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It was a flurry of events that led to Jason Todd's eventual confinement at the Wayne Manor. Or simply said, he was grounded there until his injuries healed.
Of course, the real reason he was on house arrest was because he hadn't exactly seeked his family's help when he got hurt. In fact, he did the opposite.
When face to face with the psychopathic serial killer Victor Zsasz, he should have expected to be stabbed by the villain who enjoys stabbing his victims.
It was a misstep, and that is all it took to catch Jason off guard. Stabbed right in his shoulder, not very far from his chest, wasn't something Jason wanted to happen. Still, he was able to overcome the mad man, disarm him, and leave him tied up for the Gotham PD before the adrenaline wore off.
But when it did, the searing pain in his shoulder caught him off guard. It hurt like fuck!
He had enough energy to find his way to one of his safe houses, staggering into the apartment on shaky feed. It was weird, a stab wound wouldn't normally make him so dizzy. It was like he could barely stand up.
Nonetheless, he grabbed a bottle of tequila from the fridge. He took a swing and used some to douse his wound to sterilize it. With trembling fingers, he wrapped his wound in bandages.
Then he had collapsed into his makeshift bed, a pile of blankets in a corner of the room.
At some point, he recalled distant voices trying to speak to him. They were familiar, but he couldn't get through the foggy daze he was in to respond. Then everything silenced and he fell into a deep sleep.
That is all Jason remembered before he woke up in his old bedroom in the manor.
Dick walked into the room after gently knocking. He sighed in relief, a smile forming on his face as he saw his brother was awake and okay. He walked over and sat down next to him, hugging him gently, making sure he wasn't doing it too tightly.
"Jason! You're awake!" He exclaimed. "Are you alright?" He asked, pulling away to look him in the eye. All of the batbrothers had blue eyes. Dick's eyes were baby blue, while Jason's were more of an icy blue; very complimentary to their personalities, funnily enough.
Dick felt very protective of Jason as his older brother, and he was worried sick when he had found Jason passed out on his apartment floor.
Dick had gone over to visit Jason and bring him a nice home cooked meal that he had made for dinner following a new recipe he found on the internet, unbeknownst to Jason.
The poor 21 year old was so exhausted that he didn't even lock the door behind him, making entry quite simple for his brother.
Dick, panicked and worried sick, immediately called Leslie. Long story short, Jason had been stabbed with a poison knife by a criminal, and was most definitely going to die, had it not been for Dick paying him a surprise visit.
That fact alone chilled Dick to his core.
Jason groaned as he tried to sit up, the movement bringing him breathless and in near tears as a sharp pain radiated from his bandaged shoulder.
"Uhhh...why does it hurt so much?" Jason groaned. "I've been stabbed a billion times before and it's never hurt as much as this."
Dick gently helped him, leaning him back so he could relax his back. "Hey hey, easy now. Your body is still tender after being stabbed." Dick said, resting a hand on his shoulder.
He was properly safe now, as Leslie had been able to properly extract the poison before it was too late. However, he was going to need to take it easy for a while.
Suddenly, Dick's face became serious, eyes full of concern. "Jason, you almost died today. You were very, very close." He said.
Jason tried to sit up again, despite Dick's trying to keep him laying down. "No, I'm fine. It was just another serial killer who got lucky. A stabbing is nothing. I'll be fine." He insisted.
Dick's eyes immediately hardened into stern big brother mode. "Jason." He said sharply. Dick was not happy with his brother's decisions, and he wasn't going to put up with his stubbornness right now.
"Fuck off, Dickhead," Jason scoffed as he swung his legs to the side of the bed and sat up. Suddenly, he blinked as black spots appeared in his vision and he fell back, gasping as the searing aching pain shot through his body.
"Jason!" Dick cried out. He ran over, immediately getting him into a more comfortable and relaxed position like before. He gently cupped his brother's cheek, looking him over in concern. He then glared at him.
"You aren't leaving this bed until you are cleared by Bruce and by me." He said sternly. "You got stabbed and then instead of calling for help, you tried to fix it yourself. After you were stabbed with a poisonous knife, at that! You were mere minutes away from dying, Jay! This is very serious, damn it!" He exclaimed, emotions overtaking him as he stood to his feet, eyes locked on his brother.
