Fic. NC-17
First attempt at any kind of threesome. And ospreyphoto dared me and didn't think I could do it. Shows him.
Although I'm still not sure about how IC the premise for this whole thing is. Jay/Tim/Dick. (Also know as the OT3 of whole lot of gay Robin love.)
Might As Well Be Me
The Red Hood comes running into the Batcave, and Dick jumps.
"Jay!" he exclaims, grabbing the panicking man in a hug. "What's wrong?" Jay shoves a piece of paper at him.
"It's Tim. He's going to--"
"He's in the locker room, come on," Dick drags Jason away, leaving a shocked Bruce to pick up the fallen letter. They arrive in the locker room and grab a sobbing Tim from both sides, and Dick quickly confiscates the shuriken from him. Jason pulls Tim into his lap to hold him and Dick wraps his arms around the boy's shoulders as he shakes, crying into Jason's chest.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I can't."
"Ssh, it's okay Tim. It's going to be okay. We've got you," Jason murmurs.
"We love you, little brother. We want to help you, you just have to talk to us when you're feeling like this. We promise to do anything we can to help." Tim gives a miserable nod and clutches to Jason.
"C'mon," says Jason gently. "Let's get you to bed." He lifts Tim, cradling the boy carefully in his arms, and Dick wipes the tears from Tim's cheek with a gentle caress. Dick heads Bruce off at the doorway, making sure Jason can get past with Tim.
"This," Bruce stutters, brandishing the letter. "This is a suicide note."
"Yes," Dick says sadly.
"He says in here the two of you have been trying to help him."
"We have, ever since Jason found him, the first time. Apparently we aren't doing so well."
"You're both being benched until all this is sorted out," Bruce says gruffly, and then gives Dick a sad look. "Tell me if there's anything I can do."
"I will." Dick runs to catch up with Jason, who is slipping Tim into bed.
"Don't leave me alone," Tim pleads.
"We won't," Dick assures the boy. Tim pulls back the covers and Dick and Jason climb in on either side of him. Tim drifts off soon, and Dick watches him breathe until he too falls asleep.
~
When Dick wakes up, he vaguely disoriented, and still quite sleepy. He doesn't open his eyes, and instead takes a moment to absorb the fact that he's in bed with someone. But he still has his clothes on. Not that that necessarily means anything. He flexes both his hands ever so slightly and -- wait. There are two other bodies in bed with him. Suddenly, Dick remembers everything. He opens one eye blearily to assure himself that Tim's still breathing, and sees Jason watching him.
"Morning," he says quietly. "I think we should sleep with Tim more often. He didn't have any nightmares tonight."
"That's right. Wait. You've watched him sleep?"
"And you haven't?"
"Point." Dick realises something. "I'd take my arm off you, but I don't want to wake up Tim."
"That's okay. Do you think you could shift down just a little though? Your hip is kind of crushing my hand."
"Right. Sorry." Dick shifts just a little so Jason's hand is no longer under him. Then they lie there and listen to Tim breath. "He's just so... much."
"He's everything," Jason says quietly.
"Yes. He is. I can't believe we almost lost him."
"I know. I didn't think he'd do it. I thought we'd convinced him not to do it. That there were still people here who love him."
"We have to get him to realise that we really do love him, somehow."
"We'll just have to keep saying it until he believes us." Tim moves slightly, and Jason and Dick both shut up. Tim snuggles into the crook of Dick's neck, and then reaches his arm behind him to pull Jason closer to himself. Jason and Dick all but squish him between themselves, pressing against the boy and holding on when Tim makes a gasping sound and shakes before waking up.
"They're dead," he whispers horrified, "they're all dead."
"It's okay, Tim. We're here," Dick says gently, carding a hand through the boy's hair. Jason rubs soothing circles into the boy's back.
"We're here for whatever you need, Tim. Just tell us how we can help. We want to help you get better."
"I -- I can't."
"We've all lost friends, Tim. You just have to keep going, honour their memories and go on with your life. They wouldn't blame you Tim, and they wouldn't want you to die."
"Tell us what you need," Jason says softly.
"I. I need to forget, for a little while." Dick and Jason exchange glances over Tim's head. "Please." He's promised to help Tim in anyway he can.
