.
Lowtown was becoming a haven during the gang war. Winter was settling in hard. Snow was piling up and the temperature was dropping. Jason spent several winters on the streets. Each one, no matter how prepared he thought he had been, he had nearly died. Either from the cold, hunger, or a fight over food or an extra blanket. When word got around that it wasn’t a human chop shop, then people were going to flood the place.
They seemed prepared for that. Digging an illegal tunnel to connect 7th Heaven and Lucky 13. More space to fit more people, shorter travel distances, and a building was purchased above to act as an entrance. A building that had previously been burnt down, before being purchased for over ten million dollars. An additional several million were allocated to rebuild it with the goal of turning it into a fortress.
That building, the home of Sainthood Enterprises, was paid for by taking out a loan from the Penguin. Only it wasn’t just for twelve million dollars, but twenty. Twenty million dollars.
The Penguin once had a man killed for not giving him exact change at a gass station once. The sheer amount that the Penguin had loaned Vergil alone warranted an investigation. There, Jason found details. No one knew the whole story except for a few, but he found a few facts -- Vergil had a five million debt to the Penguin for the rescue of Tifa Lockhart and the deaths involved in her rescue.
Which is why Vergil found himself working for the Penguin as a mobster. To pay back that debt.
But, at some point, 7th Heaven was founded and priorities had changed. The money he made went into supporting the homeless shelter. And at some point, Vergil had gained the Penguin's favor. Likely because of the cards that Vergil used -- storage containers that were being used to smuggle considerable amounts of drugs into the country. In fact, Vergil was currently in Brazil on such a mission.
"You are so lucky Batman isn't here," Jason told the screen covered in several photos of the various leaders of Lowtown. He was off on a League mission, but he would be returning soon. If Batman was here, Lowtown would be headless. Vergil would be behind bars for murder and drug dealing. Killer Croc for murder. Jack Bohannon for suspected breaking and entering, assault, and a murder committed in his teens. Revy Two-Hands was an ex-con that escaped from Blackgate -- a life sentence with a rap sheet that was miles long. A few highlights were the brutal murder of a police officer.
The four of them were all unquestionably bad people. And it was because of that, Batman would toss them in prison, throw away the key and try to continue the good work with leaders that he approved of. He would do it all and still be shocked when Lowtown collapsed into itself.
Bruce struggled to see gray. Stealing the Batmobile's tries to feed yourself? He could accept that. Jason was a testament to that. Selling millions worth of hard drugs and several murders to support a homeless community that was half-filled with wanted criminals? That would be too much for him. Jason knew it. He would try if Jason asked, but one way or another, Batman would do what he thought was right, even if it was wrong.
Jason's eyes lingered in a picture of Tifa. She was… really hot, but also in a relationship with Vergil. She was the other central pillar to Lowtown. She gave self-defense lessons, and the only crimes she had committed was fighting in illegal fight rings, taking part in illegal gambling, and knowingly aiding and abetting wanted criminals.
Pinching his eyes, Jason let out a quiet sigh. This is going to be messy.
"Whatcha working on?" A familiar voice asked and every muscle went taut. The fact that everyone in the family moved soundlessly was a real issue. Jason didn't bother closing the tabs as he spun around in the chair, knowing that the one that spoke had already taken a long look at the screen before announcing himself. Behind him was Dick Grayson, emphasis on the dick part. Next to him was Barbara and Wally.
"Nothing," Jason answered, digging his heels in for the sake of it. Alfred and Bruce got on his case about not getting along with others, but Jason couldn't bring himself to care. Then as an act of spite, he closed the tabs anyway. Though, only for a moment because of Barbara's tech wizardry. The tabs reappeared with a flick of her fingers.
Jokes on her. There's no way he would be keeping this investigation on the Batcomputer. The files he had were posted with various shit postings and memes that only made a lick of sense to him and him alone. That was thoroughly proven when Barbara sounded like she was swallowing a sigh.
"Jason…" Barbara sighed, using that tone of voice that told him that a lecture was coming. Another one. What would it take to get them off his back?
"It's my case," Jason interjected, forestalling any lecture incoming. "I don't stick my nose into any of your cases."
Dickhead let out a breath, "Jay, you're a kid. You-"
"Really? You're going to go there?" Jason shot back with a scoff. Dick had been Robin at the age of like three. He had no right trying to say that. Not without being the biggest hypocrite there was. "I don't need you holding my hand. It's my case, so leave it alone."
