#thomasjay

[smokerjay]

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[setsailslash]

Hooker Jason?

this is underage hooker jason/dr. thomas wayne set in flashpoint verse featuring father todd and also batman(thomas) because when you don’t specify my brain does weird things ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Then.

Standing at a street corner, shirt cut too low, torn pair of jeans too tight, Jason glances at the car itself and the way it parks just a little further than any of the regulars would to know it’s a newcomer seeking just the kind of thrill he provides.

He waves with a smile, mouth curling sweetly in invitation, and waits for the slow roll of the passenger side window to come down a slit before he starts walking over. 

Looking both ways before he crosses the street.

The car is nice, like really fucking nice. A lot of money in a top of the line Bentley with chrome rims. Jason would whistle if that wasn’t the point here, all low and sharp and impressed as he sweeps a hand over the sleek side of it. The sheer power contained within the machinery more of a turn-on than anything the man sitting inside could be packing.

When the window comes down further, Jason leans over until the driver can see the glint of his nipple piercings when the collar of his low cut tee swoops down even further. 

“What’s your name, handsome?” Jason asks before he can even see the man’s face, half hidden in the shadows. But when he does, he’s got to blink because, well, handsome is his go to but he never actually means it to describe any of his clients. 

Until now, it seems.

“Thomas.” It’s a nervous edge but the man answers at least, and it seems like at least this part is familiar to him. Jason has to smile again.

“Well, Thomas,” a stress placed on the sound of his name as he says it, mouth wrapping deliberately around it. A lick of his lips, a tilt of his head, Jason asks. “Think you wanna take me for a ride?”

-

Now.

When he meets him again, it feels like it should be some kind of alternate realities or the parallel kind, like he’s read in those sci-fy novels.

Because it hasn’t just been years, it’s been a decade. 

The kind where he really hasn’t been thinking of the other man at all. 

The last time Jason had the man cross his mind, well, the man’s kid was gunned down in an alleyway much like where they first met. The news latched on like a dog with a bone, and the reports went on and on of a little boy murdered. Like kids didn’t die every day in the Narrows. But Jason guesses all those other boys and girls didn’t have all the prospects a shithole like Gotham could offer placed upon a single silver spoon.

Jason isn’t Jay or whatever name his client wanted to groan out loud when they grabbed his hair and jerked his head back just so they could come messily across his face. 

Jason is Father Todd with a parish of his own, and has been for years too.

He is blinking his eyes at him because when the cowl comes off, it’s—

“Doc?”

It’s a second life here they are living when they meet each other once more. A hooker turned priest staring down at a surgeon turned vigilante. It all sounds a bit surreal, made up really, if he’s being honest with himself.

“Jason.”

Thomas brings down the gun he had levelled at the Father, shoulders sloping down, heavily.

-

Then.

Jason has himself draped over the middle console, the stick shift digging into the side of his hip as he finally pops open the buckle of Thomas’ belt. “You don’t have to be shy with me.”

He turns to look at the man, sees how he glances at everything in the interior of the car except for Jason, and really, he can’t have that. He isn’t proud of this job, but he takes a bit of pride in how he does it.

Jason lets out a soft little sigh that catches the man’s attention, waits until Thomas is finally looking before he reaches over, takes Thomas’ hand into his so he can drag it to cup his own groin. A flutter of his lashes, and he is rocking his hips, pushing his hard-on inside of his tight jeans into Thomas’ palm. 

“Now, I’m going to suck you off.” Jason tells him, and hopes a little bit of clear instructions will bring the man back to focus on him. 

Thomas nods, squeezes him gently through his jeans and Jason breathes hard. “Can I do something for you?”

It’s a weird fucking thing for a john to ask him that, and Jason nearly gets taken aback by it. But he thinks on it, settles on it, and tells Thomas with a smile. “You can finger me if you want but if you wanna fuck, that’s gonna be extra.”

Sways his ass in the passenger seat too as encouragement.

Even in the shitty lighting of the alleyway they’ve pulled into, Thomas’ face is still terribly handsome even as it is half shrouded in the shadows. His voice too sounds warm and kind. “I just want to make you feel good too.”

“You’re sweet, doc.” Jason tells him as his fingers work the button of the man’s slacks open and then the zipper down. 

Thomas freezes up, and Jason laughs, tips his chin to the Gotham General lanyard still around the man’s neck ending at an ID card for one Dr. Thomas Wayne before he swallows him down.

-

Now.

He stands just before the altar, looking down at the man he thought he knew. 

Time passes, people change. Some more extreme than others, he reminds himself. Thomas Wayne is older, eye weary, dangerous even, and he carries himself like he’s been fighting a losing war for far too long.

Jason isn’t sure what Thomas sees in him now, isn’t sure he wants to know. He’s died, he’s come back to life. He’s seen all of the truly awful things in life and learned that the world can be beautiful and good too. Jason has taken his second chance.

It seems like Thomas Wayne has too.

