#♤ red hood thread

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where: utp | when: night time | whom: open to all

Jason leans against his motorcycle, scanning the dark streets and otherwise being bored. He really should just drive around and see what pops up, but he's really not in the mood.

He sighs when he hears something from the alley behind him.

"Your stealth really needs some improvement," he calls without looking back. "I can hear you even in this bucket."

He taps his red helmet, emphasizing his point.

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"I could blow something up for ya," Jason offers. "Give me twenty minutes and make sure Bat stays off my ass."

He snickers, then pulls out a knife just to flip around in his hand.

"I'm down. Whatcha thinking, Nightie-wing."

"I'm waiting for someone to blow up a building in the name of comedy or something." Dick shrugs his broad shoulders. Though he certainly wouldn't mind if nothing exploded. At worst they would have to contend with the Mad Hatter or Riddler doing something obnoxious. Anything was better than being bored. "We could always head back to the mansion. I've been wanting to watch something spooky, and who better to watch it with?" He pats Jason on his solid thigh.

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where: batcave | when: after patrols | whom: @spangledmen Bruce

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Jason moans, hands and knees aching from the hard floor of the Batcave. They'd both been here for hours since patrols had officially ended. Bruce hadn't been impressed with some of Jason's work though that's nothing new.

And now Jason is getting fucked in the middle of the Batcave, both of them only just stripped from their uniforms. Jason almost wishes Bruce had left the Bat-suit on.

But bad boys don't get to choose how they're fucked.

"Fuck, Bruce! Harder."

Well, maybe they can beg.

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where: kori's apartment | when: utp | whom: @superesque Kori

Jason knocks on the apartment door with a self assured swagger. He knows Dick is out of town so the hot alien that resides here is definitely free. The batboys have been known to share but seeing Jason have sex with some lovers pisses Dick off in a way that just brings a smile to Jason's face. Especially when Dick decides to get his revenge the next time he and Jason are alone together.

But today isn't about Dick. Yet.

Today is about the man he hasn't seen in a long while.

"Kori," he purrs when the door opens.

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where: wayne manor tim's bedroom | when: early morning | whom: @thirdrcbin Tim

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Jason slams Tim face first against the bedroom door.

"You just love teasing me, don't you, 3.0?"

They're naked and still sweaty and gross after a long night of patrols and crime fighting. Jason hadn't even bothered pretending to head to his room. The little shit deserves everyone knowing just what is about to happen.

"Well, don't start anything you can't finish," Jason growls, pinning Tim to the wood as he shoves his dick into Tim. No lube, no prep, just slamming straight in and fucking him hard.

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Jason's been slowly familiarizing himself with the new race of people dubbed "mutants," which sounds kinda harsh, but apparently, that's their own term for it, so he's not gonna fight it. Hed heard of this mutant friendly beach and thought it would be fun to scope out the people. See the extent of their mutations as well as find some exciting bed partners. Spikes definitely aren't a turn off.

And neither are wings. The guy in comically short shorts and wings that would make a Renaissance artist jizz their pants is admittedly really hot. Jason lays out, propped up on his elbows, and watches the guy sit next to him.

"Yeah," Jason replies, letting his gaze wander over the smooth skin and beautiful wings. "Nice to actually get out in the sun. Gotta build my sexy tan up again."

He makes eye contact and licks his lips with a smirk.

"How about you? You looking to get some color?"

open starter. beach, who knows where - genosha? does that exist? just sexy vibes.

the warm golden hues of the sun only made the angelic boy even more pristine as his blonde hair seemed to highlight further and the outstretched wings glistened from the bit of water he had splashed on them prior. the salty scent of the air was heavy and it made him stretch to take a heavy breath, grinning as his bare chest flexed in the meantime. he wasn't a bird but fuck if he didn't have a mating call.. the goal was simple; find someone likeminded, go somewhere private, go home, just go because the tiny shorts he wore to the beach were advertising enough as it was. he has a glimmer, when warren catches a pair of eyes on him and his blue stays to linger, looking for an invite but taking it upon himself to make the few steps over. everyone had to stare, even as he folded his wings up, because it wasn't every day you saw a winged man on the beach sit next to a beauty. "fuckin' lovely out, huh?"

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He's got a point, but Jason can't fight that. Of all the villains he could fight, Ivy is fun but not ideal for future dealings.

"I'm having Oracle check what his deal is, and if it gets back that he's an absolute piece of shit, I'll escort you myself. Course, I can't let you kill him, but you can knock him around until we get him to give up info to fix what he's done. That sound good to you?"