Golden Boy would go running off to Bruce without understanding a single thing. Lowtown would collapse.
Jason wasn't sure what he wanted done with the bulk of Lowtown 's leaders. Jail time, probably. That was just unavoidable. There was blood on their hands, and all it took would be some evidence to send them away. But…
"Jason, you're not doing yourself a favor acting like a child," Barbara remarked, making Jason turn around in his chair to give her an incredibly sarcastic look.
"Well, I'm rubber and you're glue, so whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks to you," Jason responded, his tone scathing as he doubled down. Barbara glared that cold stare down that she always gave him when he was annoying her. Dick ran a hand through his hair, giving him a look that reminded Jason of a kicked puppy.
It was so damn annoying to see that expression that Jason nearly snapped at him to wipe it off, before he did. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that that was something his deadbeat dad used to say to him and his mom. So, Jason just turned around to look back at the screen.
"Is there anything we can help out with, Jason?" Dick pushed, not getting the hint. He hadn't gotten the hint for months and it was honestly astonishing how clueless he could be.
"No," Jason answered curtly, pointedly covering the case files with a map of Gotham. East End, to be precise. The blocks were broken up with estimated territories. For the longest time, it had been solid black. Now it was a splashwork of colors. Some minor ones that had always existed in the space, but were too pathetic to be really called gangs. Most were trying to muscle in.
He thought that Lowtown would be carving out a chunk of territory for the Penguin. There hadn't been any moves to do as much. The most there had been was an attempt yesterday for a gang to move in to demand protection money, only to get their shit kicked in by Tifa. They had all the makings for a gang, but no territory was being taken. No protection rackets were being established, drug and prostitution trades were up for grabs -- the only businesses that were being created were clean. Relatively.
So far, it didn't look like Lowtown was a front for a Penguin Mob take over, even by proxy.
"Jason," Dick started, a sigh in his voice. "Can we talk about this?"
They could, but Jason sure as hell didn't want to. "No, I'm good." There wasn't anything to talk about. There was a beat of silence and behind him, Jason saw the two share a look in the reflection on the Batcomputer. Dick stepped forward while Barbara crossed her arms, and he realized they were going to try to talk to him. The very last thing that he wanted.
"Jason, I'm sorry. I am. I was an absolute asshole to you and you didn't deserve anything that I said to you," Dick started, sounding like he was reciting a speech rather than an apology. Jason closed his eyes for a moment before he stood up abruptly.
He turned around to look at both of them, and Barbara pitched in her own two cents. "It's become an issue, Jason. If you can't work with others, you're going to be put on hold with the Team." And there was the stick to make him eat shit.
"Good," Jason snapped, glaring at the two of them. He wasn't sure if he meant that, but he said it so it was too late to take it back. "The less I have to deal with all of you, the better."
Dick actually looked confused about that, as if he had absolutely no clue why Jason was pissed at him. At all of the heroes on the Team except a very select few. "You treated me like shit for like two years, Dickhead. So all of your friends did too. And that's whatever, I couldn't give less of a shit if I tried." Jason lied, making Dick fall silent.
"Then, all of a sudden, you change your tune. You want to do brothers shit and whatever. And all of a fuckin' sudden, your friends are suddenly cool with me," Jason told him, and that's what got him. "I'm not interested in holding hands, singing songs, and making BFF bracelets with a bunch of two-faced pussies that don't have a single original thought in their goddamn head." That got you killed in the streets.
It rubbed him wrong in all the wrong ways. It reminded him of people who would look you in the face and smile, and the moment you turned your back, they took your shit. Or jumped you. On the streets, trust was worth more than gold. If all the heroes on the Team decided that they didn't like him for whatever fucking reason, then fine. Whatever. It sucked, but he wasn't a hero to be liked by others. But they didn't like him for reasons that Jason couldn't accept -- they didn't like him because Dick didn't like him.
"They're a bunch of sheep. It's fucking pathetic," Jason finished harshly. "So, I can't be bothered to deal with them. They don't want to work with me? All the better. Now, I'm fucking off. Leave me the hell alone," he added, leaving silence in his wake as he marched to a batcycle, jumped on, and peeled out.
