Ficlet: (Un)Leashed | DCU | Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd | R | 1/1
Title: (Un)Leashed
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd
Rating: R
Word Count: 509
Prompt: For Porn Battle X: Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd, wolf, blue, taboo, mine, collar, lust (yup, I wrote my own prompts :p); For au_bingo: Fantasy & Supernatural: Werewolves; For 50_darkfics: Leash
Summary: Bruce knows it's wrong to keep the boy.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: I can't believe I wrote a werewolf AU. *mind boggles*
(Un)Leashed
Bruce knows it's wrong to keep the boy.
The law is clear on possession of weres such as Jason, the penalty harsh and the stigma severe, but the Prince of Gotham is denied nothing, and blind eyes are turned to whatever activity he might desire to engage in within the privacy of Wayne Manor.
That still doesn't make it-this-right.
Keeping Jason in a collar goes against everything Bruce has ever been taught; to keep a werewolf is tantamount to imprisonment, even torture, to lust after one is a crime against nature. But the coil of heat in the pit of his gut has burned bright since the very first moment he found Jason hovering over a fresh kill in an alley so many years ago, all tense muscle and violence beneath the light gray fur of a pup and the pale, already-scarred skin of a teenager. One look in those ice blue eyes, at the fire blazing in their depths, promising blood and death, and Bruce was gone for him, tied to him in ways that fly in the face of all propriety. Jason may be forbidden, but that doesn't negate the bonds that Bruce feels tethering his heart and soul to their twin. Bloodshed in an alley created them, Bat and wolf alike, made them what they are, and no law can touch that.
Despite all that, his saving grace has been his patience. Six years is a long time to wait for a werewolf to mature, for him to grow into his teeth and finally be able to control the change, but Bruce has been good, has kept his hands and thoughts to himself, even as he's dreamed of the future. And tonight, at last, he will truly meet Jason for the first time, free from the heavy leather collar he's worn all these years. Tonight he will bring him up into the Manor and let him sleep on silk sheets, eat from fine china, and shower properly, with no leash, no cage, no physical restraint or barrier should human become wolf. It's a dangerous idea, but Bruce knows at his very core that it will be worth it, that Jason is ready. That he is ready for life outside the cage, beyond the ripped mattress on the cold stone floor. That he is ready for Bruce.
Tonight, finally, if Jason will have him, they will make each other theirs, skin and sweat and nails and blood and come. They will mark each other physically, inside and out, take what they need and give in equal measure, and as Bruce will become Jason's, the Wolf will become the Bat's. Batman will have a new, infinitely more deadly partner at his side, and Jason will be loosed to stalk their prey. The symmetry is undeniably beautiful, lethal and perfect.
Smiling darkly to himself as he descends the stairs into the Cave to find Jason waiting, those wolf eyes gleaming feral joy beneath mussed black hair, the body of a man tensed to spring, Bruce knows it was right to keep the boy.
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Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd
Rating: R
Word Count: 509
Prompt: For Porn Battle X: Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd, wolf, blue, taboo, mine, collar, lust (yup, I wrote my own prompts :p); For au_bingo: Fantasy & Supernatural: Werewolves; For 50_darkfics: Leash
Summary: Bruce knows it's wrong to keep the boy.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: I can't believe I wrote a werewolf AU. *mind boggles*
(Un)Leashed
Bruce knows it's wrong to keep the boy.
The law is clear on possession of weres such as Jason, the penalty harsh and the stigma severe, but the Prince of Gotham is denied nothing, and blind eyes are turned to whatever activity he might desire to engage in within the privacy of Wayne Manor.
That still doesn't make it-this-right.
Keeping Jason in a collar goes against everything Bruce has ever been taught; to keep a werewolf is tantamount to imprisonment, even torture, to lust after one is a crime against nature. But the coil of heat in the pit of his gut has burned bright since the very first moment he found Jason hovering over a fresh kill in an alley so many years ago, all tense muscle and violence beneath the light gray fur of a pup and the pale, already-scarred skin of a teenager. One look in those ice blue eyes, at the fire blazing in their depths, promising blood and death, and Bruce was gone for him, tied to him in ways that fly in the face of all propriety. Jason may be forbidden, but that doesn't negate the bonds that Bruce feels tethering his heart and soul to their twin. Bloodshed in an alley created them, Bat and wolf alike, made them what they are, and no law can touch that.
Despite all that, his saving grace has been his patience. Six years is a long time to wait for a werewolf to mature, for him to grow into his teeth and finally be able to control the change, but Bruce has been good, has kept his hands and thoughts to himself, even as he's dreamed of the future. And tonight, at last, he will truly meet Jason for the first time, free from the heavy leather collar he's worn all these years. Tonight he will bring him up into the Manor and let him sleep on silk sheets, eat from fine china, and shower properly, with no leash, no cage, no physical restraint or barrier should human become wolf. It's a dangerous idea, but Bruce knows at his very core that it will be worth it, that Jason is ready. That he is ready for life outside the cage, beyond the ripped mattress on the cold stone floor. That he is ready for Bruce.
Tonight, finally, if Jason will have him, they will make each other theirs, skin and sweat and nails and blood and come. They will mark each other physically, inside and out, take what they need and give in equal measure, and as Bruce will become Jason's, the Wolf will become the Bat's. Batman will have a new, infinitely more deadly partner at his side, and Jason will be loosed to stalk their prey. The symmetry is undeniably beautiful, lethal and perfect.
Smiling darkly to himself as he descends the stairs into the Cave to find Jason waiting, those wolf eyes gleaming feral joy beneath mussed black hair, the body of a man tensed to spring, Bruce knows it was right to keep the boy.
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