"We can do that," Jason says gently, and plants a kiss at the back of Tim's neck. Dick kisses the boy softly on the lips, and Tim gives a small sigh, and tries to get more kisses when Dick pulls away gently. Dick gives them, and Jason pulls Tim's shirt off, working on kissing and biting his way down the boy's back. Dick flips Tim over, letting Jason kiss him on the lips. Dick carefully holds Tim, massaging his back and planting light kisses while Jason all but devours the boy's mouth. Jason flips Tim back over to Dick, and Dick catches the boy's swollen lips gently, kissing him slowly and softly before tilting his head to get a better angle so he can get his tongue deep into the boy's open mouth and let Tim suck on it. Jason gives the edge of Dick's shirt a purposeful tug, and Dick realises he is the only one left with a shirt on, and he withdraws from the kiss to flip Tim back to Jason while he strips down to his boxers. Jason tugs Tim's pants off fiercely, and bites the boy on the nipple, causing him to groan loudly. He then rolls Tim back to face Dick while he shucks his own pants, and then his boxers, hurriedly. Dick kisses Tim softly, petting his chest. Tim pushes urgently at Dick's boxers, and Dick allows him to shove them off, before he and Jason tug Tim's down and off. Tim moans and thrusts against him, and Dick feels himself get hard. He gently begins stroking Tim, while still kissing him softly. Jason bites into Tim's shoulder, and then Tim gives a high-pitched whimper and arches into Dick. Dick knows Jason must've started fingering him. Tim gives another whimper arch, and Dick slides down to take Tim in his mouth, causing the boy to give a soft, wordless scream. Dick grabs Tim's hips, holding him, and tries a tiny, gentle suck. Tim tries desperately to thrust forward, but Dick doesn't let him. Jason's fingers entwine with Dick's as he gets a hold on Tim's hips as well, and Dick sucks hard to distract the boy from what Jason is about to do. Tim gives a choked moan, and then shortly after a muffled scream. Dick looks up to see the kid is biting his fist. Dick releases Tim's hip to drag that hand out of his mouth and place it on his head. Tim pulls at his hair, and twists his other arm behind himself to tug at Jason's as well. Dick entwines his fingers with Jason's again, and the man taps a rhythm on his hand. Dick taps it back, and then begins sucking in time with it as Jason thrusts.
"Oh god oh god Jason, Dick, I can't, oh god," Tim comes, and Dick swallows it and licks him clean before attempting to pull off, but Tim's hand holds him there. "Don't stop. Oh God, please don't stop."
"We won't," Jason says gently, and Dick finds the rhythm again as they both fuck Tim as best they can and the boy gasps and whimpers and moans between them. Dick goes down all the way, holding him in his throat as Tim struggles to move somehow. Dick has to thrust against the mattress and comes with a moan that makes Tim try to move again. Tim will probably have bruises where he and Jason are holding him. Tim pushes forward against Dick's grip, then back against Jason's and then comes down Dick's throat with a pitiful whimper. Tim shakes, and Dick pulls off to kiss him gently on the lips. Tim moans something into the kiss, and then pushes his tongue desperately into Dick's mouth. Dick sucks it gently, and then Tim pulls out of the kiss and gives another moan, and pushes down on Dick's head. Dick can take a hint. He goes down on Tim again, sucking harder then before.
"Oh god oh god oh fuck fuck fuck oh yes." Tim comes and sags between them, breathing difficulty. Dick pulls off, and Tim whimpers helplessly. He gives another whimper and Dick assumes Jason has pulled out. "Oh God. I can't."
"Sleep," Dick says gently.
"We'll be here when you wake up," Jason assures the boy. Tim nods weakly, and Jason and Dick wrap their arms around the boy carefully before falling back asleep themselves.
~
Waking up for the second time that morning Dick finds Tim pressed into him, still asleep, and Jason sprawled over Tim, also asleep. Part of his brain that is being very unhelpful remarks that he had never expected a threesome to be quite like this. Dick tells that part of his brain to shut up, and takes a few deep breaths, getting his thoughts in order. Jason wakes up a few minutes later.
"Good morning," Dick whispers.
"Oh fuck, I can't believe we did that." But Jason looks at Tim with a smile. "I think he'll be okay, as long as we keep sleeping with him."