He made it to the end of the tunnel before he slapped on a domino mask since he was dressed in casual clothes. For him. None of that brand name garbage, but proper bargain bin clothing. Nothing that wouldn't look out of place on the streets in East End. It was only when he was hit with a wall of ice-cold air that he realized that he was fuming mad. That shit just got under his skin like nothing else.
Thankfully, they weren't trying to follow him. Barbara could probably track him if she wanted, but she wouldn't. She seemed to get it when he wanted space. And when he wasn't interested in having a conversation about feelings and all that other shit. Not like Dickhead. Thank God that Alfie hadn't been in the cave, or that conversation would have ended up happening.
It was just… what in the hell would it take to get them to leave him alone? Dick suddenly wanted to be brothers and whatever all of a sudden? What happened when he decides that he doesn't like the street trash in his colors after getting to know him? Any friends he made would flip on him in a heartbeat.
That's how it worked on the streets. In gangs. Either you were cool with the guys at the top, or you were cool with no one. Dickhead was at the top of the social hierarchy. Who he said was out, was out. Just like how he said who was in, was in. Dick changed his mind once before. What was stopping him from changing his mind again? Why would Jason put himself in that situation?
Despite knowing that he shouldn't, Jason found himself heading towards 7th Heaven. The bike was parked in a safe house -- one of many dotted around the city. Between his safe houses and B's, there was one on every block. He tore off his domino mask, stuffing it inside of his pockets as he did the same with his hands in his baggy red hoodie. The metro tunnel was crowded, but it was easy enough to pick the guards.
They watched everyone, well over a dozen of them. Each were packing heat. A dozen guards meant to surround the enemy, cutting off all thoughts of escape. Jason saw it in action when the gangbangers tried to stride into 7th Heaven, only to realize they were fucked from the front and back. They thought they had a chance with Tifa, but she beat the lot of them down hard.
"Saint Vergil is back," one of the guards informed him when he edged near the metro tunnel. That got Jason's attention as he offered a thankful nod. "So, self-defense lessons are probably going to be on hold for the day." The guard next to him snorted at the implication. People loved to gossip.
Jason scowled, filing the information away, "Thanks," he said, a bit too curtly because the second guard started laughing to himself when Jason hopped down into the tunnel. What an absolute dick. Pushing his annoyance to the side, he made his way through the tunnels. As he neared, he saw a group waiting at the entrance -- some didn't want to risk the train before leaving and others were entering.
He soaked in the sounds, sights, and smells. Vergil was dumping serious money into the place. Expanding it -- the tunnel was just the start, but now the ledge of the platform had been carved into stairs. Everything was clean, enough to shine in the light. The meal area looked nice, from behind the counter to the tables and chairs that people were eating at. Warm clothes were being handed out, food was free…
This place was too damn good to be real. Which is why he'd spent the past few weeks investigating it, drawn to it based on the rumors that it was either an organ harvesting or human trafficking operation. That suspicion had been heightened when he learned who was running this place, but there wasn't any evidence to support that this place wasn't just a highly illegal homeless shelter.
And that was what gave him pause.
"Until winter ends," Jason said as his gaze slid over the people. Revy sat at the bar, an Asian girl around his age sitting next to her. Next to her were crutches and a folded up wheelchair. Bandages were on her legs. Probably injured and brought here during the gang war, which was just another reason that this place had to stay open.
Lowtown was the only place where those with nowhere to go could be safe. It was illegal. The city would be furious about all the stolen electricity and water, but the city could get fucked for all Jason cared.
So, until winter ended, this place needed to keep running.
But it was a question of if Vergil should stay in charge. He was the one that funded the place. That much was true. But, Tifa ran it and she would be able to keep it together. For a time, at least. To that end, Jason flipped up his hood and used the action to disguise the fact that he had put an earbud in. One that was connected to a bug in Vergil's room.
"-ip?" Tifa finished a question and Jason heard Vergil sigh as it sounded like he took a seat on his bed.
"We got attacked by ninjas. And the god of cocaine is real. And I apparently have a central role in a cocaine based religion, so…" Vergil answered, making Jason's eyes narrowed into slits. That sounded like it needed investigating. "I'm serious. They were after the girl -- she's the kid of their leader of twenty ninjas or so. And they were proper ninjas -- they did the whole vanishing trick like it was no tomorrow. Nothing I threw at them really did anything."
"Is that what happened to her? Did they shoot her?" Tifa questioned, sounding worried.
