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02:56 a.m.
October 21, 2017
It wasn’t a secret to Gotham that Red Hood was the black sheep of the bat family. She was the unwanted one. The disappointment.
Slade might only have one eye, but that didn’t mean he was blind. Even from afar, his nose could smell the hostility they directed at her.
It wasn’t like they tried to hide it either.
If anything, they tried to make it as obvious as possible. Like they wanted to rub it in Hood’s face that she would never belong with them.
The way they spoke over her whenever she tried to contribute to the conversation or how they would just ignore her wholeheartedly almost made the mercenary pity the girl.
Almost.
What can he say; actions really do speak louder than words.
So when Red Hood offered herself in exchange for Nightwing’s life, he couldn’t say that he was surprised.
The bats were manipulative.
They know exactly how to act and what to say in order to get people to trust them. To make them feel like they owe them something.
He believed that Red Hood was just another one of those people that got hooked onto the bats’ little scheme.
But staring at her now, it wouldn’t make sense.
It didn’t make sense.
She stared back at him, unimpressed.
The red helmet she usually wore was tucked underneath her arm, her dark hair cascading a few inches below her shoulder. One strand was pure white, and if his suspicions were right then-
Things just got way more interesting.
Her eyes might have been covered with a domino mask but it still doesn’t change the fact that you could tell that she was beautiful.
Slade knew that one of the requirements to be a Bat was to have a certain aura of beauty around you, but Hood was on a whole other level.
Hood opened her mouth, breaking the silence between them. “What do you want?” she demanded.
A smirk made its way onto his face as he slowly eyed her up and down, taking in how her fingers seemed to twitch with annoyance.
“C’mon sweetheart.” he clasped her chin, gently pushing it up so that their eyes could meet. “You’re a bat. I’m sure you have a few guesses on what I could want.”
She lets out a breath, “And if my guess is correct, you’re gonna let him go?”
“If your services are satisfactory, then yes.”
All the previous nervousness that Hood was wearing disappeared, a coy smile appearing. “Don’t worry, I never leave a client unsatisfied.”
He watched as her eyes flickered over to where Nightwing was being held, “Though, I didn’t know that you would be voyeuristic.”
A small glint entered his eyes, “It’s not exactly voyeurism if he’s unconscious, sweetheart.”
“And if he wakes up?”
Slade took a step forward, closing in the space between them. “With the amount of drugs that I injected in his system, that won’t happen”
He watched as her face flushed at their sudden closeness but before she could speak, Slade continued. “Strip.”
He watched as Hood gulped, before nodding.
She took a step back, slowly taking off her jacket, throwing it onto the floor before removing the black shirt she wore underneath that always hugged her stomach a bit too firmly, showing off her toned stomach.
He watched as she expertly removed her belt, unbuttoning her jeans, before shivering a little when she revealed those delicious thighs onto the world.
He felt his dick tighten in his jeans as he fought his urge to force the vigilante onto her knees.
It wasn’t the time for that just yet.
Hood reached up to remove the domino mask, but he quickly stopped her. “Are you sure?” he couldn’t help but ask, “I don’t need any of the bats coming after me because I know your secret identity.”
She rolled her eyes, “Don’t worry, they wouldn’t care. It’s not like anyone can trace me back to them. Plus,” her lips might have curled up but Slade swears that he could hear a bit of sadness in her tone. “My face isn’t- it’s not exactly well known.”
Before he could ask her what she meant, Hood took off her mask, revealing ocean blue eyes that seemed to look like a fierce shade of grey with just the right lighting.
He didn’t say anything and after a few seconds, Hood began to get frustrated by his lack of a response. “Are you done staring or what?”
Slade snapped out of his trance, lunging at the vigilante and quickly wrapping his arm around her waist as he sealed their lips together.
She froze for a few seconds before returning the kiss, her tongue aggressively fighting his as they both tried to claim dominance.
After a few minutes, he separated his lips away from hers, instantly missing how soft they felt. Although, the whine that came out of Hood’s mouth almost made it worth it.
Almost.