He crosses his arms, waiting to see how Ivy reacts.

when jason is the one that comes out of nowhere, poison ivy still doesn't relax fully. it might not be the batman, but it's still someone that he has to worry about. paying close attention to his movements. 

“if you were sorry, you wouldn't have interrupted me.” 

a simple statement that they think to be true. “and what if i say he was? will you help me chase him down again or would you just stand in my way?” 

brows raise up in unison, wondering how much they could get away with. 

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Jason smirks and licks his lips, tongue brushing Tim's finger.

"Fine, please, little bird, suck me off."

He reaches a hand up to grab Tim by the hair. He adds some pressure, not enough to force Tim down but definitely enough to show he means it.

he enjoyed begging as much as the next guy, but he wasn't particularly into it. seeing jason todd begging? seeing the previous, buffer robing begging? now that was something he was into. teasing and messing with jason was an important hobby to tim. "seeing you beg? that's absolutely what i want, jasey." the red robin hummer, thumb moving to stroke over the older robin's lower lip, eyes never leaving his.

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Jason sighs as he zips up and flushes the surprisingly clean toilet. The place may not care if their clientele is savory but they manage to keep their restrooms clean as fuck.

He steps out of the stall and walks up to the sink, glancing at the other guy washing his hands. Then Jason gives him a second look because damn. That's a fine ass man. He's already gotten the intel he'd come here for so maybe he can have fun for the rest of his night. Bruce isn't expecting him back in Gotham until Monday anyway.

"What's a beauty like you, doing in a dump like this?" He starts to slowly and thoroughly wash his hands, taking care to show off how long his fingers are.

◈ Location: nightclub (night) ◈

closed: @masked-sluts

A half smile manifested on the mutant’s lips as he slightly made his way past a small crowd. The moment there was some considerable distance made, Elijah sighed and rolled his eyes. The particular group made him audaciously turn his nose up at them. His tenure with the Hellfire Club made him far from a stranger when it pertained to wild parties. However, even then there was some sort of…decorum, so to speak, when it pertained to the invited guests. He happened to have stumbled upon a party tonight after receiving a unique invitation. Despite the short time he’d been here, he already worked his abilities and deciphered some of the crowd, realizing how degenerate some of these people truly were.

The host who threw all this together seemed to have the bright idea of enmeshing classy with trashy tonight. Eljiah initially came out of boredom, wanting to temporarily evade responsibilities at the school and siphoning resenting thoughts from some of the students. He needed a break. He was able to move about and find the bathroom, his aimed destination. The man sashayed inside, immediately positioning himself in front of the mirror. He sighed once more and lowly chuckled to himself. It was towards the thought of him washing his hands as some sort of metaphorical way to cleanse the dirtiness from the low-rate minds he invaded tonight.

His piercing eyes looked up to the mirror as he gazed at his own reflection. That moment was quickly interrupted as he heard the sound of one of the stalls unlocking behind him. Instead of fully turning, he only slightly trailed his eyes towards it through the mirror. He awaited to get a visual of the culprit who intervened into his moment.

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Jason scowls, though he knows Tim won't see it.

"When have I openly admitted to wanting your company?"

He turns and actually faces Tim in his whole Red Robin get up. Trying so hard to be like Batman. It's almost adorable if Jason didn't think it was so tragic.

"How was Penguin? Bet he didn't appreciate the extra company."

letting out a loud, overly dramatic gasp, tim's hand clutched his chest where his heart was, feigning hurt. "you think i'm trouble, jaybird? WOW, i'm heartbroken!" he pouted, spinning his bostaff around as jason batted it away, letting the bottom of it touch the ground. he'd just finished clearing out the penguins thugs from a warehouse down the street and thought he'd come annoy give jason company. "and here i thought you'd want my amazing company!"

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Jason chuckles and shakes his head.

"You're hot, sweet thing, I'm not gonna lie, but I'm gonna need a little more than that. You tell me what you want, and I'll decide how we go from strangers to friends."

He steps closer, showing that he's not feeling hostile to the guy. More just testing his boundaries.

"Well...you're in luck considering I'm the one offering," Montrez slyly responded. Despite the fact he couldn't see the others face, he did begin to get a slight whiff of the man's pheromones, due to being in close proximity and being able to pick up on it from the breath he used to speak, even from behind the mask. Even with just this tiny reading, he deduced the potent aura from the other. It especially amplified when he crossed his arms to show off more of his frame. Maybe trying to get some answers would be more interesting than he initially figured.

He shrugged a bit, "Mm I might. Although I'd rather prefer we become less of strangers to one another first," Montrez figured he'd get a clearer look when and if the man decided to remove his headgear.

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Jason bats away Tim's bostaff. Of course it's Tim. who else would be out here to annoy him like this?