"Er.."
"Vergil?" There was an edge to her tone.
"I shot her to save her life. The god of cocaine didn't discriminate. He liked me because I put him in contact with Snowflame -- he straight up got possessed, then started slinging cocaine-fueled fire everywhere. She was going to attack him, so I shot her in the legs. Then I jumped on her -- since I'm something of a prophet, I figured I wouldn't get burned." Vergil explained, making Jason's lips thin as he glanced at the girl that fit the description.
Asian, black hair and eyes, slim build underneath a heavy jacket. She looked around, watching people, but said nothing to anyone. Even when it seemed that Revy was speaking to her.
That was… annoying, but it also had implications. The groups of ninjas that Jason had dealt with were rather long, so it might not be the League of Shadows. But it could be. Then there was the whole… god business. That was probably a lack of understanding of supernatural elements, but also a possibility.
"Vergil…" Tifa sighed, sounding like she sat next to him. "I thought you said you'd be safe?"
"It wasn't like I was planning on fighting ninjas or meeting a god. And I couldn't just hand the girl over. She's covered from head to toe in scars, Tifa. She can't speak at all because she doesn't understand any language. There's no way I was just handing her over to that…" Vergil trailed off, realizing that he was getting worked up so he stopped himself.
"I'm glad you didn't, Vergil. I just really don't like the idea of you being in danger when I can't see you. First a hurricane, now ninjas and gods the moment I let you go off on your own?" Tifa pointed out, earning a small chuckle.
"I'm betting that's not what you were imagining when we agreed that we were in this together," Vergil responded in a flirty tone. Tifa let out a small laugh at that.
"No, it wasn't, but I'm not complaining. I could use a proper fight after so long… but are you sure that she'll be safe here?" She questioned, her tone grim. Again, Jason's eyes slid to the girl in question. She was looking at Revy, but with the new information he had, he looked at her in a new light. Trying to compare her features to any ninjas he had fought, but he needed a better angle to see her face.
There was a small beat of silence before Vergil answered. "I don't think they know she's here, but I'm not going to take chances. Our security is getting beefed up. Big time. A flea won't be able to get in this place without us knowing about it. She'll be able to heal up here, and then she can decide what she wants."
He would need a backdoor in the security system. And details of said security. Jason needed to get in and out as easily as possible.
"I'm helping her learn sign language -- well, more that we're learning together. She seems to understand it better than words," Vergil added before there was a pause. "What was that for?" He asked, his tone low.
What was what- oh.
"Just glad you're being you, Saint Vergil," Tifa answered in a teasing tone. Vergil groaned in response. "I like the nickname! All of this started because of your bleeding heart. Don't pay any attention to Revy, I think it's a good thing."
Vergil sighed, "I'm anything but a saint Tifa. I'm anything but-" Jason stopped listening when he felt a hand grab the back of his hood. It was a struggle to suppress his natural reaction to lash out, assuming that his cover had been blown. Instead, he whipped around to see it was the girl, standing as if nothing was wrong with Revy right behind her. The Asian girl looked at him blankly with a small frown on her face. Revy, on the other hand, looked at him with wide eyes.
Then a smirk.
"Jason Todd," she said, making Jason go still. His cover had been blown, just not the identity he had assumed. Revy took a step forward and threw an arm over his shoulder, "What is a kid like you doing in a place like this?"
Right. This was about to get… interesting…
…
"-. I mean…" The nickname rang so hollow after everything I've done. Intentions be damned. I.. I did the smart thing as often as I could, but the right thing and the smart thing were so very often on opposite ends of the spectrum.
Tifa lost her flirty smile and her expression became far more grave. "I… I know, Vergil," she said, reaching out to take my hand. She gave it a tight squeeze when I met her gaze. "I… I know." She stressed the word, and I knew exactly what she was talking about. She wasn't talking about the guys we killed or the drugs.
She was talking about the prisoners. The men that I executed.
I was silent for a moment. We… there hadn't been a discussion about that between us. Tifa never said what we should do with them, but I knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to let them go. And I… I didn't take that risk. And, after they were gone… she never said anything about them. She didn't thank me for releasing them. She didn't damn me for murdering them. She just didn't say anything about them at all. Until now, that is.
I figured she had suspected as much. I just didn't want to ask.