“Think you can handle being fucked senseless on the floor, sweetheart?” he asked, taking in how her whole body seemed to tremble.
“Call me Jay.” was all the vigilante replied with.
He took in the alluring sight in front of him; her face flushed, even though all they’ve done so far was kiss.
“Jay,” he muttered, taking in how her alias sounded from his mouth. “It’s a pretty name, but I think I prefer sweetheart.”
Jay cursed under her breath before she pulled him forward, effectively locking their mouths back together.
Slade stayed still, giving the vigilante the chance to claim control over the kiss. He let her play with his mouth for a few more seconds before holding her cheeks, successfully pushing her face away from him.
“Sorry, sweetheart. But the deal was that I get to use you however I want, not the other way around.”
Hoo- Jay looked at him in surprise, her mouth ready to argue but before she could say a word, he continued. “Are you really going to risk his life just because you can’t handle following a few harmless directions?”
Her eyes drifted to where Nightwing was being held, before focusing on the ground. “What do you need me to do?”
If this was how Hood bargained for all the bat’s lives when she had no other choice, then maybe- just maybe- he’d try and hold them captive more often.
His lips curled up to a smirk, “I don’t know about you, but I’ve always wanted to see the great Red Hood down on her knees.”
Slade expected more of a fight, maybe a glare or even a snide comment. He didn’t expect her to immediately obey him.
It was a pretty sight.
Jay was a few inches away from him, her head down, staring at the floor like her life depended on it.
Who knew that the same person that carried a bunch of severed heads around a duffel bag just so she could prove a point would be so compliant. So submissive.
“Look at me.” her eyes hesitantly met his, “Put your hands behind your back.”
He walked closer, loving how her eyes seemed to watch his every move. He stopped a few inches in front of her.
“Take my dick out.”
Jay blinked in confusion, “I’m sorry, what?”
He pulled her hair so that she was looking up at him, “So you can talk. I thought I broke you already, sweetheart.”
Her eyes narrowed, “It’ll take a lot more than this to break me, Slade.”
He only hums in response, letting go of her hair.
When she didn't do anything, he raised an eyebrow. “I gave you an order, did I not?.”
Jay let out a breath, moving her hands so that she could unzip the zipper, but he stopped her movements with a forced cough.
“Did I give you permission to use your hands?”
She whispered a small “no”, before putting her hands behind her back again. She flushed as she used her teeth to try and slip the button into the small hole.
After a few failed attempts and a furrowed brow, she finally succeeded, allowing her to pull down the zipper.
Slade pushed his hips closer towards her as an attempt to make things easier for the vigilante. He tried his hardest not to shiver while he felt her warm tongue against his stomach as she made an effort to tug his underwear down.
The moment his dick jumped free, he nearly let out a moan at the rush of cool air that instantly hit it.
Now that the hard part was done, he pushed his jeans and underwear down. “While that was a delightful show,” he grabbed a fistful of her hair. “You still need to impress me, darling.”
Without a second of hesitation, Jay leant in, dragging the flat of her tongue from top to bottom. She repeated the action a few times before she swirled her tongue around the tip.
Slade let out a moan, “Fuck.” he grasped her hair tighter, “Keep going, Jay. You were practically made for this.”
After a few minutes of teasing, she finally swallowed him. Her mouth was warm and wet, immediately closing tightly around him.
Slade’s breath quickened. He didn’t know what the bats were thinking when they broadcasted her as a failure.
If she was as incompetent as they hinted her out to be, then he wouldn’t be enjoying this blowjob as much as he is.
His breaths grew harsher and Jay seemed to realize that he was close because she seemed to take him even deeper. Her tongue worked faster and Slade could feel his dick hit the back of her throat-
He could hear her struggling to catch her breath but at the moment, he didn’t care. He felt his dick twitch, and he opened his mouth to try and warn her but it was too late.
He took a few seconds to calm down and when he opened his eyes, glancing down at her, his dick immediately got hard again.
Jay was still kneeling, cheeks coated white. Her mouth was open as some of his cum dripped down to her chest.
She made sure that her eyes met his before swallowing his load with no hesitancy.