“My church can be a sanctuary if you want it to be.” Father Todd says to him. His voice kept even, an invitation but one with conditions. “But I won’t have you bringing any of your troubles here where people will get hurt.”

“People already got hurt.”

There is steel edge to Thomas’ voice, he’s a man standing on the ledge no matter how metaphorical, finger itching and Jason doesn’t need to look closely to know the kind of weaponry Thomas is packing beneath the armour he’s got on.

That’s Batman, and he’s never not been ruthless. Blood could be dripping off of the black Kevlar and Father Todd really shouldn’t be fazed.

“Are you here to talk, or are you here to fight?” Jason asks, trying not to bring his arms up to cross them over his chest in defense.

“Why?“ Thomas chuckles, the sound low and deep, feels like the slow crawling seep of heat beneath his skin, and there’s no reason why Jason should feel it at the distance that they’re at. "You gonna fight me, Father?”

“Not even if you asked for old time’s sake.” 

Jason feels like he’s here trying to talk a man off from that ledge. 

“You’ve come a long way from turning tricks in Crime Alley, Father.”

Jason knows this game. Knows Thomas only dredges up the past if just to bring Jason down to where he’s stuck at. It stays, it sticks, like a bad taste at the back of his throat migrating forward. Death has a funny way of changing people. Jason tries to let Thomas down, gently, for all the times the man had shown him some resemblance of kindness even when he didn’t have to.

“Not really, doc. It’s only three blocks.”

-

Then.

When Thomas Wayne comes inside of his mouth, Jason drinks it all down.

He drags his lips along the softening shaft to catch the stray drops he couldn’t swallow on the first try, runs the tip of his tongue over the sensitive head until he’s cleaned the man up. 

Jason lets Thomas drag his fingers in and out of his hole a few more times before he whines for him not to make him come, murmurs with his tongue still bitter from the taste of the man’s release that he doesn’t want a mess inside of his pants the rest of the night. Jason is panting softly, clenching down out of reflex, hole squeezing in rhythm around two of Thomas’ fingers buried to the last knuckle inside of him. 

His breathing hitches at the graze of the pads of those fingertips across his prostate when he does. And it’s like they are almost reluctant when Thomas gently withdraws them from the tight hot clutch of his body, leaving them both a bit breathless from it.

Jason makes a noise, and it catches himself off guard. 

Either Thomas doesn’t notice or he doesn’t mind it, because the man is zipping up, tipping his head back until he is staring at the ceiling of his Bentley to confess.

“Christ, you’re barely older than my kid.”

It’s not true, Jason is at least a good five years older than Thomas’ little boy but that’s not the fantasy he is selling here even if plenty of other men would buy him up for the night just for that. 

Jason laughs, and there’s still innocence in the way he lets it settle inside of the car before he tells him. “I’m eighteen.”

Thomas looks over at him, gives him a look that’s entirely fatherly when he replies, deadpanned. “And I’m husband of the year.”

Jason shrugs, doesn’t tell him his real age and they call it even.

“I’d say don’t do it again, but I’m not that good of a guy.” He takes what Thomas hands him and it’s more than double of his usual fees even when he takes Brother Blood’s cut out of it. “If you come back around, I’d love to see you again, doc.”

Thomas laughs, and it’s a tad bit hollow. Jason knows that kind of laughter, it’s of a man coming into the full understanding of his own actions.

“We’ll see, Jason.” 

He separates the cash into two piles, tucks each one into a respective backpocket, buttons up his jeans, and opens the door. There is the rush of a late night Gotham chill rushing in, making the stark stench of sex from the interior of the car that much sharper.

Jason revels in that.

[biblio84]

Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Flashpoint (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jason Todd/Damian Wayne, Jason Todd/Thomas Wayne Characters: Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Thomas Wayne Additional Tags: i don't know how to tag, Flashpoint - Freeform, Priest Jason, Daddy Kink, If You Squint - Freeform, Dubious Consent, Choking, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Restraints, Kinda, Rough Sex, Blasphemy, Butt Plugs, Come Swallowing, Oral Sex, Shower Sex, Rimming, Semi-Public Sex Series: Part 1 of Paradise Regained Summary:

Damian, like all offspring, obviously had no control over how he was brought into the world. But Thomas Wayne had never forgiven him for Ra’s and Talia’s sins, even after the two had died.

Jason's first life didn't start out great and it ended even worse. When he was given a second chance, for whatever reason, he decided to make the most of it, pay it forward; help show others that, while the world can be a terrible, unforgiving place, it can also be beautiful and good.

[serial-traveler]

#Il ritorno di Thomas Jay

Thomas Jay è di nuovo tra noi. Lo scrittore italoamericano nato dalla penna di Alessandra Libutti torna a vivere grazie all'affetto dei fan e alla voce di Ivan Anoè, attore e doppiatore. #NoNewsMagazine #NNmagazine #NNmag #libri #lettura #letteratura #AlessandraLibutti #ThomasJay

Thomas Jay è di nuovo tra noi. Lo scrittore italoamericano nato dalla penna di Alessandra Libutti torna a vivere grazie all’affetto dei fan e alla voce di Ivan Anoè, attore e doppiatore. (more…)

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[smokerjay]

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[scandalsavagefanfic]

Understand My Ship in 5 Minutes

I had to.

