Ficlet: Caroline | DCU | Jason/Tim | R | 1/1
Title: Caroline
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason Todd/Tim Drake, Jason Todd/Caroline Hill
Rating: R
Word Count: 670
Prompt: For Prompt Battle XII: Caroline Hill/Jason Todd, 'prince charming', smoke, ass, lipstick, nurse, rubber gloves, exam
Summary: Being Caroline Hill is a double-edged sword.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: This is set in what I'm now calling the Together-verse, where Jason is Batman, Tim is his Robin, and Damian is his kid (and the whole family is together and mostly okay, though Bruce is still missing). Originally posted here at PB XII. Because this fandom needs more Caroline Hill.
Caroline
Catching a quick cigarette in the cave as he finished updating the last files for the night's activities, Jay only faintly registered Tim's return, the Redbird parked down in the vehicle bay and Tim himself trudging up the steps to the main level to go change and shower off. A quick glance to check that his partner hadn't been mauled or anything-hardly a worry when his mission for the night had been to run intel on a pharmaceuticals-only drug ring operating out of Gotham General-and he was surprised to find that it wasn't Tim at all coming up the last of the steps, but a pretty brunette in green hospital scrubs, the length of the day written in the set of her shoulders and the downward pull of her lips, despite the perfect lipstick that graced her mouth.
“Didn't know you were goin' in undercover,” he ventured as Caroline hit the landing and caught his gaze.
Her expression turned confused. “Thought you had cameras on me most of the night. Not like you didn't see me getting dressed for this.”
“Actually, I didn't,” Jay admitted, feeling his cheeks flush a little. He hadn't even been monitoring the rest of the Cave when Tim had left, so he'd had no clue his partner had gone out as Caroline. “Kind of a nice surprise, though.” Putting out his cig as he got up from the main console, he met her halfway and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, dropped a kiss on the top of her head.
“For you, maybe,” she shot back, leaning onto his embrace. “Hospital work sucks ass. I don't know why I even volunteered in the first place.”
“Maybe because you make a great chick?” Jay suggested with a mischievous smirk.
“Oh, bite me,” she countered, shoving at him weakly and starting toward the locker room and showers.
But Jay followed, entirely too interested now to leave her alone. “You need a little help?” he offered, feigning innocence and totally failing.
Caroline shook her head as she walked away, chestnut hair bouncing a little with it. “You're incorrigible. No.”
“You absolutely sure?” he persisted, stepping up close behind her as they got into the locker room. “I can make it worth your while.” And with a devilish smirk, he reached out and squeezed her ass.
The twisting maneuver that put Jay on the floor immediately thereafter was hardly expected, and Jay found himself blinking up into blue eyes ringed with mascara, Caroline's expression murderous and his own back aching with the sudden impact with concrete.
“For the last time, Jason, no. Unless you want me to give you a thorough exam, rubber gloves, thermometers, and all, then no,” she seethed at him, hands tight around his forearms. “I do not need you to be my 'Prince Charming', and I do not need you grabbing my ass. After I get changed and cleaned up, I'm going upstairs to bed. To sleep. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm exhausted, I haven't slept in nearly two days, and I'm in a committed enough relationship that I do not need to fuck every half an hour. Got it?”
Suddenly stricken with the way her muscles trembled just trying to hold herself up, her lips quivering with what little rage she could summon, Jay relaxed in her grip, abandoning his plan to roll his hips up beneath her and press his point.
“Okay. I got it,” he said softly, and when she backed off, letting him up, he reached up to smooth down her hair before leaning in to kiss her gently, barely smudging her lipstick. “I'll make you some tea and meet you upstairs when you're done, okay, Tim?”
The fight draining out of him at that, Tim let Jason pull him into a quick hug. “Yeah. Okay.”
“And no more undercover work in drag for you for a while. It makes you a cranky-pants, and just turns me on,” Jay insisted then, releasing him.
Tim chuckled tiredly, tugging the wig off as he stood and running a hand through his short, mussed hair. “Agreed.”