"Why are you so concerned, Richard," Jason spat out as he glared at brother's face. "I fucking died once already, so what does it matter if I die again?!" He exclaimed.
Dick's face went blank. He stared at his little brother silently, thinking and contemplating.
"...did you seriously just say that, Jason?" He said in a low, bonechilling tone. Dick almost never sounded like this. Stern, serious Dick was quite rare.
Jason flinched, having never heard that tone from Dick before. But he wasn't gonna back down now.
"Yes, I did and I'd rather die from a stabbing than be here with your overbearing ass. And I don't need you to watch over me like a baby. Give me like an hour and I'll be out of your hair, Golden boy."
Then, a lightbulb went off in Dick's head. He didn't do this often, but this time? This was serious.
He already knew Bruce would be on top of Jason's discipline soon enough, but Dick had his own lesson to teach Jason right now. So, that was what he was going to do.
"You may not be a baby," Dick rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms. "But you will be taken care of. Starting with this."
He sat down on Jason's bed, grabbed a pillow, and laid it next to him. Then, he grabbed Jason up from under his arms and laid him right across his lap. He rested his hand on his back, keeping him firmly in place.
He made sure Jason's front rested on the pillows, not wanting to give him any unnecessary stress on his body. He was going to be very careful; but it helped that Jason was in a comfortable position.
Unfortunately, his bottom wasn't going to be able to say the same.
Jason is startled as his body lands on the pillow, cushioning the slight tinge of pain for moving. He tries to squirm away, but his body is too tired from his wound and the aftereffects of the poison to be able to get away. "D-DICK! DON'T YOU DARE!"
He knew perfectly well what this position entails. “I’ll dare as I damn please, Jason.” Dick said firmly. He tugged Jason's pajama pants and boxers down before lifting his palm and landing it across Jason’s pale bottom with a sharp SMACK!
"AHH!" Jason yelped as his backside was attacked. He squirmed and wiggled, not liking this one bit. "STOP IT!" He shouted.
Dick snorted. “Stop? After what you’ve done today? Not happening.”
He landed his palm with even more sharp smacks this time.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!
He was going to make sure this hurt like h.e. double hockey sticks. “Jason, I never want to hear you say that again.” He said firmly. His palm didn’t cease with his words. In fact, they only brought his hand down even swifter.
"OWWW! AHHH!" Jason wailed as his bottom was turned into two fireballs.
He couldn't even move anymore, body exhausted at his attempt to squirm away. Yet his voice still worked. "I CAN SAY WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT!"
Dick lifted his knee, focusing on his brother’s sit spots. “Let’s see how that goes for you, hm?” Dick said calmly, his palm raining hell upon poor Jason’s upper thighs
Dick was going to make sure Jason was ready to listen before he launched into his lecture, and he could wait until Jason stopped the stubborn act. He was in no rush at all.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!
Before long, his whines died down as the spanking continued. Jason's backside was one big ‘OWWW’.
Just lying there, taking each smack in without being able to move or kick his legs was torture.
Soon, he was crying into the comforter of the bed balled up under his face, much too spanked to protest anymore.
Dick’s hand got all over Jason’s bottom. He supposed now was the time to talk.
“Jason, you mean everything to me. Not just me, either. Bruce, Alfred, our brothers. You can’t just makeshift and bs your way through injuries, especially serious ones like this. You were reckless, and had I arrived a second too late…” Dick trailed off, gritting his teeth as a lump formed in his throat.
He was getting choked up just thinking about it. So, his hand did the talking for him now. He alternated from each cheek to each sit spot in a pattern, his palm hard and painful.
Jason cried even harder into the comforter, tears rolling down his face. The spanking and Dick's words were getting through to him, having not realized how much they cared about him.
“You aren’t ever going to do this again, Jason. Getting wounded, hiding it from us? Refusing to ask for help? It ends now.” Dick scolded, smacking his sit spots.
He then stopped, breathing heavily as he caught his breath. He was so upset with Jason right now.
