#bataring

@0akdown-reblog okay. Bruce is Kyle's sugar daddy and gets him all his expensive art supplies. Jason started dating Hal to piss Kyle and Bruce off but then, to his consternation, found himself developing Feelings because Hal is like Roy, but older, and somehow even more obnoxious, which is Hot to him for some reason. Roy found out and has threatened to disown Jason multiple times. The more depraved sexual acts Kyle does with Bruce, the more expensive and grandiose art supplies Bruce buys him because he feels guilty about fucking a baby, and Kyle's sort of curious to see how far he can push it. it's like a Mexican standoff for all involved, except with sex instead of guns. Bruce doesn't want to be here. The rest of them are very eager to be here. they are all united in their desire to tick Bruce off.

Omg! 

You guys are enjoying this circus?!

I went to war for peace of mind But what’s it for?

  He laughs loud and hoarse like a loaded gun with only one bullet left. It’s the smoke of the cigarette he still has dangling from his lips, it’s that smoke filling him up and squeezing air out until he’s full of electric energy. He laughs and in his laughter resounds the echo of the soil he sprouted from, the echo of the spaces he inhabits, the tenderness of bruised ribs and a black eye.

  His laughter doesn’t stop the world from turning, doesn’t put pause to existence, it only adds to it, makes it a little bit greater, a little more worth feeling. It doesn’t drag on forever and it shouldn’t. It’s not a commodity to be had.

  The person by his side smiles, too, a quirky thing that’s not fleeting and it’s definitely private. Who knows what they look like to anybody else that might be bothering to pay any attention. It’s not like it matters. Or like they care.

  “Man,” Jason breathes out, gasps a little between bubbles of what remains of his laughter. He shakes his head for good measure, spares a quick glance at their surroundings - rubble, dust, fellow do-gooders and the ones that fall in between. Around, the smoke he lets out, slow and sinuous. “You know, I kind of get why B didn’t want us working together for this.”

  “Oh, do you now,” he says, smile growing, and lifts his hand with the ring to pull his hair backwards. Just in that moment, a stray ray of sun breaks through the clouds, the smog and grime, framing him in light. Jason licks his lips without really thinking.

  “Oh yeah,” grinning, he puts out the lit end against the sole of his boot before throwing the cigarette over the pile of rubble nearest to him. Under any other situation, he wouldn’t do that but, well. Right now he’s tired. Give him some slack. “But you know what I think, Jordan?” he kind of laments the fact that he took a hit to the hip because it’s making him limp a little. That still doesn’t stop him from moving closer.

  “By all means, Red,” Hal gives him a knowing look, he also turns to fully face him. They are both vaguely aware they are one second away from giving one hell of a show. “Tell me what’s on that smart mind of yours.”

  Jason laughs once more, reaches out to tug on the other’s shoulder. Oh, he can already hear the judgement that will come from this. Fuck that. Fuck all of that. He’s been fighting this ongoing war ever since he was a kid. He gets to have someone bright, and gorgeous, and good, and interested, every once in a while.

  “I think we should do this whole tango again,” he says, breathing out the sound and relishing the way Hal breathes it in, “just us.”

  “Spooky ain’t gonna like it,” Hal inches in closer, so close Jason can feel the warmth coming from him and the energy of the ring wrapped around him.

  “That never stopped you before.”

  “Damn right,” he grins, wraps the arm that hurts less around the other’s waist, “but I’m actually asking if you’re gonna be okay with that.”

  Jason thinks he hears a strangled gasp from somewhere near their left side. This makes him grin.

I feel like you're sorta expecting a good and thought out answer but that type of answer, with me, it's Extra Rare, so

Why wouldn't Jason like Hal, like, damn

(But when you think about it, together they make sense, you know? As much sense as any other ship out there makes. They are hot, so they are hotter together. They'd have an amazing time doing the do. They would work together to piss off Bruce and they'd listen to each other without judgement because they get it, ok

And then you add to that the fact that they have Daddy Issues (or, in broad terms, Family Issues), their economical backgrounds are sorta close (Hal never was an orphan or a street kid, but he isn't rich at all, he's middle class at best), they both are extremely passionate, hot headed, dedicated, self-sacrificing, they both know loss and fear very intimately...)

Honestly, why wouldn't Jason like Hal, damn

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Green Lantern - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), DCU Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hal Jordan/Jason Todd Characters: Hal Jordan, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dubious Consent, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Spitroasting, Tentacles, Incorrect Uses of the GL Ring, or are they really incorrect?, Construct Fucking, dc kink meme, Kink Meme Summary:

The thing is, he’s heard things. Other Lanterns oversharing, or maybe sharing what they think is a perfect amount of personal information. How they use the rings even for that, like it’s just normal to go up to him and say hey Jordan, guess what? During this long mission I got so horny I used my ring to make me a damn good fleshlight and I thought you should know.

  (Ok, it never happens quite like that: it’s always within the context of that type of conversation that grows and grows because one thing leads to another and it’s just that, well, things keep happening so much all the damn time, and this is a pretty common thing, why not talk about it too, you know?)