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Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason Todd/Tim Drake, Jason Todd/Caroline Hill
Rating: R
Word Count: 670
Prompt: For Prompt Battle XII: Caroline Hill/Jason Todd, 'prince charming', smoke, ass, lipstick, nurse, rubber gloves, exam
Summary: Being Caroline Hill is a double-edged sword.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: This is set in what I'm now calling the Together-verse, where Jason is Batman, Tim is his Robin, and Damian is his kid (and the whole family is together and mostly okay, though Bruce is still missing). Originally posted here at PB XII. Because this fandom needs more Caroline Hill.
Caroline
Catching a quick cigarette in the cave as he finished updating the last files for the night's activities, Jay only faintly registered Tim's return, the Redbird parked down in the vehicle bay and Tim himself trudging up the steps to the main level to go change and shower off. A quick glance to check that his partner hadn't been mauled or anything-hardly a worry when his mission for the night had been to run intel on a pharmaceuticals-only drug ring operating out of Gotham General-and he was surprised to find that it wasn't Tim at all coming up the last of the steps, but a pretty brunette in green hospital scrubs, the length of the day written in the set of her shoulders and the downward pull of her lips, despite the perfect lipstick that graced her mouth.
“Didn't know you were goin' in undercover,” he ventured as Caroline hit the landing and caught his gaze.
Her expression turned confused. “Thought you had cameras on me most of the night. Not like you didn't see me getting dressed for this.”
“Actually, I didn't,” Jay admitted, feeling his cheeks flush a little. He hadn't even been monitoring the rest of the Cave when Tim had left, so he'd had no clue his partner had gone out as Caroline. “Kind of a nice surprise, though.” Putting out his cig as he got up from the main console, he met her halfway and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, dropped a kiss on the top of her head.
“For you, maybe,” she shot back, leaning onto his embrace. “Hospital work sucks ass. I don't know why I even volunteered in the first place.”
“Maybe because you make a great chick?” Jay suggested with a mischievous smirk.
“Oh, bite me,” she countered, shoving at him weakly and starting toward the locker room and showers.
But Jay followed, entirely too interested now to leave her alone. “You need a little help?” he offered, feigning innocence and totally failing.
Caroline shook her head as she walked away, chestnut hair bouncing a little with it. “You're incorrigible. No.”
“You absolutely sure?” he persisted, stepping up close behind her as they got into the locker room. “I can make it worth your while.” And with a devilish smirk, he reached out and squeezed her ass.
The twisting maneuver that put Jay on the floor immediately thereafter was hardly expected, and Jay found himself blinking up into blue eyes ringed with mascara, Caroline's expression murderous and his own back aching with the sudden impact with concrete.
“For the last time, Jason, no. Unless you want me to give you a thorough exam, rubber gloves, thermometers, and all, then no,” she seethed at him, hands tight around his forearms. “I do not need you to be my 'Prince Charming', and I do not need you grabbing my ass. After I get changed and cleaned up, I'm going upstairs to bed. To sleep. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm exhausted, I haven't slept in nearly two days, and I'm in a committed enough relationship that I do not need to fuck every half an hour. Got it?”
Suddenly stricken with the way her muscles trembled just trying to hold herself up, her lips quivering with what little rage she could summon, Jay relaxed in her grip, abandoning his plan to roll his hips up beneath her and press his point.
“Okay. I got it,” he said softly, and when she backed off, letting him up, he reached up to smooth down her hair before leaning in to kiss her gently, barely smudging her lipstick. “I'll make you some tea and meet you upstairs when you're done, okay, Tim?”
The fight draining out of him at that, Tim let Jason pull him into a quick hug. “Yeah. Okay.”
“And no more undercover work in drag for you for a while. It makes you a cranky-pants, and just turns me on,” Jay insisted then, releasing him.
Tim chuckled tiredly, tugging the wig off as he stood and running a hand through his short, mussed hair. “Agreed.”
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