Fic: "Morning After" by kyrdwyn [PG-13, Jason Todd/Tim Drake]
Title: Morning After
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: PG-13
Series: Beloved
Fandom: Batman (comics)
Pairings/Characters: Jason Todd/Tim Drake; Slade Wilson
Summary: He was losing himself.
Warnings: AU. Dark AU.
Beta: anidawehi gave it a look see for me. :)
Previous Parts: Beloved | Confusion | Revelation | Conversation | Dead Man's Memories | Maternal Devotion | Protégé | Exposure | Retaliation | Rescue | Meeting of Minds | Breakdown | Support | Plans | Etiam in Morte
Jason nuzzled at Tim's hair, whispering soft 'Beloved's and 'I love you's and 'I missed you's into the dark strands. Tim nuzzled back, pressing soft kisses against Jason's collar bone. They were both sweat slick in the aftermath of passion, pleasantly tired from their night, when small moments of sleep were interrupted by lovemaking.
Running his hand up Jason's side, Tim smiled against his lover's skin. He felt like he had the first night they'd made love, his body sore in all the right ways and places.
A noise outside the bedroom intruded into their idyll. "Jason?" Slade's voice called. "You here?"
Jason groaned, and Tim hid his face in the other man's neck. The door to the bedroom opened. "Jason, Tim is missing and Talia...."
Tim looked up at Slade, taking in the look of absolute shock on the older man's face. He was just about to ask why his father figure was so shocked to see Tim in Jason's bed when reality crashed back into him.
He wasn't Jason's Beloved. He was just a Tim stuck here from another world, one with Tim's memories, and he'd lost himself in them last night.
"Oh god," Tim choked out, scrambling out of Jason's arms and out of the bed. He grabbed for his sleep pants on the floor, pulling them on. "I'm so sorry, god Jason, I didn't mean to...I wasn't...god." He stared at Jason, who hadn't moved, but who looked stricken himself. "I'm sorry." He hurried out of the room, pushing past Slade. He didn't make eye contact with any of the League members he passed, locking the door to his guest quarters behind him before he collapsed to the floor.
He needed to go home. Not once last night had he even had an inkling he wasn't Jason's Timothy, not until Slade's shocked expression brought it all back.
He was losing himself here. Losing Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne. With each dream, each memory of this world's Tim Drake, he felt a bit more of himself slipping away. The lure of staying in this world, with a lover, a loving father figure, even a loving mother figure, all here for him, was strong. He couldn't remember having anything like this in his home world, though he had more people there for him - Bruce and Dick, Alfred and Barbara and Stephanie, Kon and Bart and the Titans. But waking up in Jason's arms this morning, sparring with Slade over the past week, planning raids with Talia - all those just felt...right.
Tim bit his lip. He had to get home. Before there wasn't any of him left to go home.
Jason leaned his head against his knees and sighed as Tim dashed out of the room. Slade still stood in the doorway, frowning, arms crossed over his chest.
"He may not be my Timothy, but that doesn't mean I won't protect him any less."
Jason took a deep breath and looked up at Slade, knowing he had a bleak expression on his face. "He remembered my Beloved's death, Slade. I guess he dreamt it. Came here apologizing for whatever fight had us sleeping apart. He knew..." Jason had to take another deep breath at the memory of hearing those words in Tim's voice again, after so long. "He knew our saying, Slade. He remembered it. And I... I was weak. I couldn't turn him down. Couldn't turn down my Beloved."
Slade came over an sat on the side of the bed. "But he wasn't your Beloved, Jason. And it wasn't our visiting Tim in your bed, either."
"I know!" Jason shouted. He shook his head as Slade just stared at him impassively. "I know," he said more calmly. "The mind that gave consent was not the mind that belonged to the body. Dubious consent at best," he said, hating himself. "I don't know what to do."
Slade put a hand on Jason's shoulder. "Let me talk to him, see how he's viewing this before you talk to him. But Jason, he may not..."
"Want anything to do with me ever again."
"Yeah."
They were silent for long moments, then Slade stood, patting Jason's shoulder. "The Justice League has sent a preliminary plan. Talia could use your help with it. I'm going to go check on Timothy."
Jason nodded. "Tell him.... tell him I'm sorry."
"I will, kid." Slade left, and Jason stared at the bed he and Tim had spent the night in. The bed that had been his and his Beloved's. "I fucked up, Beloved," he said softly. "I'm sorry."