"I think you're right. I also think we all need so much therapy, but I think you're right."
"This is wrong on so many levels, isn't it?"
"Let's just not think about it." They glance at Tim as the boy's breathing patterns change slightly. He's waking up. Tim's eyes snap wide open, and he clutches to Dick. Jason kisses Tim gently on the shoulder, and wraps his arms around his waist.
"Dick. Jay. I. We."
"Had sex?" whispers Jason softly.
"Yah, that." Tim looks confused and worried.
"You freaking out?" asks Dick carefully.
"A bit. I just. What is this?"
"Whatever you want it to be," Jason says. Dick nods, and plants a soft kiss on Tim's neck. Tim gives a small shiver.
"I don't. That is, I'm not sure just. Are you going to do it again?"
"If you want us to," Dick replies. Tim nods.
"Please."
"Whenever you like," Jason says soothingly.
"Can you do it now?" Tim murmurs this into Dick's neck, and thankfully misses Jason and Dick's surprised expressions. Dick just reaches down to stroke Tim gently again.
"Of course."
"Can. Can I."
"You can do whatever you like," Jason says encouragingly, fingering Tim's cleft again. Dick nods his agreement. Tim's hands wrap around him, giving a gentle, experimental squeeze. Dick doesn't hold back the small moan, and Tim squeezes again before beginning to stroke him. Tim lets go of him with one hand, and reaches to pull Jason below him so he can stroke him too. Jason gives a moan that sounds somewhat surprised, and wraps a hand around Dick's to help jerk Tim off. The three find a rough rhythm, and come within seconds of each other. Tim recovers quickly, and alternates between Dick and Jason, licking them clean. Dick feels himself tremble under Tim's touch.
"Can you do that thing with your fingers again?" Tim asks Jason quietly. Jason nods and gives Tim a shaky smile, before rolling the boy between them so Dick can hold him as Jason spreads him and slips a finger inside. Tim whimpers at the touch, but pushes back as Jason starts to pull out. Jason gives Dick a look before pushing in another finger, and getting them deep so Tim could fuck himself on them. Dick holds Tim against him as he pumps his hips back desperately, sobbing. It is impossible to tell if it's from pain or pleasure. Jason's hand has to be cramping by now.
"My turn," Dick says quietly, and Jason gives him a grateful look before pulling out and rolling Tim over so Dick can slip three fingers carefully in him. Tim gives a satisfied moan and pushes back on them until Dick crooks his fingers so Tim can hit his prostate against them as he thrusts. Tim is shaking and gasping little sobs still, and the look on Tim's face tells Dick the boy's at the point where he absolutely has to come soon, so Dick drives the fingers in, hard, until Tim makes a sound like a dying baby animal and comes screaming. Dick pulls out carefully and wraps his arms around the boy, kissing his shoulder as he shakes through the aftershocks. Tim leans back on the bed with a blissful expression.
"Thanks," he says eventually. Dick and Jason just hug him.
"C'mon," Jason says. "We should shower." Dick sits up and slides out of the bed, leaning down to pick Tim up and carries him before he tries to move.
"It'll hurt to walk," he explains gently. Tim shrugs limply against him, and Jason and Dick have to take turns holding him up so he doesn't drown while they shower. Dick holds Tim and rubs the soap gently into his back as Tim sags against him. "You're sure you're okay?" he asks for the fiftieth time. Tim just nods against him, clinging on loosely.
~
Within the course of the next two weeks, Tim improves significantly. Bruce makes no comment when he finds Dick and Jason coming out of Tim's room in the morning, and sees them go back into it at night. Dick isn't sure what Bruce will say when he finds out what they're doing in there, but he's pretty sure Bruce won't complain much as long as it keeps Tim happy, which it seems to be doing. Soon enough, Tim is allowed back on patrol, though someone is always with him. Jason has dropped being the Red Hood in favour of stealing one of Dick's Nightwing suits until he can come up with something, which nearly caused havoc when Roy thought he'd done something to Dick. Luckily, Dick and Tim had only been a few blocks away and Jason had managed to call them over to explain before Roy could seriously hurt him. Roy had looked dubious about Jason's apparent change of heart, but trusted him since Dick and Tim did. They didn't really explain why they trusted Jason so much.
