Damian thought he had the members of this new "red hood gang" on the run, until he was hit with some kind of taser gun that took the boy wonder down. He awoke to the smell of cooking and the sight of a familiar face.
"Todd? What are you doing here?" he asked. His use of Jason's last name was an distancing measure; Damian was guarded around others. Bruce had understood that part of him; it may have been the clearest evidence that this Robin was son of the Batman.
"You're in my house, chief. You actually got your a-- your butt handed to you," Jason said.
"I find that hard to believe," Damian responded, sitting up on the couch with the blanket still wrapped around him. "Is she okay?" he asked after a moment, referring to the woman he'd been trying to save.
"She got away, if that's what you mean."
"Good." Jason served him the food he'd been cooking, and Damian asked, "Where's my suit?" Under the blanket, he was only wearing his underpants.
"It's hanging up in the other room," Jason said, sitting down beside the boy. He was twice Damian's size, and he wondered how a boy that small fought crime. Jason had done the same, when he was Robin, but he still couldn't quite fathom how he'd survived without the additional mass and skill he now wielded as the Red Hood.
Jason had never quite understood this kid, who had been reared by a ninja mother and had an arrogant streak that only barely exceeded his fighting skill. "How are you doing with this whole Bruce disappearing thing?"
"What is that, sympathy?" the boy asked, rising to a high-pitched prepubescent snarl. Clearly, Damian was having none of it, and reminded Jason that he himself had tried to kill Damian's father. However, his attitude changed when Jason indicated it was time to be driven back to Wayne Manor. He cast about for excuses to stay the night, and finally Jason relented.
"Fine, fine," he said with exasperation, "but you stay on the couch. I have a one-person bed, and I'm the person, you got it?"
"Negotiable," Damian replied.
"No," Jason said.
"Deal," Damian said, but he didn't mean it. Everything is negotiable, his mother had taught him. Jason tossed Damian a pillow and turned out the lights, and the boy found himself thinking about Jason, the second person to wear the Robin colors which were now his own, and about the fact that Jason had removed those very colors from Damian's unconscious form. Probably just to inspect my body for injury, the boy thought, his imagination turning to Jason's broad hands roaming his near-naked body searching for flaws. Despite the blanket he felt a chill creep over him, a tingle on his skin that commanded his attention.
Jason's work as the Red Hood kept him from getting close to people, but as he drifted off to sleep he pondered the fact that Damian was perhaps the most distant of the Robins. He wondered if there was any way to get the boy to open up. Connection is important, and making the attempt would probably be good for them both, he thought. It's not like having a kid around would impede his sex life; wearing the hood was more than enough on that score. Thoughts of the boy followed him into sleep.
In the dream, a lover lay upon him, and he clutched a firm ass as they gently rubbed their bodies together. It was erotic, the naked bodies together, but the intimacy of the contact was more important than the eventual release. His mind was awash with feelings as he caressed up his lover's back to clutch the head that was now nuzzling in the hollow of his shoulder. The hair was short and soft, and Jason dimly wondered who he was dreaming about as he began to awaken.
"Damian, what?"
"Shh," the boy said. "Just hold me, please."
Jason began to protest, but felt a finger across his lips even as a small hand clutched his cock. He groaned instead, becoming hyper-aware of the boy's body that was against him. Damian was radiating heat, and Jason could feel the muscles of the boy's chest and legs, as well as the spongy tissue--anything but soft--moving back and forth slightly against his own abdomen. Jason's hand was still holding onto the boy's ass cheek, and he realized he was squeezing and caressing it, his roaming fingers detecting no hair, even in the place in between.
The boy's hand released Jason's member as he moved to rub their cocks together. Damian bent a knee, giving Jason more access. The Red Hood gently probed until he felt the muscle--as tight and toned as any on the 12-year-old's hardened form--flex against the finger. "We shouldn't," he said with a groan.
"Don't be ridiculous," Damian whispered in his ear. "We both know you need this." He nuzzled his face into the hollow of Jason's shoulder, lips grazing a knife scar that the boy recalled had come from a fight with some of the Joker's goons, when Jason was still wearing the Robin outfit now hanging in the closet. That was before the Joker had killed Jason, and he'd returned from the grave for vengeance as the Red Hood. Damian felt a surge of lust course through him, and flexed his anus against Jason's finger.
It really had been a long time since Jason had had a lover; he rarely even had the time and energy to jerk off. His body reminded him how much it needed human touch, it reveled in the surprisingly gentle hands and mouth of the son of the Batman. Was the boy trained in these arts as well, or was Jason really just that horny? As Damian's face trailed down Jason's chest, Jason spent less time thinking and more time groaning. As the boy's mouth reached navel level, though, he spun around and made his own needs clear. Damian's hard penis poked blindly around the head of the Red Hood, announcing that he was no servant, and expected something in return.
