#jayjaychallenge

Jay X Jay

Believe it or not, the gun modifications are actually from the games (link).

I haven’t drawn chibi in years. For @fade-works JayJay challange

Joining @fade-works​ ‘s jayjay selfcest challenge ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ P1→☆ P2→★

The Prince of Gotham──Jason Todd,the most private,the most protected of Bruce Wayne’s Ward,is protect♂ed by Red Hood now.

well, as I was doing the "Bizzajay month" I really didn't know if I was going to participate in the #jayjaychallenge 😅, but I did time and did this 9u9 I like selfcest and when it's Jason it gives me a guilty pleasure 🔥😏

Joining @fade-works​ ‘s jayjay selfcest challenge~

Basically this story is a crossover from Flashpoint Jason (Priest Jason) and Rebirth Jason where he is saved by Priest Jason and he slept with him… and did something whoops–

written for the jayjaychallenge by @fade-works (also for @rogues8 who encouraged this among my near daily shrieking) featuring: fem!jay/ak!jay/rhato!jay because why stop at one or even two jasons when you can have three.

Jay doesn’t like what she sees.

Because all she sees are broken versions of herself eroded down to just pain and revenge, a nasty rusting edge along every seam. Like that is all they could be, like that is all they’ll ever amount to.

She didn’t go through the things that she did and do the things that she does to end up back on that first step. Their Bruce is not her Bryce. Whether their first step is the same as hers, she hasn’t gotten this far just to go back to the start to retrace her steps. She has refused that reality once and she will do it again.

She will not change even for them.

Jay breathes out through her teeth in a long slow seethe, drawing their attention right back to her.

Even when she’s in a room with versions of who is essentially her in this universe and another one if their confusion with each other is any indication at all, she is still the odd one out. Jay knows there is probably a few things that she can read into from that alone but she also knows there are bigger badder issues right here right now that she probably shouldn’t try shooting her way through.

He calls himself Jason, and the other, well, she’ll settle for calling him J for the time being. They are both her, alternate selves and all that.

Universe hopping and falling between alternate realities are nothing new. A run of the mill happenstance. But Jay finds that there are constants that hold true in varying degrees of truthfulness in every single one.

If there is one thing more heartbreaking than the Jason Todd of this universe, of course it would be the Jason Todd of another.

Jay might not like this but she loves that she is not the one at the bottom of the barrel. Rotten apples might not fall far from the tree but hers is hardly the first one to rot to the core.

“So boys,” she starts, peeling back her domino mask to blink her blue-green eyes at theirs, “how’re we gonna do this?”

Jason looks a good mix of caution and concerned. J looks just about ready to throw the first punch. Jay doesn’t blame him.

She tries another way, the way that never works, the one that has her attempting a smile of the genuine kind.

“Stop that.” Jason tells her.

And J follows right after with: “It looks painful.”

“It is.” She answers them both with a grimace that looks no different than her try for a smile. She stops at that because they can talk about trauma, and Jay is sure that there is more than enough of that between the three of them to talk about until their worlds realign themselves to take them home. But really.

She knows herself, and by extension, she knows them too.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.” Jay tells them, the delivery of her words are mean but the way her mouth curves is deliberate. She confirms their hunch without saying the exact words, gives them an opportunity to say no to what could be delivered in every manner that is both crass and explicit.

Because there is nothing subtle to the way she drops her gaze, down to the holsters pulled taut across Jason’s thighs to drag upwards. Slow and appreciative at the sharp cut of J’s waist coloured in black and gray and red camouflage beneath the extensive armour of his suit. Up and up, across the bright red bat of Red Hood’s chest then over the symbol of the Arkham Knight.

Jay doesn’t smile when she catches the hard swallow at J’s throat or the slow rising flush to Jason’s cheeks. She doesn’t have to.

She sees the way they are looking right back at her.

Just in time entry for @fade-works​‘ JayxJay Selfcest Challenge!

558. Once was I made of glass (long ago before I cracked) (Arkham Knight: Jason/Jason, E, 2.1k) Tags: Underage, torture, hand jobs, time travel fix-it, sorta Summary: 

Jason screams. He has never screamed so much before in his life – and he's been doing a lot of screaming lately. His voice is hoarse from it, his throat raw. Every sound coming out of it hurts more, but he can't stop screaming.