The entire arrangement is extraordinarily strange. Dick doubts he'd ever just have sex with Jason, and they haven't really done anything together, they've just fucked Tim at the same time. It's less of a threesome and more of two twosomes happening at the same time. They both love Tim, and Tim needs them both, and that's all there is too it. Dick just tries not to think too much about the logistics of it. Or about the reality that he's involved in a threesome with his two brothers. He does love Jason, just it's brotherly. Then again, that's what he'd thought about Tim until he'd started fucking him. Disturbingly enough, that's still how he thinks of Tim. His little brother.
This is why he's not entirely surprised, the night that Tim falls asleep before they get around to doing anything, that Jason kisses him experimentally. They can't manage to get past kissing, but Dick sucks on Jason's tongue and cuddles him until they need to break apart and take some gasping breaths. And Jason kisses him softly again, a chaste kiss that could be brotherly, and cuddles back. Dick holds his other little brother in his arms, kissing him on the forehead, then his eyelids, and then returning the chaste kiss to the lips.
"It's all going to be okay, Jay. I promise."
Dick is a good big brother. He'll give whatever comfort the other two need. And right now Jason needs someone to hold him. Dick can do that. It's not much, considering.
~
Jason names himself after Tim's car.
There is much amusement from everyone about this, but Jason just shrugs.
"Redbird. It's a good name. Sticks with the family tradition and all. And I've never been all that creative anyway. My costume doesn't even have any designs on it. It's just black, and I have a red mask. That's about it."
"You could at least make the utility belt red. Give it some colour," suggests Dick. "Maybe even the boots and gauntlets." Jason shrugs.
"Sure. Why not?" When they have a group hug in celebration of the newly dubbed Redbird, it's almost just a hug.
Almost.
~
Dick knows exactly what it's about when Bruce drags him aside before patrol one night to have a 'quiet chat'.
"I know," Dick says immediately, before the man can say anything. "But it helps Tim. It helps both of them, I think. It keeps Tim alive, and keeps Jason sane." Bruce sighs, and nods before looking at him again.
"What about you?" Dick shrugs.
"Someone needs to help them. Might as well be me."
~
End.
Although I'm still not sure about how IC the premise for this whole thing is. Jay/Tim/Dick. (Also know as the OT3 of whole lot of gay Robin love.)
Might As Well Be Me
The Red Hood comes running into the Batcave, and Dick jumps.
"Jay!" he exclaims, grabbing the panicking man in a hug. "What's wrong?" Jay shoves a piece of paper at him.
"It's Tim. He's going to--"
"He's in the locker room, come on," Dick drags Jason away, leaving a shocked Bruce to pick up the fallen letter. They arrive in the locker room and grab a sobbing Tim from both sides, and Dick quickly confiscates the shuriken from him. Jason pulls Tim into his lap to hold him and Dick wraps his arms around the boy's shoulders as he shakes, crying into Jason's chest.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I can't."
"Ssh, it's okay Tim. It's going to be okay. We've got you," Jason murmurs.
"We love you, little brother. We want to help you, you just have to talk to us when you're feeling like this. We promise to do anything we can to help." Tim gives a miserable nod and clutches to Jason.
"C'mon," says Jason gently. "Let's get you to bed." He lifts Tim, cradling the boy carefully in his arms, and Dick wipes the tears from Tim's cheek with a gentle caress. Dick heads Bruce off at the doorway, making sure Jason can get past with Tim.
"This," Bruce stutters, brandishing the letter. "This is a suicide note."
"Yes," Dick says sadly.
"He says in here the two of you have been trying to help him."
"We have, ever since Jason found him, the first time. Apparently we aren't doing so well."
"You're both being benched until all this is sorted out," Bruce says gruffly, and then gives Dick a sad look. "Tell me if there's anything I can do."
"I will." Dick runs to catch up with Jason, who is slipping Tim into bed.
"Don't leave me alone," Tim pleads.
"We won't," Dick assures the boy. Tim pulls back the covers and Dick and Jason climb in on either side of him. Tim drifts off soon, and Dick watches him breathe until he too falls asleep.