And even though she was the one on the ground for him, her head was held up high, blue eyes sparkling. “Was that satisfactory enough for you, sir?”
The way she said the last word was goading. It was meant to taunt him. Tease him. And he knew that. But-
It just sounded so hot coming from her mouth.
“Say it again,” he commanded.
Jay tilted her head, “Say what again?”
He cupped her cheeks, “You know exactly what I want you to repeat, brat.”
The shudder he sensed underneath his fingertips should not have been as alluring as it felt but it was.
His fingers slowly tracing down from her neck to her chest. He played with the fabric of her bra, before rubbing her nipple from the exterior of the fabric.
He felt her body tremble once again. “Sir.” she breathlessly gasped, “Y-you wanted me to call you sir.”
Slade leaned down, tilting her head the other way as his lips trailed down her neck, gently sucking on her skin as he followed the same path as before.
She continued to whimper and whine, and a thrill makes its way onto Slade’s spine. He wouldn’t mind hearing those noises all day.
If he plays his cards right, then maybe it would be possible. And he wouldn’t even have to go through all the trouble of capturing a bat.
From her reaction to his touches, he could tell that she was touch-starved. The way she unconsciously leaned towards him. The way she shuddered whenever he touched her. It was just all so obvious.
He had no idea how the bats hadn’t realized it yet. Greatest detectives of the world, his ass.
Or maybe-
Maybe they did realize it and they just didn’t care. Maybe this was another one of their schemes to make sure that Jay doesn’t stray from their clutches.
It was a cruel tactic, but he wouldn’t put it past them to pull it.
Slade trailed his other hand up her back, successfully unclasping her bra and throwing it behind her.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, lowering her so that she would be laying down on the ground.
He sucked on her nipples, licking her bud until she was arching her back for him. Begging for more.
His hand played with the hem of her panties, teasing her folds as he traced the tip of his fingers over her clit, barely touching it.
“Slad- Sir, please,” she begged.
He knew what she wanted, but he needed to hear it come out of his mouth. “What do you want me to do, sweetheart?”
“You know what I fucking want you to do.” she hissed at him, without any heat.
“Do I?” he playfully teased, tugging on her nipple again. “I don’t remember.”
“Fuck me,” she muttered at him.
Jay didn’t beg as much as he wanted her to, but his dick was practically yelling at him to put it in her hole.
And who was he to decline that?
Slade ripped her panties apart, throwing the scraps behind him. He pushed her thighs apart and for a split second, he wanted to claim those too. But-
He looked at his dick. He had time for that later.
Staring at her cunt, he had no idea how he hadn’t noticed just how soaked she was.
He glanced at Jay, “I’m gonna put it in now.”
She rolled her eyes, “As sweet as you are for telling me, I’m not a fucking virgin. I’ve fucked people before.” a mischievous glint entered her eyes, “Try not to disappoint, will you, sir?”
His lips formed a smirk, “Don’t worry sweetheart. I did promise to fuck you senseless, after all.”
It was good to know that the vigilante would never lose her fire. It was one of the things that he liked about her. Her temper made her so much more, well- tempting. Especially once you realize just how obedient she could be in your bed.
It made the prize taste so much sweeter.
Slade pushed his dick all the way in, lewd noises filling up the room as he dragged his cock in and out of her body. He wanted her to feel just how full he could make her feel.
Jay’s eyes were closed as she begged, “Faster, please.”
He leaned towards her, his arms holding him up so that he doesn’t crush the woman beneath him.
He softly kissed her, playing with her mouth before pushing away.
Her whimpers quickly turned into loud moans. He wonders if she finally forgot that someone else was in the room or if she just didn’t care anymore.
He kept thrusting into her, loving how her walls seemed to flutter around his dick. He didn’t slow down until he came inside of her, successfully filling her up. Successfully claiming her.
Even if it was just temporary.
Slade thrusted one last time, watching as she loosened up as some of his cum spilled from her cunt to the floor.
He wasn’t done yet though. Jay still hasn’t come-
And what kind of gentlemen would he be if he left a woman unsatisfied.