"Not really looking but it seems to find me. I mean look at you."

He smirks though he knows Tim can't see it. That's one good this about this helmet. Makes it a bit harder for his perceptive family to see his expressions and know what he's thinking without him just telling them.

"maybe i wasn't trying to be stealth, jay-jay, ever think about that?" the younger robin asked with a hum, giving jason a tap on the helmet with his staff. he knew fully well that out of all the robin's and the batfam, that he was probably the stealthiest out of the lot. "we both know if i wanted to be sneak up on you, you'd never hear me coming." tim told the elder in a teasing tone, shooting him a wink. "you out here looking for trouble?"

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Jason snorts and drops next to Dick on the building's edge.

"Doubt it. We couldn't be that lucky, could we? Not with all of us on patrol."

Jason raises his hands to pull his helmet off, revealing his still masked face.

"Shit only happens when we're short on man-power. Or if Bats grounds us."

location: gotham city

beneath dick, the entirety of gotham city stretched out before him like a glittering neon ocean. it was beautiful. almost pretty enough to make him forget that he had thwarted a human trafficking ring an hour prior. having earned a moment of respite he sat on the edge of a building, kicking his feet while sipping from an iced coffee. tonight was surprisingly slow. with the sudden influx of heroes, crime had gone down significantly. that should have been a relief, but dick thought otherwise. if there were too many cooks in the kitchen, how would he ever get any work done? dick didn't want to lose his edge. he had spent all of his life perfecting the art of crime-fighting and enjoyed fighting the good fight. bruce would have admonished him, telling him that it was perfectly normal to relax. but bruce should have known better. his protege was a showman and thrived in the spotlight. when another joins him on the rooftop he has no reason to believe its a civilian. so without regarding the other he speaks, "you bored, too?" dick pats the spot beside him. "join the club. if we wait around long enough something interesting might happen." that was true enough in gotham city where evil was always lurking.

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Jason turns to look around and is glad his helmet hides his face because he definitely couldn't hide his surprised and interested expression he gets looking at the newcomer. That's a face that could get Jason in a lot of trouble. And the longer he stares, the more interested he is in finding out if the body is too.

"Depends on who's offering the company. And why? You want something, handsome?"

Jason leans back against his motorcycle, crossing his arms to kind of show off some of his physical assets.

Montrez still heavily tracked the leads he’d gotten in regard to a mutant in need. They definitely seemed to have a habit of immersing themselves and dwelling in seedy, dark environments. Tracking this person had Montrez peddling through a multitude of alleyways; tonight wasn’t any different. He casually sauntered about the alley, ignoring the fragrances of debauchery in the air via his natural gift.

His eyes perked upon spotting an individual resting against a motorcycle. It took merely one survey across their appearance to gain Montrez’s attention. Sporting a type of a headgear like that just screamed person of interest. They had to have known something right?

“Who says being stealthy was my intention?” he said, raising a sly brow. He crossed his arms, casually slithering near the other’s vicinity. “You seem bored, figured you’d be fond of some company.”

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Jason looks down at the scene he'd interrupted. Well, at least he stopped a murder. He sets a reminder to track the guy down and see if he needs a gentler (but still forceful) talking to.

He jumps down and walks up to Poison Ivy.

"Sorry, Ivy," he says. "Was nearby and had to check on the screams. Hope that wasn't a jackass billionaire causing you issues."

Jason knows a thing or two about those.

location:  some  alleyway

poison  ivy  had  been  pretending  to  be  more  man  than  plant  all  day.  it's  been  tiresome.  finally,  he's  able  to  shed  away  those  pesky  clothes  and  go  into  his  much  more  natural  state.  his  skin  pigment  is  back  to  that  beautiful  shade  of  green,  his  hair  is  brighter  than  before,  and  leaves  along  with  some  flowers  are  the  only  thing  covering  him.  they  feel  like  they  can  breathe  again.  although  they  wouldn't  be  poison  ivy  without  ruffling  some  feathers.  “plants  can  speak,  you  dumbass.”  poyraz  has  a  vine  wrapped  around  their  neck,  lifting  them  up  from  the�� wall  feet  up  in  the  air.  “i  know  what  you  did  and  you  should  fucking  burn.”  although  right  when  he's  about  to  do  something  worse,  some  commotion  distracts  him.  they  snapped  their  head  to  look  back  at  the  street  and  up  at  the  roof,  searching  for  where  the  noise  came  from.  due  to  their  attention  being  elsewhere,  the  vine  slipped  from  the  other  man,  he  fell  to  the  ground  and  ran.  “are  you  happy  now?  you  may  as  well  come  out  since  you've  ruined  my  fun.”