~
When Dick wakes up, he vaguely disoriented, and still quite sleepy. He doesn't open his eyes, and instead takes a moment to absorb the fact that he's in bed with someone. But he still has his clothes on. Not that that necessarily means anything. He flexes both his hands ever so slightly and -- wait. There are two other bodies in bed with him. Suddenly, Dick remembers everything. He opens one eye blearily to assure himself that Tim's still breathing, and sees Jason watching him.
"Morning," he says quietly. "I think we should sleep with Tim more often. He didn't have any nightmares tonight."
"That's right. Wait. You've watched him sleep?"
"And you haven't?"
"Point." Dick realises something. "I'd take my arm off you, but I don't want to wake up Tim."
"That's okay. Do you think you could shift down just a little though? Your hip is kind of crushing my hand."
"Right. Sorry." Dick shifts just a little so Jason's hand is no longer under him. Then they lie there and listen to Tim breath. "He's just so... much."
"He's everything," Jason says quietly.
"Yes. He is. I can't believe we almost lost him."
"I know. I didn't think he'd do it. I thought we'd convinced him not to do it. That there were still people here who love him."
"We have to get him to realise that we really do love him, somehow."
"We'll just have to keep saying it until he believes us." Tim moves slightly, and Jason and Dick both shut up. Tim snuggles into the crook of Dick's neck, and then reaches his arm behind him to pull Jason closer to himself. Jason and Dick all but squish him between themselves, pressing against the boy and holding on when Tim makes a gasping sound and shakes before waking up.
"They're dead," he whispers horrified, "they're all dead."
"It's okay, Tim. We're here," Dick says gently, carding a hand through the boy's hair. Jason rubs soothing circles into the boy's back.
"We're here for whatever you need, Tim. Just tell us how we can help. We want to help you get better."
"I -- I can't."
"We've all lost friends, Tim. You just have to keep going, honour their memories and go on with your life. They wouldn't blame you Tim, and they wouldn't want you to die."
"Tell us what you need," Jason says softly.
"I. I need to forget, for a little while." Dick and Jason exchange glances over Tim's head. "Please." He's promised to help Tim in anyway he can.
"We can do that," Jason says gently, and plants a kiss at the back of Tim's neck. Dick kisses the boy softly on the lips, and Tim gives a small sigh, and tries to get more kisses when Dick pulls away gently. Dick gives them, and Jason pulls Tim's shirt off, working on kissing and biting his way down the boy's back. Dick flips Tim over, letting Jason kiss him on the lips. Dick carefully holds Tim, massaging his back and planting light kisses while Jason all but devours the boy's mouth. Jason flips Tim back over to Dick, and Dick catches the boy's swollen lips gently, kissing him slowly and softly before tilting his head to get a better angle so he can get his tongue deep into the boy's open mouth and let Tim suck on it. Jason gives the edge of Dick's shirt a purposeful tug, and Dick realises he is the only one left with a shirt on, and he withdraws from the kiss to flip Tim back to Jason while he strips down to his boxers. Jason tugs Tim's pants off fiercely, and bites the boy on the nipple, causing him to groan loudly. He then rolls Tim back to face Dick while he shucks his own pants, and then his boxers, hurriedly. Dick kisses Tim softly, petting his chest. Tim pushes urgently at Dick's boxers, and Dick allows him to shove them off, before he and Jason tug Tim's down and off. Tim moans and thrusts against him, and Dick feels himself get hard. He gently begins stroking Tim, while still kissing him softly. Jason bites into Tim's shoulder, and then Tim gives a high-pitched whimper and arches into Dick. Dick knows Jason must've started fingering him. Tim gives another whimper arch, and Dick slides down to take Tim in his mouth, causing the boy to give a soft, wordless scream. Dick grabs Tim's hips, holding him, and tries a tiny, gentle suck. Tim tries desperately to thrust forward, but Dick doesn't let him. Jason's fingers entwine with Dick's as he gets a hold on Tim's hips as well, and Dick sucks hard to distract the boy from what Jason is about to do. Tim gives a choked moan, and then shortly after a muffled scream. Dick looks up to see the kid is biting his fist. Dick releases Tim's hip to drag that hand out of his mouth and place it on his head. Tim pulls at his hair, and twists his other arm behind himself to tug at Jason's as well. Dick entwines his fingers with Jason's again, and the man taps a rhythm on his hand. Dick taps it back, and then begins sucking in time with it as Jason thrusts.