He used his thumb to trace over her folds, rubbing the mixture of her juices and his come together before flicking her clit around for a few seconds, then gently pinching it.
Jay gasped, managing to pant out a “stop teasing.”
He gave her a small smile, “Just trying not to disappoint you, Jay.”
If she said anything after that, he wouldn’t know. All he could hear were the wet sounds of his tongue licking her pussy.
He made sure to keep her legs apart using his arms, not wanting to be interrupted. It also gave him a chance to squeeze and pinch her thighs, loving how it made her buckle in pleasure as she whimpered.
He ran his tongue up her pussy, before lightly nipping her clit. She arched her back, pushing her cunt deeper into his mouth.
Slade felt her pussy clench around his fingers the moment he pushed them in, feeling more of her juices come out as he fucked her pussy too.
He couldn’t wait to see how her cum tasted like. If it tasted half as good as how her juices did, then-
He grazed his lips around her, the saliva escaping his mouth making her feel even sloppier.
He teased her, barely touching her folds with his tongue as he forced his fingers to slow down. Relishing the small gasps and whispers of pleasepleaseplease escaping her mouth.
After a few more minutes of taunting; he decided that he finally needed to taste her. He shoved his fingers in, frantic and desperate, bending it just right so that it hit her g-spot every time.
He didn’t even have time to lick her folds before he felt her tremble. He leaned away, still fucking her pussy even as her hips buckled, coming all over him.
She was a squirter.
Her screams turned to uneven pants as he continued to lazily thrust into her, wanting to get every drop of come out of her.
When he deemed himself successful, he used one hand to pull Jay up, holding her back to make sure she stayed in a sitting position.
He didn’t give her time to register what just happened as he shoved his fingers- covered with both of their cum- inside of her mouth.
He didn’t know how much he missed looking at her flushed state until her face turned bright red once again.
“Fuck,” he murmured. “Who knew that you would be such a slut.”
Slade took his fingers out, watching as she tried to catch her breaths.
When her eyes met his, teary-eyed and red, he couldn’t help but feel a thrill of accomplishment curl up in his stomach.
He did that.
He turned the great Red Hood into a desperate mess because of his tongue and a few fingers.
Though, a bitter part of him guessed some credit could be given to the bats. They were the ones who ignored Jay, barely giving her the same amount of affection that they gave the other members of their team.
He lifted her up so that she could straddle him as he sat on the floor.
He tilted her head up, “Aren’t you gonna clean up your mess, Jay?”
Her eyes were hazy with pleasure as she looked at him, turning her head in confusion.
When he gestured to his armor, he forced himself to hold in his laugh as she spluttered, turning red. “C’mon Hood,” he murmured, brushing her out of her face. “We don’t want him to wake up and ask questions do we?”
She stilled for a few seconds before giving in. He watched her as she leaned in, licking every drop of her cum that occupied his armor. She was like his a kitten— licking for its milk.
When she completed the task given, she looked up at him with clear accomplishment in her eyes.
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
She only nodded, flushing at the praise.
Looking at her now, he couldn’t help but admit that he actually did feel sympathy for her. He wondered just how much negativity she received in her life. It’s just-
No hero would turn that red over such a simple phrase of appreciation.
Over such a simple nickname.
The two of them basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before the vigilante raised an eyebrow at him, “Are we finished?”
Slade only nodded, his mouth not having the ability to speak as she shifted, getting off of him.
His eyes followed her, taking in how the hickeys he made were starting to form around her neck and breasts. His eyes drifted to her thighs, holding in a smirk as he noticed the soft purple-ish bruises starting to shape as well.
She grabbed her clothes, not bothering to wipe away his cum as she put them on. It had no right being as hot as it looked, but it was. And judging by how blood practically rushed to his dick, he could tell that it agreed with him.
He wanted to wreck her again. He wanted to make her scream so loud that it causes Nightwing to wake up from his drug-induced state. But-
The deal they made has been completed.
When she turned to him, he sensed no insecurity or hesitancy.
As if she didn’t just allow him to use her body however he wanted a few minutes earlier.
