#fade-works

“Jason! Where are you going?” Donna shouted as he left the green bubble produced by Kyle’s ring. He felt the heavy gaze of the nearly all-female Justice League and his own companions as he was now halfway to the nearest alley. The heaviest gaze from Batwoman - her black lipstick covered lips tight and flat and one brow raised. His detective's brain picked apart her body language, a mirror to Bruce’s. She must have been thinking the same thing he was - the other Batperson had lost their second Robin as well. 

“Look, if Raynor gets to meet Kylie then I think it's only fair I meet the other Hood.” He shrugged at Donna, already walking again. As soon as he was in the alley, it would be easy to look for himself. If people knew him like they thought they did, they knew he was never hard to find. 

“Jason!” 

“It’ll only be an hour.” He shouted back.

“The world is ending!”

“Exactly.” 

“Let him go,” Superwoman cut in, “it's not every day you get to meet another version of yourself from an alternate timeline. In fact, I was wondering where I or I guess Superman, is in all this.” 

“Uh-.” Jason ducked out of earshot, already on his own trail. If he wasn’t busy saving the multiverse than he would have been... He kicked the top of a sewer lid and felt it's hollow reverberation - jackpot. He slammed his heel into the side, causing the lid to flip up and out, revealing a ladder leading down into a poorly lit room. 

He climbed down, dragging the lid back over his head. He could hear the news, a male version of Vicki Vale he assumed, talking off the ears of Gotham citizens about today’s tragedy. The room he saw was eerily identical to his own - a low and unused table with a stained couch covered in blankets that had recently been slept in. 

An office chair was leaned back and the scent of Big Belly burger brand burgers wafted into his nose. A woman was sitting in the chair, surrounded by monitors that were a cheap imitation of the batcomputer. Several empty cups of soda and coffee were scattered around the area. 

“Tell me who you are and maybe you can leave with a knee cap,” she said around a burger, not even bothering to look at him. She had a gun in her hand, still encased in Kevlar gloves. 

“Easy,” he said. “I didn’t come to lose a knee cap. I came to talk.” 

She finally turned, showing a face eerily like his own if it were smaller and narrower at the chin. Razor-sharp blue looks bored into him, long black hair framing her face. She was still in uniform, the red bat symbol on her chest sparking with electricity. Her eyes went wide, “Holy shit.” 

“Yeah.” 

“What are you?”

“I think it's a little obvious. I’m Red Hood - Jason Todd on my earth.” 

“Jacin Todd,” she replied. “Wow, I knew I was good looking, I just never expected my alter to be so... Damn. You’re like a goddamn Dorito-shaped hero like on TV.” She stood up, leaving her gun on the table, as she walked around Jason, taking him in. 

“And you’re nearly as curvy, which includes muscles by the way, as my earth’s Wonder Woman.” He noted. 

“What’s with the outfit? I usually prefer brown leather to black - you’re not even wearing a proper chest plate. And where’s your hood, Hood?” 

“Long story,” he replied, “I don’t have long. Saving the multiverse and all.” 

She stared at him, hard, swallowing when her eyes past below his belt. “So you think we’ll have time for-.”

“Absolutely.” 

She shrugged off her jacket, throwing it over her chair and quickly unzipping her chest piece. “Get on the couch.” There was a growl to her command, far too much like a feminine version of Bruce for him to be comfortable and yet it got him more excited - that could be confirmed by the way his pants felt like they were getting smaller. 

Jason shrugged off his jacket and yanked off his shirt, tossing it to the floor before finding himself pushed down onto the couch. Jacin pulled off his mask, blue eyes meeting blue eyes for a heated moment, breath shared. He fumbled with his belt before Jacin managed to rip it off him and tug down his pants to his knees. Not how he envisioned this happening, but he wasn’t going to complain. She was already in just her underwear - was that suit always so easy to get off? - and climbed on top of him. 

She pushed her chest against his, and he felt every soft curve around his own pecs. She was just as toned as he was - symmetrical abs and a cut figure with strong biceps. The perfect alternate version of himself and he was absolutely out of his mind with curiosity to know what it would like to have sex with himself - especially when he was as hot as he thought she’d be. 

He had other questions of course, about the Joker and Batwoman, but all of them were erased when Jacin started to grind against him through the fabric of her panties, sending electric shocks of pleasure up his spine. He had been more than a little excited when he got here and when she ordered him down and now he was fully at attention. God, this was so weird and yet she was the person who knew him best in any version of the infinite earths. She put a hand on his shoulder, increasing the rhythm that she ground against him, just barely brushing his most sensitive area, nearly moaning between heavy breaths.

“How much time do you have?” 

“About forty minutes, not including the walk of shame back.” 

“We better hurry up.” She ripped off her panties, throwing them somewhere in the dark and pulled him into herself until he bad disappeared within her. She was hot around him, the muscle squeezing him just where his most sensitive spot was. She moaned aloud, her back arching, pressing harder against his spot and he did the same. 

“Christ, it's the same,” he moaned. He put his hands on her hips, taking in the scars that were identical to the ones on his own body. Marks from the crowbar and late nights as a vigilante. He wanted to see her back, get a different look at his own scars and the one on her head but she was moving now, riding him like an expert. Her life was identical to his and yet completely different. 

“Don’t think,” she said, “my mind’s reeling, too, but we don’t have enough time.” 

“Just one question,” he squeezed out before groaning as she rubbed against his spot again. 

“Babs?” 

“Wait, your Batgirl, I guess Batboy is also named Barbara?” 

“It's a surprisingly uncommon man’s name.” 

“Very common on my earth.” 

“To answer your question; yes. But we’re not thinking about Babs, we’re thinking about this.” She moved his hips in a circle before taking him back in, eliciting a moan from him.

He nodded and Jacin grabbed his face, pushing her lips against his, tasting like cheeseburgers and a mint she’d probably had before she bought food. Her hands were in his hair, hips crashing down on his. Every part of her felt familiar and strange and he was driving him inside, his body tingling with pleasure as climax was around the corner. 

“Oh fuck,” she cried, squeezing him as she started to move faster. “Fuck!” She kept going and he felt himself begin to swell, an intense pressure building up inside him as she kept going. He pushed his hips up, meeting her halfway and groaned when he came, feeling her press on him far tighter than before. 

He laid back against the couch, catching his breath and Jacin panted on top of him. 

“One last thing,” she said. She reached forward and grabbed his chest as he did the same - his hands around her soft breasts and hers around his soft pecs. 

“You’ve got great tits,” they said at the same time. 

Jason laughed and started to sit up. “I gotta go.” 

“Kinda sucks,” she said. “Well, if you’re ever in town, you know which one-eight hundred-redarse number.” 

“God, Roy did that here, too?”

“Big time. Now, go save the world - and tell Bryce to suck it.”