"Oh god oh god Jason, Dick, I can't, oh god," Tim comes, and Dick swallows it and licks him clean before attempting to pull off, but Tim's hand holds him there. "Don't stop. Oh God, please don't stop."
"We won't," Jason says gently, and Dick finds the rhythm again as they both fuck Tim as best they can and the boy gasps and whimpers and moans between them. Dick goes down all the way, holding him in his throat as Tim struggles to move somehow. Dick has to thrust against the mattress and comes with a moan that makes Tim try to move again. Tim will probably have bruises where he and Jason are holding him. Tim pushes forward against Dick's grip, then back against Jason's and then comes down Dick's throat with a pitiful whimper. Tim shakes, and Dick pulls off to kiss him gently on the lips. Tim moans something into the kiss, and then pushes his tongue desperately into Dick's mouth. Dick sucks it gently, and then Tim pulls out of the kiss and gives another moan, and pushes down on Dick's head. Dick can take a hint. He goes down on Tim again, sucking harder then before.
"Oh god oh god oh fuck fuck fuck oh yes." Tim comes and sags between them, breathing difficulty. Dick pulls off, and Tim whimpers helplessly. He gives another whimper and Dick assumes Jason has pulled out. "Oh God. I can't."
"Sleep," Dick says gently.
"We'll be here when you wake up," Jason assures the boy. Tim nods weakly, and Jason and Dick wrap their arms around the boy carefully before falling back asleep themselves.
~
Waking up for the second time that morning Dick finds Tim pressed into him, still asleep, and Jason sprawled over Tim, also asleep. Part of his brain that is being very unhelpful remarks that he had never expected a threesome to be quite like this. Dick tells that part of his brain to shut up, and takes a few deep breaths, getting his thoughts in order. Jason wakes up a few minutes later.
"Good morning," Dick whispers.
"Oh fuck, I can't believe we did that." But Jason looks at Tim with a smile. "I think he'll be okay, as long as we keep sleeping with him."
"I think you're right. I also think we all need so much therapy, but I think you're right."
"This is wrong on so many levels, isn't it?"
"Let's just not think about it." They glance at Tim as the boy's breathing patterns change slightly. He's waking up. Tim's eyes snap wide open, and he clutches to Dick. Jason kisses Tim gently on the shoulder, and wraps his arms around his waist.
"Dick. Jay. I. We."
"Had sex?" whispers Jason softly.
"Yah, that." Tim looks confused and worried.
"You freaking out?" asks Dick carefully.
"A bit. I just. What is this?"
"Whatever you want it to be," Jason says. Dick nods, and plants a soft kiss on Tim's neck. Tim gives a small shiver.
"I don't. That is, I'm not sure just. Are you going to do it again?"
"If you want us to," Dick replies. Tim nods.
"Please."
"Whenever you like," Jason says soothingly.
"Can you do it now?" Tim murmurs this into Dick's neck, and thankfully misses Jason and Dick's surprised expressions. Dick just reaches down to stroke Tim gently again.
"Of course."
"Can. Can I."
"You can do whatever you like," Jason says encouragingly, fingering Tim's cleft again. Dick nods his agreement. Tim's hands wrap around him, giving a gentle, experimental squeeze. Dick doesn't hold back the small moan, and Tim squeezes again before beginning to stroke him. Tim lets go of him with one hand, and reaches to pull Jason below him so he can stroke him too. Jason gives a moan that sounds somewhat surprised, and wraps a hand around Dick's to help jerk Tim off. The three find a rough rhythm, and come within seconds of each other. Tim recovers quickly, and alternates between Dick and Jason, licking them clean. Dick feels himself tremble under Tim's touch.
"Can you do that thing with your fingers again?" Tim asks Jason quietly. Jason nods and gives Tim a shaky smile, before rolling the boy between them so Dick can hold him as Jason spreads him and slips a finger inside. Tim whimpers at the touch, but pushes back as Jason starts to pull out. Jason gives Dick a look before pushing in another finger, and getting them deep so Tim could fuck himself on them. Dick holds Tim against him as he pumps his hips back desperately, sobbing. It is impossible to tell if it's from pain or pleasure. Jason's hand has to be cramping by now.
