Jason Todd Appreciation

Jason knew that something had happened, objectively.

He'd seen Bludhaven explode, even if he'd been a little bit preoccupied with the other shit going on at the time.

Like the fever lit beneath his skin that he'd thought had come from the adrenaline and rage that he felt.

Until he'd removed his helmet and Bruce's nostrils had flared and the Joker had started laughing.

He still hadn't understood, not until Bruce had dragged him out of the rubble and brought him back to the manor (not home, not anymore).

Jason had been disarmed and bathed and bandaged and dumped into Bruce's bed alongside the largest pile of blankets and pillows that Jason had ever seen.

Which. Was weird.

Bruce hadn't like. Tied him up or anything.

He'd thought it was the potential head wounds that had him feeling so dizzy, that had him tired and lethargic and wanting nothing more than to curl up in the bedding and sleep for a millennia.

Actually, no, there was still an itch beneath his skin.

The urge to sink his teeth into something and never let go.

He hated Bruce. He did.

Yet he'd been so eager to drag him into the messy nest of blankets that he'd made.

Let Bruce pin him down with barely a fight.

Then Bruce had--

He'd--

Jason had felt so full, so complete for the first time since he'd come back.

Then Bruce had pressed his mouth against Jason's nape and bit down.

Jason. Hadn't been able to bring himself to leave after that.

He felt... tethered, in a way that he wasn't entirely sure that he liked but that he couldn't seem to escape.

Even after the fever had broken and Jason had come back to himself, in his right mind for the first time in what must have been a week, sticky and covered in sweat and come with throbbing bites across his neck and shoulders and an indescribable ache in his ass-- He couldn't seem to gather the same levels of vitriol that he'd had before.

Bruce hadn't talked to him much, not that Jason had had much interest in talking; more focused on trying to get Bruce's cock back in his ass.

Which was. Uncharacteristic.

He hadn't had too long after the fever broke to reconsider his life choices before Dick was being deposited into his nest, exhausted and furious and still reeking of blood and smoke.

So Jason had pinned him down, licking at the patches of skin where the bitter scent was the strongest, soothing them with his tongue until Dick got with the program and rolled Jason over and fucked him too, which made Jason's brain turn off again.