It was my duty to all 7 people who love this as much as I do.

(@jason-rarepairs)

Some notes:

Thomas is officially Bruce’s size but he’s usually drawn bigger and since I saw people shrinking Dick, I figured I could give Tom a couple extra inches.

Pre-Flashpoint ages are the only ones that make sense and changing them changes the character’s dynamics and makes their relationships make NO sense. They’re also kind of recanonized. Either way, they’re the only ones I’ll ever use. (Thomas has no canon age so I’m guessing based on Bruce being in his 30’s).

Jason occasionally “makes” Thomas be little spoon because he knows the old man needs to be held as much as Jason does himself.

Thomas mostly calls Jason “son” and “kid” which Jason pretends to hate. He will also make a point of calling Jason “beautiful” (like, “good morning, beautiful”) just to watch him blush. He occasionally calls him “angry bird” because he’s an asshole and thinks it’s cute when Jason scowls but it’s almost always followed by “dearest”, “my love”, or “angel” (which he only uses because Jason told him “little miracle” was too much and “little zombie boy” was not enough. Thomas may still slip up on that last one.)

Jason puts bees back outside on flowers but figures the world has enough spiders and wasps are demons from hell. Thomas figures the world has enough of all “insects” and doesn’t understand, no matter how many times Jason tells him and gives him unimpressed looks, why he should care about a random bee who dares to invade his domain.

They argue over who drives and neither are quite as good at it as they think they are. Thomas because he had a driver for most of his life, and Jason because he’s used to motorcycles.

Jason only hates PDA because he doesn’t know how to deal with it. Every time Thomas so much as puts his arm around Jason’s waist, or kisses his forehead in public, Jason gets nervous and sweaty... and growly to take attention away from the fact he doesn’t know what to do with blatant declarations of affection.

Thomas is down for anything, anytime. Jason’s base level horniness is pretty low, but it ramps up quickly when Thomas starts touching him or even just gives him that look.

They’re both super jealous and overly protective. Jason is more obvious about his jealousy, more likely to sit in a corner and pout scowl, and give Tom a piece of his mind on the drive home. Thomas on the other hand, surreptitiously watches every one of Jason’s interactions like a hawk (Bruce comes by this shit honestly, after all), gripping his champagne flute too tightly, and vigorously reminding Jason why he’s the best option when they get home (unless they have a driver, in which case Thomas raises the partition and doesn’t wait that long to reassert his position in Jason’s life).

So yeah. That’s my ship. Now you know.

[smokerjay]

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[scandalsavagefanfic]

My top two ultimate Jason ships are JayDick and JayKara, aka the most abundant and the practically non-existent. What are your top two?

I vacillate.

I gravitate to the darker and/or more “problematic” things so Roman is always a fixture in my top ships. Bruce is too.

But I adore Flashpoint Batman!Thomas Wayne/Jason. 

JayDick is up there but, and I know you can’t tell this by looking at my fics, I actually like JayTim just a teensy bit better ;)

[scandalsavagefanfic]

I don't remember reading it in the comics but in the flashpoint Paradox animated movie there's that guy wearing the red bandana across his face and he says something to Thomas Wayne Batmanlije we make a great team or we could have made a great team. I wish I had the time or patience to go look it up and sound more knowledgeable but it just came to me and if I don't ask now I'll forget later. Is that supposed to be Jason? I just flagged your TW/JT to read later and it made me wonder

*Squeals in excitement* Oh my god! I’m so happy you’re going to read it!!! (I actually just fixed the tense shift issues in the first couple of chapters right before I posted the last one so good timing!). Fair warning, it’s mostly DamiJay but the ThomasJay stuff is… goodness I love it so much (and I’m working on a straight-up Thomas/Jason prequel so if you like Beautiful and Good keep an eye out for the next parts of the series.

Jason a Catholic priest in Flashpoint and he doesn’t do any vigilante-ing. He also doesn’t show up in the main storyline but he makes a two page cameo in a World of Flashpoint side story that follows Taci-13 (who just showed up in Young Justice) as she tries to stop her dad from ending the world. He’s soft and kind and wise and gives her some good advice. His backstory is hinted at but left mysterious. Joined Brother Blood’s cult, died, somehow came back, and joined the church.

The guy with the red bandanna mask is Cole Cash aka Grifter. He’s a WildStorm character (same original universe as Midnighter and Apollo). I’m afraid I don’t know much about him. He had a solo series for a while when New 52 started. My sister read it but I didn’t. I think he’s a Deadshot type only he leans more hero than villain (as much as any WildStorm character anyway).

At the risk of upsetting WildStorm fans (though the few I’ve met have been really cool)… Grifter is a pretty obscure comic character so I wouldn’t worry about sounding knowledgeable :D