There was no response, and Jason eventually got up and pulled on his clothing so he could go back to his quarters and shower before having to deal with the day.
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: PG-13
Series: Beloved
Fandom: Batman (comics)
Pairings/Characters: Jason Todd/Tim Drake; Slade Wilson
Summary: He was losing himself.
Warnings: AU. Dark AU.
Beta: anidawehi gave it a look see for me. :)
Previous Parts: Beloved | Confusion | Revelation | Conversation | Dead Man's Memories | Maternal Devotion | Protégé | Exposure | Retaliation | Rescue | Meeting of Minds | Breakdown | Support | Plans | Etiam in Morte
Jason nuzzled at Tim's hair, whispering soft 'Beloved's and 'I love you's and 'I missed you's into the dark strands. Tim nuzzled back, pressing soft kisses against Jason's collar bone. They were both sweat slick in the aftermath of passion, pleasantly tired from their night, when small moments of sleep were interrupted by lovemaking.
Running his hand up Jason's side, Tim smiled against his lover's skin. He felt like he had the first night they'd made love, his body sore in all the right ways and places.
A noise outside the bedroom intruded into their idyll. "Jason?" Slade's voice called. "You here?"
Jason groaned, and Tim hid his face in the other man's neck. The door to the bedroom opened. "Jason, Tim is missing and Talia...."
Tim looked up at Slade, taking in the look of absolute shock on the older man's face. He was just about to ask why his father figure was so shocked to see Tim in Jason's bed when reality crashed back into him.
He wasn't Jason's Beloved. He was just a Tim stuck here from another world, one with Tim's memories, and he'd lost himself in them last night.
"Oh god," Tim choked out, scrambling out of Jason's arms and out of the bed. He grabbed for his sleep pants on the floor, pulling them on. "I'm so sorry, god Jason, I didn't mean to...I wasn't...god." He stared at Jason, who hadn't moved, but who looked stricken himself. "I'm sorry." He hurried out of the room, pushing past Slade. He didn't make eye contact with any of the League members he passed, locking the door to his guest quarters behind him before he collapsed to the floor.
He needed to go home. Not once last night had he even had an inkling he wasn't Jason's Timothy, not until Slade's shocked expression brought it all back.
He was losing himself here. Losing Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne. With each dream, each memory of this world's Tim Drake, he felt a bit more of himself slipping away. The lure of staying in this world, with a lover, a loving father figure, even a loving mother figure, all here for him, was strong. He couldn't remember having anything like this in his home world, though he had more people there for him - Bruce and Dick, Alfred and Barbara and Stephanie, Kon and Bart and the Titans. But waking up in Jason's arms this morning, sparring with Slade over the past week, planning raids with Talia - all those just felt...right.
Tim bit his lip. He had to get home. Before there wasn't any of him left to go home.
Jason leaned his head against his knees and sighed as Tim dashed out of the room. Slade still stood in the doorway, frowning, arms crossed over his chest.
"He may not be my Timothy, but that doesn't mean I won't protect him any less."
Jason took a deep breath and looked up at Slade, knowing he had a bleak expression on his face. "He remembered my Beloved's death, Slade. I guess he dreamt it. Came here apologizing for whatever fight had us sleeping apart. He knew..." Jason had to take another deep breath at the memory of hearing those words in Tim's voice again, after so long. "He knew our saying, Slade. He remembered it. And I... I was weak. I couldn't turn him down. Couldn't turn down my Beloved."
Slade came over an sat on the side of the bed. "But he wasn't your Beloved, Jason. And it wasn't our visiting Tim in your bed, either."
"I know!" Jason shouted. He shook his head as Slade just stared at him impassively. "I know," he said more calmly. "The mind that gave consent was not the mind that belonged to the body. Dubious consent at best," he said, hating himself. "I don't know what to do."
Slade put a hand on Jason's shoulder. "Let me talk to him, see how he's viewing this before you talk to him. But Jason, he may not..."
"Want anything to do with me ever again."
"Yeah."
They were silent for long moments, then Slade stood, patting Jason's shoulder. "The Justice League has sent a preliminary plan. Talia could use your help with it. I'm going to go check on Timothy."
Jason nodded. "Tell him.... tell him I'm sorry."
"I will, kid." Slade left, and Jason stared at the bed he and Tim had spent the night in. The bed that had been his and his Beloved's. "I fucked up, Beloved," he said softly. "I'm sorry."
There was no response, and Jason eventually got up and pulled on his clothing so he could go back to his quarters and shower before having to deal with the day.