They almost lost a baby bird. He had already died once, and he was able to come back. Now? He wasn’t going to let Jason throw away his life by being reckless. He sat Jason up on his lap, gently rubbing his back and stroking his hair.
“I love you, Jason. So, so much. I can’t even tell you how much I care about you and want you to be successful in life. I refuse to let you die again over something so stupid and pointless.“ Dick said, getting teary eyed as he held him.
Jason hugged him back with his good arm, trying not to jostle his wounded one. He sobbed into his shoulder. "I'm sorrrrryyy, Dick. I-I-I didn't mean it. I don't wanna die either. I-I love you too."
Dick scooped Jason up into his arms, gently rocking him as he walked around the room. He stroked his hair, gently hushing him and resting his chin on his forehead.
He knew Jason hated being babied, but right now, it was what he needed.
He needed that loving support system he didn’t have back at the apartment. That he didn’t have when he got captured by the joker. That he didn’t have when he died.
Bruce refused to let him go through anything like that ever again, and Dick was the exact same.
Alfred as well, who would take his old leather strap to Jason’s rear if he saw just how horrible the conditions he was living in were.
Jason hasn't been held like this in a long time and to be frank, he liked it. Of course, he'd never let Dick know this, but he didn't protest right now, as his backside burned like a hot furnace.
He clung on to Dick with one arm as the remainder of his tears trickled away.
“I love you so so much, Jaybird. Don’t ever scare us like that again.” He whispered softly as he rocked him.
He sat back down on the bed with Jason in his lap, continuing to just hold him and hug him. It was as if he were afraid he’d disappear if he let him go.
Jason whimpered as his sore bum touched Dick's hard thighs, as he continued to be held. Then a thought came to him and he looked at Dick with teary eyes.
"Is...is Bruce gonna-" he couldn't bring himself to say it. “Oh, he definitely is. Tomorrow, though. I’ll convince him to wait until then since I just gave you a sore bottom myself.” He gently patted Jason’s sore behind.
He gently lifted Jason’s chin to look him in the eye. “I’m serious about this, Jason Peter. I’m not burying my little brother.“ He said firmly.
Dick would whoop Jason’s ass every night for a month before he’d let him get away with this.
“Even if it means I have to give you bedtime spankings.” Dick threatened.
Jason was already sobbing, knowing Bruce was gonna spank him on top of what his bottom already felt like.
Looking into Dick's eyes, Jason whimpered at how stern and bossy he sounded.
His stomach flipped at the idea of bedtime spankings, every night over someone's lap. "N-not bedtime spankings."
“Shh sh sh…you are lucky that Bruce is going to heat your rear up again tomorrow, or else you’d definitely be getting some.” Dick said, gently guarding his hands through Jason’s dark hair.
He kissed his brother on the forehead, holding him and rocking him in his arms.
He gently rubbed his back as well in soothing circles. He then gently rubbed his sore spot on his shoulder, soothing the numbed pain.
Luckily, it would heal soon, Leslie said. He needed to be bed bound until then, though.
If he needed to use the rest room? Bruce or Dick would carry him the way there and would wait outside until he’s done to carry him right back to bed. They weren’t letting him do anything physically taxing.
Jason sighed as he relaxed into Dick's body. He didn't want to be spanked again, but he knew he had no choice in this manner.
He relaxed as Dick massaged his shoulder, soon falling into a relaxed sleep, uncaring if his pajama bottoms fell off at some point.
Dick just held him for a while, both of them falling asleep eventually in that position.
Bruce eventually walked in to check on Jason, only to find him and his eldest cuddled together on his bed with Jason in Dick’s arms.
Alfred walked in behind him, resting a hand on Bruce's shoulder. "He's safe and home now, sir. Try to get some rest as well." He said.
He couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face. He gently stroked Jason’s hair and pet Dick on the head before wrapping a blanket over them.
Then, he left and closed the door behind him. He sighed in the hallway.
“Jason is going to be the death of me.” He facepalmed. “Tomorrow, that boy’s ass is grass.” He said quietly to himself.
And that was a promise, not a threat.