The Waynes (Slow Updates)

Chapter 9: Midnight Narrows

Jason breathes in Gotham's night air. He finally made it to the city he was trying to avoid. He walks down the steps of the plane. Looking ahead black limonene was posted in front of him.

"Welcome home Mr. Todd," the driver says. The driver was young, around his 20s. He had black hair and brown eyes.

Jason takes off his sunglasses and points it at him. "Your not Alfred."

"No, I'm not," The driver says.

Jason walks closer to him, examining every inch of him. He puts the arm of his sunglasses in his mouth and says "What's your name?"

"Lucas Trent, Sir."

"OK, Lucas. Why are you here?"

"Your father sent me here to take you to the Wayne mansion."

Jason smirked. Is Bruce sending people to take him places? He didn't even bother to send Alfred? "Wheres Alfred?" Jason takes the glasses out of his mouth and puts them back on.

"I'm sorry I don't know who that is, Mr. Todd."

Jason stares at him in disbelief. Who the hell is this guy? "Ok so you don't know who Alfred is, that's fantastic," Jason says sarcastically. "I'm assuming your new to the company?"

"Yes, I am."

"Oh that's fantastic too," Jason laughs. "You're fired."

Lucas' eyes widened. "What?"

Jason smiles and starts walking towards the car. "I said your fired Apollo."

Lucas turns around to the man getting into the car. "How come?"

Jason opens the door to the driver's side and says "Let's see you haven't picked up my bags, you continued to have a conversation with me instead of ignoring me like everyone else, and you believed that I would go with you to the place I'm trying avoid. Yeah, you're fired." Jason gets into the car and rolls down the passenger side window. "If Bruce says other whys, then tell him I told you to tell him to fuck off." Jason drives off.

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It's almost midnight when Jason finds himself in a club in The Narrows. Unlike his brother, he found the less fortunate side of Gotham more fun. No paparazzi, no gossip magazine reporters, and no Bruce Wayne. Just people. People who only cared about themselves. A life Jason would have lived if Bruce never took him in.

Jason is sitting on a stool with a beer in hand. Looking around at the bright colors, loud music, and smoke coming from nearby smokers.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"
The voice was familiar. Jason turns around and puts his now empty glass on the table. First, he notices the red hair then the green eyes. Roy William Harper Jr.

~Years Ago~

Roy collapsed in a heap, panting wildly as he lay next to Jason. He groaned, pressing his hands up against his sweaty face, the heels of his palms digging into his eye sockets. With a heavy huff, he reached down, pulling the waistband of his boxer-briefs back over his groin. Slowly, he turned his head to watch Jason do the same.
 
“Fuck, dude,” Jason grunted, “You got me all fucking gross and sticky.”
 
“Sorry,” He offered, pressing his cheek into the cool pillow. “There are tissues on the nightstand, if you want.”
 
Jason rolled over, grabbing a handful of tissues and setting to work wiping the sticky gunk off of his abs. He discarded the damp wad over the edge of Roy’s bed before reaching for more, this pile larger than the last.
 
“Fuck- it’s, like, all down my sides and everything.”
 
Roy snickered as he turned over, pushing himself up onto his knees.
 
“Here,” he chuckled, “c’mon, let me.” Jason didn’t respond right away, searching for an inkling of sincerity on his partner’s face. His grip tightened around the tissues in discomfort before finally pressing them into the clammy palm of Roy’s hand.
 
Roy worked gently at cleaning his sperm off of Jason, his touch so faint that he noticed small goosebumps appearing on Jason’s waist wherever he held the tissues. Roy couldn’t help but smile at the physical reaction, his dirty mind beginning to wonder how else he could tease the boy. Softly, he began to trail the tips of his calloused fingers along the parts of Jason’s abdomen that had already been cleaned. The pleasant touch earned a few more goosebumps and a soft sigh from Jason. Despite his clear bliss, when Roy glanced up, he found Jason face to be completely void of any emotion, studying Roy as though he feared the redhead might pull out a crowbar and start whacking at any moment.
 
So Roy pulled away.
 
He couldn’t exactly blame Jason for being on edge. He was nervous too. Only an hour ago, they’d been nothing more than two best friends, with Jason living on Roy’s sofa while he was down on his luck. And then, only moments later, they’d been tearing each other’s clothes off in a hot and sticky frenzy, all hands and tongues and grabbing cocks in a furious attempt to be pushed over the edge and out of their pained minds. It had been an abrupt update to their relationship status, to say the least.
 
“I need a cigarette,” Jason said to no one in particular. “Do you have a lighter in here?”
 
“Yeah, in the drawer,” Roy replied, gesturing vaguely to the same nightstand on which the now nearly empty box of tissues sat.
 
Jason sat up, tugging open the drawer and shifting through loose change and knick-knacks. His eyes caught on a Playboy magazine and he felt his stomach twist up with jealousy. Fuck. He really needed that cigarette.
 
He snatched up the little Bic lighter and pushed the drawer closed the drawer in a hurry before climbing out of Roy’s bed and reaching for his jeans, which sat in a crumpled heap on the floor. He reached into the back pocket and retrieved a busted up package of Marlboros, yanking out one for himself.
 
“Want one,” He mumbled, the cigarette sitting between his front teeth as he flicked the lighter.