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works/535189.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics), DCU_-_Comicverse, DCU
  Relationship:
      Jason_Todd/Bruce_Wayne
  Character:
      Jason_Todd, Bruce_Wayne
  Additional Tags:
      Bondage, No_Sex, One-Sided_Attraction, Underage_Character(s), Bruce_Is_A
      Bad_Person
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-12 Words: 463
****** Bound ******
by cornflakepizza
Summary
     Prompt: Something that never fails to make Bruce horny. {AU: Bruce is
     a terrible person. No sex, but warning for underage characters and
     Bruce's grossness.}
Seeing Jason tied up, which was really horrible, the more he thought about it.
Dick was famous for getting himself caught up in situations that ended with him
trapped in ropes and trussed up for display. His natural inclination was to
talk back to his captors and threaten them with bodily harm, either in an
attempt to scare them or, at the very least, to annoy and distract them from
concentrating on their work. It was really a mystery that he wasn't gagged more
often.
Jason was different, though. He was significantly more adept than Dick at
avoiding the whole boy hostage routine, but that was at least part of the
reason why it was so surprising and, well, alluring to find him bound and
struggling in some villain's hideout.
He was silent as he writhed, focused entirely on creating some slack in the
tight ropes binding his bare thighs, or wearing down the lines chafing at his
wrists. The only sounds that would escape his lips were little grunts or pants
from exertion, or the occasional moan of disappointment when the ropes still
hadn't worn down enough for him to break free. 
When Bruce would stumble upon the sight of his boy wonder trussed up like that,
a number of emotions would flit through his mind. Guilt for not preventing his
capture; pride at Jason's methodical usage of the escapist skills he'd
personally taught him; shame at the tightness of his briefs in response to
Jason's tongue darting out of his mouth, capturing the droplets of sweat along
his upper lip as he wriggled furiously in his bindings.
Beyond that, there was that look he gave him whenever Bruce finally made his
presence known. That pleading in his eyes, never voiced out loud for fear of
sounding weak in front of the others, but communicated silently, directly,
privately to his partner. There was the vulnerability, yes, and the fact that
Jason had set aside his pride to make his will known; but it was mostly the
need and desire broadcasted in his eyes: need for his mentor, for his
assistance, for him, that made Bruce's cock throb pleasurably against his
tights.
It was all Bruce could do to not run his hands over Jason's sweat-slicked
thighs those times he bent down to cut through the ropes, or to leave him tied
up like that and haul him back to the Cave, writhing at his feet as he wrote up
case reports. For now, he settled on immediately retiring to his room after
those fights where Jason had been caught, stroking himself to images of the boy
bent in front of him and wrapped in tight lines, and praying his ward never
connected his disappearances to the types of fights they had beforehand.
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