“I want him released before tomorrow afternoon.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Slade replied, she turned away from him, but he’s spent enough time with her to know that she was blushing, once again.
He thinks that turning her red is now one of his favorite things to do.
Before she could leave, he couldn’t help but comment, “Won’t the bats notice how filthy you look, darling?”
Jay froze, and even her fists were tightly clenched, her voice was as smooth as ever. “Don’t worry, babe, it’s nothing a little makeup can’t hide.”
She flashed him a bright smile before waking out, helmet under her arm, not bothering to give him another glance.
He licked his lips, arms around his dick. That woman was going to be the death of him, but as he groaned in release- he couldn’t bring himself to care.
The bats had no idea just how much their little black sheep cared for them.
And the more he thought about it, the more he knew that they didn’t deserve it.
04:35 a.m.
“Wake up, already.” a harsh voice snapped.
Nightwing tried to open his eyes, instantly regretting it when he felt like his head just got crushed by a mountain.
“W-wha?”
“Took you long enough,” the voice muttered.
He finally had enough energy to look up at his captivator, “Yeah, well next time, maybe try and capture me at all.”
He heard Deathstroke scoff, “Try? Kid, you know full well that I am more than capable of trying to capture you.”
He stared at Deathstroke with disbelief, before he felt the ropes loosen up around his arms. His eyes narrowed with suspicion. “What are you doing?”
The mercenary only raised an eyebrow, unbinding the chains that had held him for who knows how long.
Slade didn’t say anything until Nightwing was completely free. “Let’s just say that you got lucky and someone gave me an offer that I just couldn’t resist.”
“That doesn’t even make sense!” Nightwing argued in frustration, “What the fuck does that mean?”
Slade smirked, “Don’t worry about it kid.”
Before he could say another word, Deathstroke made his way out of the warehouse, not bothering to give Nightwing another glance.
And it pained him to admit it but he was a bit saddened at the fact that Slade didn’t comment on his appearance.
Because believe or not, Slade was hot. And the lewd comments he usually directed at Nightwing were a huge boost to his confidence.
He forced himself to stretch out his back and his arms before he got up, turning on his comms.
“Anyone here?”
“Nightwing?” he heard someone ask. “Are you okay? Where are you?”
He looked around, studying the empty space. “I’m at a warehouse. There’s a high chance that it's abandoned.”
“Grayson!” he heard Damian’s voice hiss in his ear, anger evident in his tone. “How could you be idiotic enough to get caught? We thought that Hood got you or something.”
He felt a smile grace upon his face as he teased his youngest brother. “Awww baby bat, I knew you cared about me.”
Damian huffed but Nightwing knew that his baby bat had the smallest of grins appearing on his face. “I do not care for you. You are just a valuable ally.”
“You sure?” he pressed on. “Not even just a little bit?”
“No,” the youngest declined.
“So you’re saying that I’m just like Hood. A valuable ally?”
“You’re nothing like that imbecile.” Damian growled, “And I wouldn’t even call her valuable, Father just keeps her around because-“
Bruce’s voice cut him off, “That’s enough, Damian.”
“What I said wasn’t incorrect.” Damian defended himself.
Nightwing could hear Bruce roll his eyes as he said the next sentence, “I didn’t say you were wrong, Damian. I said enough. I just need to talk to Nightwing for a few seconds.”
“I’m here, B.” he cut in before another fight between the two started.
“Oracle has your coordinates,” Bruce informed him. “Give us a few minutes and we’ll pick you up from there.”
Nightwing looked around one more time before he sat on the floor. “Alright, no one’s around here so I guess I can just wait and relax.”
“Great, and Dick?” he could hear Bruce’s voice soften. “I’m glad you're okay.”
“Thanks, dad.”
Dick felt like his heart would burst with happiness as he cut off the line, a soft smile making its way onto his way once again.
He knew that Bruce was trying to be more expressive with his affection towards everyone but it still felt new.
A good kind of new, of course.
It was always nice to know that his family cared about him and that they were going out of their comfort zone to try to show it more often.
Emotionally constipated or not, Dick wouldn’t exchange them for the world.