"I didn't want to do it. I… I don't want to do a lot of the things I'm doing. But… this place is worth it." It was an excuse. Just a justification. I had tried to think of a different way -- blackmailing them, giving them tickets out of the city, but… killing them was the only way to make sure. The only way. So, I killed them. "I wish I didn't have to do that. I do. I… just… wish I didn't have to do that."
Tifa held on to my hand, "I know you, Vergil. I know you didn't want to. And I know why you left me out of it. I wouldn't… I wouldn't have been able to do that. I know everything that you do is for this place. For Jack and the others. For me." Her tone was low, just above a whisper. My head hung low -- my guilty conscience was really weighing me down. "But, I don't blame you for what you did. I'm not angry or disappointed- I… I also just… wish you didn't have to do that."
It was like the deed was so damn unclean that neither of us could say the words out loud. But I ignored that at receiving what I didn't expect -- it maybe wasn't absolution, but it wasn't condemnation either.
Tifa reached out, her fingertips brushing over an unshaven cheek. Her reddish-brown eyes were warm. I thought she would look at me differently when she knew the truth. That's what I had been afraid of. That…
I had crossed the line before, but never like that. And I didn't regret it. Not in the ways that mattered. If I had a second chance to do it all over again, I'd do it again in a heartbeat because it was the smart option. I just wished that the smart and the right thing to do were both the same thing.
Tifa leaned in to kiss me, her lips were soft and tasted of oranges. My hands went to bring her in close, but she pulled back as she shifted away from me. A jolt of fear running through me, but both were eased when she offered a gentle smile. "I had things all planned out for your return home, but I guess we'll do things here."
"Here?" I questioned, a sneaking suspicion was confirmed when Tifa pulled a condom from her skirt waistline. I looked around us, "Here? Are you sure?" I questioned, wanting her to say yes, but thinking that she should say no. My bedroom wasn't exactly… the kind of place you wanted to gave sex in. Fooling around, sure, but not the first time you have sex together.
Tifa leaned in to kiss away my concerns. My cock swelled in my pants, making them tighten, only for that pressure to be released when Tifa’s hands went to my pants button and zipper. Her lips moved against mine, and as she pulled my cock from my pants, my hands went to her shirt. Her tank top was gone, replaced with a long sleeve, and when I pulled it off I saw a black bra that cupped her full breasts. There was a clasp between her breasts, disguised as a small bow, which I undid.
She shrugged off her bra as her hands ran over my length, feeling as if we were picking up from where we left off the first time. My hands dipped to her breasts, running my hands over her smooth skin before my fingers landed on her pebbled nipples. My thumbs ran over them, earning an encouraging moan. As I familiarized myself with Tifa’s body, Tifa’s lips moved away from my lips. She kissed a cheek, then my neck, and made her way further down as she slid off of my lap.
With the utmost reluctance, I let go of her breasts as she took a position between my legs. The sight of it was seared into my mind as Tifa grabbed hold of my cock, bringing it tantalizingly close to her face, her breath hitting the underside. She lingered, a slight smile on her face(,) and it told me she knew exactly what she was doing to me. One of my hands went out to caress her cheek, which she nuzzled for a moment before her hands began to glide over my dick. Just enough to tug at the skin, but they ghosted over the surface.
My breathing nearly hitched when Tifa leaned in to plant a kiss at the base of the crown of my dick. A low sigh escaped me as I seemed to melt against my bed, the back of the seat propping me up so I could watch Tifa. She kissed down my length, her gaze never leaving mine. When she reached the base, she opened her mouth and dragged her tongue back up the length, and that earned a small moan from me. When Tifa reached the top, I saw that her grin had grown.
“You are too damn perfect,” I told her. To my shame, it already felt like I was going to blow -- more from the fact that it was Tifa licking at my dick than the actual contact. She laughed in response, giving me a cheeky smile. “I mean it. I’ve told you before, but you are way too good for me.”
A pointer finger ghosted over my dick as she looked at me, “I think that’s for me to decide,” she responded. “So, just lean back and enjoy this. Let me take care of you for a change,” Tifa said, her breath tickling the bottom of my cock that was slick with her spit. With that, her head dipped down, her lips dragging down the edge of my dick, lubing it up while a hand went to fondle my balls.
