#forgotten draft

It was a selfie, taking from a high wide shot angle of Tim lying in the middle of a bed, his tangled hair blending into the wrinkled bed sheets. Pretty pale porcelain skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, hickeys in verious colors and sizes littered his chest. Around Tim’s neck was thin chain collar, a heart shaped tag dangling from it read ‘Little Red’.

Conner swiped to the next photo without a second thought. Tim on all fours clearly in between someone’s legs, cloudy spit dripping from his open mouth. His bright baby blues staring directly into the camera.

There were a few more photos from the angle tho as Kon swiped back it showed Tim sucking whoever was behind the phone off. “Damn,” Bart’s meek voice scared him for half a moment. “Lucky guy.”

Twisting his lips Kon shook his head flicking the screen to the right. A few photos of Gotham, one of Tim smooshing some city hall officials at a gala. They started to relax seeing normal things until Conner stopped in a video dated two weeks ago. The thumbnail black.

His eyes flicked up to Bart who swallowed hard before nodding. Static cracked through the speakers before the phone was lifted. Pointed down at Tim who was on his knees, hands held behind his back the red ropes elegantly tied around his upper body.

The freehand in Tim’s hair yanked on the strands pulling his head back. Tim’s mouth remained open his tongue flatting out. White streaks shot from off screen painting Tim’s face. Tim kept his mouth open, glazed over eyes turned up in attention to whoever was above him.

The head of a cock swiped through the mess on Tim’s cheek, gathering the come and pushing it onto Tim’s waiting tongue. “So fucking pretty. All fucking mine!” A familiar deep voice rumbled causing Bart to squeak a hand flying over his mouth. Bart shook his head in disbelief.

Conner’s mouth went dry the phone shaking in his hand. There was no way. No fucking way. Kon flicked the video off screen his face going white at the photo that appeared.

Tim smiling at the camera his hand raked into Jason’s hair from the back, holding him close. Jason grinning his focus on Tim as he licked the side of Tim’s face.

Behind them someone cleared their throat, it was followed by the sound of a gun cocking. Bart and Conner froze glancing at each other before daring to slowly turn around.

Tim stood arms crossed on his chest, head slightly cocked with a frown on his lips. Pressed right against Tim’s back was Jason, in full Red Hood gear including the mask, with his nine millimeter pointed at them.

“H-Hey Red Robin!” Bart nervously chuckled hands moving up in surrender. “Hood, good to see ya again.”

Jason’s voice modifier in his mask enhanced the growl he let out. Tim rolled his eyes disarming Jason, twirling the gun around his hand as he rounded the couch.

Conner looked up to see Tim’s gloved hand outstretched. Clicking the screen off Kon handed the phone over avoiding any contact with Tim. “Tim I-”

Tim sighed cutting Kon off as he pocketed his phone. “Soooo,” Bart opened his big mouth. “You and Hood huh?” Kon mumbled idiot under his breath.

“If either of you say anything…” Jason leaned over the back of the couch gripping both of their shoulders.

“You’ll kill us! Yeah we got it.” Conner shrank under the pressure.

Jason took a step back, “No I won’t. He will though.” He pointed to Tim who smiled a little too sweetly at them. The fingers of the hand holding the gun up waving.

“But he’s bullet proof-ish.” Bart stupidly ran his mouth again. Jason hummed digging through his cargo pocket before showing them a small box with three kryptonite bullets inside.

Conner dropped his face into his hands. “God damn it.”

Tim didn’t say a word as he exited the room, dragging Jason by his elbow after him. “Tim wouldn’t actually hurt us right?”

“Bart for the love of god shut the fuck up!” Kon beat the speedster with a couch pillow before running out of the room.