Jason sucked his own middle finger, which then sought out the tight hole with which it had been toying so recently. He probed gently, but once he made contact Damian backed onto it, taking the adult finger to the first knuckle. At the same time, Jason felt the boy engulf more of his cock, sliding it down the young, wet throat. He steeled himself: was he ready to suck a cock? I'm the Red Hood, trained by Batman himself, he thought--of course I'm ready! He had no difficulty seeking it out in the dim light; it could have poked his eye out it was so hard. Once lips touched tip, the scion of Ra's al Ghul sheathed his sword in the Red Hood's throat with a single thrust. Years of breathing exercises kept Jason from gagging, but barely: the penis was a lot smaller than his own, and he hadn't expected it would hit the back of his throat like that. Damian seemed eager to be pleased. The aroma of boyish lust sent the elder hero into paroxysms of desire, and he became so focused on servicing the young cock in his mouth that he nearly fell into a trance. The penis thrusts into his gullet became synchronized with the finger that was fucking the nearby ass, now past the second knuckle.
Damian stopped sucking--Jason had been so intent that he'd lost track of the fact that this was a 69 at all--long enough to say, "use two fingers to go deeper." Jason made room in his mouth to wet the index, and slowly inserted both as he went back to pleasuring the boy wonder's boy wonder. The boy's hole drew them both in, and then his hand made it clear that Jason should add a third. With his other hand, Jason began blindly reaching for the bed stand. All doubt was cleared away by desire, and now he wanted to be up to his balls in this boy.
After several minutes of senseless fumbling, Damian pulled off and also out to say, "Are you looking for this?" Jason felt it being pressed into his hand: the tube of lube that had been gathering dust for a very long time. "I guess that means you're ready," Damian said, sitting up. "Here, let me." He took back the tube and soon Jason felt the coolness of the lubrication running up and down his cock. Damian then addressed his own back door before sliding atop his occasional mentor.
"You're sure?" Jason whispered.
"You need this, and so do I," the boy said. "Now shut up and let me concentrate." Jason used all of his mental discipline to remain still while Damian rubbed himself over the cock head that desperately wanted to be deep in that juvenile ass. It was a much nicer sort of torture than many the man had endured, but it was maddening to feel that butt open up and slowly swallow cock without thrusting, even a little. Jason Todd understood that real men can handle stillness, and only a child fucks without regard to one's partner, whether it's in ass or pussy or mouth. The one receiving must always be the one in charge, which actually feels much better than screwing like a self-absorbed jerk might.
It was obvious that Damian was using all of his ninja training as he bore down. The boy's breathing was slow and steady, and Jason could feel the young body slowly and steadily engulfing his own penis. By the time Jason's head was fully inside the boy, it was obvious that Damian had incredible muscle tone and control inside, as well as out. Even as Damian lowered himself onto the adult cock with excruciating slowness, Jason could detect tightening and relaxing of anal muscles around his erection that gave him feelings like he'd never experienced with a lover before.
A groan that sounded like discomfort, and Jason tried to pull out but was stopped by steel-strong thighs. "I don't want to hurt you," he said.
Gallows laughter of a boy soprano rang out. "As if you could. I can handle a real man; you are not a problem. Now hold still and let me get to work."
Resigned, Jason followed orders. Damian squatted above, feeding the man's cock into an impossibly tight ass. At the moment, he was sliding up and down no more than half an inch in either direction, but after a few minutes it was clear that it was more like half an inch up, followed by nine-sixteenths of an inch on the down-stroke. Jason reached out to cup the boy's balls, which had a satisfying and impressive weight for a child this small, and then curled fingers around his own cock to feel it slowly being consumed by the boy's ass. Damian allowed this at first, but eventually slapped the hand aside to make room for the final descent. As he took in the final inches, Damian leaned forward, putting his knees on the mattress and curling into Jason. They sat still like that in the darkness for exquisite moments, their heartbeats as intermingled as their bodies.
Then, Damian kissed Jason deeply and said, "Fuck me, and don't be a sissy about it. I'm the son of the Batman. I can take anything you've got."
Jason understood that Damian was also grandson of Ra's al Ghul, and wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Giving in to his fate, Jason pulled out until he could feel Damian's ass clenching just behind the cock head, and slid back in with one motion that had him seeing stars. Damian exhaled forcefully onto Jason's neck, and Jason pulled the boy close as he continued to thrust, with increasing speed.
Damian growled into Jason's ear, "Are you gonna breed me like a man, or what?" The boy's bravado was impressive, but the words were uttered in between thrusts that were clearly being felt deeply. Jason ran his fingers over Damian's back and up his front, taking in every hairless, muscled inch of the 12-year-old's body. Pushing aside an errant thought of the Batman, the Red Hood instead parked his own batmobile in the boy's bat cave to unload its cargo.
"Jesus," Jason said.
Damian only moaned in return, and Jason felt a sticky spatter across his own abs as the boy's ass milked every last sperm from the Red Hood's cock. "That's better," Damian said, settling his lithe little body onto the man's chest. Jason felt his dick shrink in Damian's warmth as they lay together, and then slide out entirely.
In an instant, Damian was on his feet and grabbing two towels from the nearby hamper. Tossing one the Jason, Damian said, "I'll sleep on the couch tonight," as he wiped himself. Tossing the towel back in the hamper, he turned and walked out the room. Jason watched the boy's backside by streetlight.
If you enjoyed the preceding work of fiction, please consider donating to Nifty. Every dollar goes a long way.
I am delighted to be listed as a prolific net author; you can find a current list of my Nifty contributions by visiting https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#paternalwatcher.