She said that, but it was hard to relax. If I did, then I would cum pretty much instantly. My cock throbbed, and she seemed to understand I was already close because she went torturously slow. I couldn’t complain, though. I was just mesmerized by the sight of her lapping at my length, coating it in spit, but never quite taking it in her mouth. Her lips were soft, her tongue wet -- and it was only when my dick was thoroughly shining in the low light that I realized she hadn’t intended to give me a blowjob.
Tifa reached down to her breasts, cupping them before she enveloped my cock in them. I knew I had an above-average sized dick, but it felt woefully inadequate when it practically vanished in her cleavage. Her breasts were spongy. It was the only way I could think to describe the sensation. Her breasts were soft, but firm enough that there was some pushback. The tip of my dick managed to peek out between her squished together breasts, her rosy pink nipples pointed at me.
She laughed and I felt it rumbled through her chest, “Wow. That’s an expression,” Tifa teased and I knew I must look absolutely gobsmacked. This barely felt real.
“You’re incredible,” I told her, wanting to lean down for a kiss, but I wasn’t anywhere near flexible enough. So, I settled for placing a hand on her cheek, a thumb tracing her flushed lips. Tifa leaned into my touch.
“I would save your compliments until after. Don’t want you to end up repeating yourself,” she told me with radiating confidence, and as far as I was concerned, she was unquestionably the most beautiful woman on the planet. “But, if you wind up speechless, then I’m okay with that too.” To drive that point home, Tifa began to move.
Her breasts rose, covering the crown of my penis, the action smoothed with the spit acting as lube. Then she moved her breasts down, her body shifting to accommodate the action. Honestly, a boobjob didn’t feel like I thought it would. Not in a bad way, just different. It felt a bit like a handjob, only with less pressure in exchange for softness. And one hell of a view.
As my dickhead poked between her cleavage, Tifa broke eye contact to take the tip of it in her mouth. Her warm tongue circled the tip, making my cock throb as her breasts continued to smother my length. Her head bobbed, her breasts and mouth working in unison. My hands clenched at my sides, my dick throbbing as a coil of tension in my balls started to wind tight.
I wanted to make it last as long as possible, so I looked away from the sight. Not watching her go down on me helped some, but then I could only focus on the sounds she made as she lapped at my dick. The sounds her breasts made as they massaged my length. It seemed to make the sensations that much sharper. Closing my eyes didn’t help so I looked up at the ceiling, feeling that coil of tension build up tighter and tighter.
“Tifa, I’m about to cum,” I warned her, looking back down at her. Her lips were latched around my cock head, and she seemed to lavish more attention onto it in response. Her movement began to speed up, coaxing the orgasm out of me. I tried to fight it off, and this time if there was an opening in the Green Lanterns in this sector, I would have definitely earned a power ring, but everyone had limits and I hit mine. “I’m cumming!” I warned with a hiss, feeling myself become undone.
I came with force, enough that I actually went light-headed as I leaned back, drinking in the sight of Tifa. Instead of letting it fill her mouth, or landing on her face, Tifa pulled up a bit so I came on her chest. My balls clenched hard, and it was like they were convinced that this would be my only orgasm for the rest of my life, so they tried to shoot it all in one go. White cum spilled up from her cleavage while she hummed with a content look on her face.
“It’s so hot, Vergil,” Tifa muttered to me as my cock continued to throb. “And it’s so much!” She added with a breathy laugh as a drop began to drip down one of her boobs. I just groaned in response, and she was right about making me speechless. I couldn’t say anything when she pulled back, my dick covered in spit and cum.
When she let her breasts go, I saw that her cleavage was covered in cum. A lot of it. I really should masturbate more.
“It looks like you’ve missed me,” Tifa said, giving the cum a curious touch. A finger went to the drop that was lazily traveling down her boob, wiping it up. She met my gaze and very pointedly, she put the finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. My cock started to wilt, thinking its job was done, but it wasn’t down for the count.
But, before I could say a word in response, the curtain was pulled open. Revy stood on the other side, her face set into an annoyed scowl that didn’t let up even when she saw that I was half-naked.
“Vergil, we have a problem,” she told me, her voice firm.
I…
If someone wasn’t already dead, then they fucking would be.
“What’s the issue?” I asked, knowing that this moment of peace was at an end. Tifa looked up at Revy, her hands cupping her breasts to preserve her modesty while I went to tuck my dick back into my pants, only to still when I heard the answer.
“Jason Todd is here, and I’m pretty sure Dick Grayson is too.”