"My turn," Dick says quietly, and Jason gives him a grateful look before pulling out and rolling Tim over so Dick can slip three fingers carefully in him. Tim gives a satisfied moan and pushes back on them until Dick crooks his fingers so Tim can hit his prostate against them as he thrusts. Tim is shaking and gasping little sobs still, and the look on Tim's face tells Dick the boy's at the point where he absolutely has to come soon, so Dick drives the fingers in, hard, until Tim makes a sound like a dying baby animal and comes screaming. Dick pulls out carefully and wraps his arms around the boy, kissing his shoulder as he shakes through the aftershocks. Tim leans back on the bed with a blissful expression.
"Thanks," he says eventually. Dick and Jason just hug him.
"C'mon," Jason says. "We should shower." Dick sits up and slides out of the bed, leaning down to pick Tim up and carries him before he tries to move.
"It'll hurt to walk," he explains gently. Tim shrugs limply against him, and Jason and Dick have to take turns holding him up so he doesn't drown while they shower. Dick holds Tim and rubs the soap gently into his back as Tim sags against him. "You're sure you're okay?" he asks for the fiftieth time. Tim just nods against him, clinging on loosely.
~
Within the course of the next two weeks, Tim improves significantly. Bruce makes no comment when he finds Dick and Jason coming out of Tim's room in the morning, and sees them go back into it at night. Dick isn't sure what Bruce will say when he finds out what they're doing in there, but he's pretty sure Bruce won't complain much as long as it keeps Tim happy, which it seems to be doing. Soon enough, Tim is allowed back on patrol, though someone is always with him. Jason has dropped being the Red Hood in favour of stealing one of Dick's Nightwing suits until he can come up with something, which nearly caused havoc when Roy thought he'd done something to Dick. Luckily, Dick and Tim had only been a few blocks away and Jason had managed to call them over to explain before Roy could seriously hurt him. Roy had looked dubious about Jason's apparent change of heart, but trusted him since Dick and Tim did. They didn't really explain why they trusted Jason so much.
The entire arrangement is extraordinarily strange. Dick doubts he'd ever just have sex with Jason, and they haven't really done anything together, they've just fucked Tim at the same time. It's less of a threesome and more of two twosomes happening at the same time. They both love Tim, and Tim needs them both, and that's all there is too it. Dick just tries not to think too much about the logistics of it. Or about the reality that he's involved in a threesome with his two brothers. He does love Jason, just it's brotherly. Then again, that's what he'd thought about Tim until he'd started fucking him. Disturbingly enough, that's still how he thinks of Tim. His little brother.
This is why he's not entirely surprised, the night that Tim falls asleep before they get around to doing anything, that Jason kisses him experimentally. They can't manage to get past kissing, but Dick sucks on Jason's tongue and cuddles him until they need to break apart and take some gasping breaths. And Jason kisses him softly again, a chaste kiss that could be brotherly, and cuddles back. Dick holds his other little brother in his arms, kissing him on the forehead, then his eyelids, and then returning the chaste kiss to the lips.
"It's all going to be okay, Jay. I promise."
Dick is a good big brother. He'll give whatever comfort the other two need. And right now Jason needs someone to hold him. Dick can do that. It's not much, considering.
~
Jason names himself after Tim's car.
There is much amusement from everyone about this, but Jason just shrugs.
"Redbird. It's a good name. Sticks with the family tradition and all. And I've never been all that creative anyway. My costume doesn't even have any designs on it. It's just black, and I have a red mask. That's about it."
"You could at least make the utility belt red. Give it some colour," suggests Dick. "Maybe even the boots and gauntlets." Jason shrugs.
"Sure. Why not?" When they have a group hug in celebration of the newly dubbed Redbird, it's almost just a hug.
Almost.
~
Dick knows exactly what it's about when Bruce drags him aside before patrol one night to have a 'quiet chat'.
"I know," Dick says immediately, before the man can say anything. "But it helps Tim. It helps both of them, I think. It keeps Tim alive, and keeps Jason sane." Bruce sighs, and nods before looking at him again.
"What about you?" Dick shrugs.
"Someone needs to help them. Might as well be me."
~
End.