[Fic] so you say the universe is vast (DCU)
- Fandom: DCU
- Pairing: Ra's al Ghul/Jason Todd
- Tags: Age Difference, Implied Sexual Content
- Word-Count: 1117
- Status: Complete
- First Published: 2021-10-31
- Disclaimer: I do not own the DCU or the Batman franchise and make no profit from this—it is solely a hobby for fun, with no financial compensation.
Summary:
There was nothing quite like having to sneak out of your own place because Batman was descending upon it, and he wouldn't approve of your companion.
Notes:
Flufftober 2021: Day 2 - Sneaking Out Together
Work Text:
"Hurry up," Jason snapped, his foot tapping on the floor irritability.
Ra's al Ghul merely clicked his tongue and continued to get dressed in a snail-like pace. He was taking his sweet time just to mess with him, Jason knew it. Ra's was a fucking ninja, there was no way he wouldn't be so slow unless he wanted to. Which meant that it was probably a thinly veiled criticism of the way Jason was dealing with the situation, or something.
In his defense, the situation was Batman was on his way here. If they didn't hurry up and get the hell out of here, Batman was going to catch them. Them, as in Ra's al Ghul and Jason Todd. These two. Together. Without trying to kill each other.
Maybe Jason should get his gun and attack Ra's as soon as Batman was within sight. If he was vicious enough, he might be able to convince Bruce that no, he really didn't know what Ra's was doing here, it was a very unwelcome surprise, definitely. Maybe they could even team up against Ra's and Batman would be too distracted to realize why Jason was lagging.
Maybe— "How far out is my dear detective?" Ra's asked, adjusting his shirt in front of the mirror like a prima donna.
Jason rolled his eyes and said, "Ew."
"Don't be difficult," Ra's chided, voice still low and husky. Jason's gut churned a little when he thought about what they'd just finished doing, what they could have been doing right now. If only Batman hadn't decided that today was a _great day_to visit Jason. Without prior warning.
If it hadn't been for Oracle, he might have been caught sans pants.
And any other clothing.
For... reasons.
"Batman is going to kill you," Jason snarked, going over to the window that lead to the fire escape down to the alley. Quickest way out, though it was annoyingly predictable. But this wasn't a safe house, this was his actual apartment, and he hadn't put in quite as many precautions as he should. Foolishly, he'd thought that Batman would respect his privacy and stay away.
"Oh, he can certainly try," Ra's laughed. He finally stepped away from the mirror and joined Jason by the window, glancing outside before he turned to Jason. His eyes were so steady and calm that it was almost frightening.
Jason sighed. "Come on, get out," he said and nodded to the window.
Ra's smirked. "You could join me," he drawled, his eyes shifting to look at the trail of hickeys on Jason's neck.
Jason pushed down the urge to blush. Then he actually thought about it; Bruce was breaking their unspoken deal not to intrude on each others homes. Oracle would have told him if what Bruce wanted was actually important, so there was really no reason for him to stick around. He didn't owe the man anything, just because they were on better terms now.
"I'll get my shoes," Jason said and immediately flew off to do just that. He turned off all the lights as he went, the only lighting in the apartment left being what steamed in through the windows. Being night, those were only city lights.
Returning to the window in the bedroom, Jason was met with the sight of Ra's sitting on the open window's ledge, his head tilted back against the window frame and his eyes half-lidded. Jason's steps faltered for the briefest seconds, his heartbeat loud in his ears, before he threw all those feelings into a box and locked it. And threw it down a deep, dark well, just to be safe.
Ra's turned his head and smiled, "Ah, ready to go?" he asked, and Jason nodded.
He crossed the room and stopped in front of the window, throwing out all his doubts in favor of focusing on the now. "Move it, old man," he said, raising an eyebrow.
Ra's' lips twitched, and he hummed. "Give me a kiss," he demanded, voice low.
Jason's eyes narrowed. He glanced out the window, but he couldn't see Batman anywhere. And he'd probably be coming from the other direction... damnit, why not? He'd lost a minimum of two days of sex thanks to Brucie's sudden desire to visit, so he should absolutely be comforted.
He shrugged. Leaning over, he placed a hand on Ra's muscled chest—his shirt so thin that it hid nothing—and pressed their lips together. Softly, he stayed put as he waited to see how Ra's would react, if he'd be getting a knife to his gut for his nerve. But Ra's merely pressed closer to Jason, his hand landing on his neck and curling around it.
Jason gulped, his eyelids fluttering, and allowed himself to be lost in the kiss for a moment. But only a moment. Batman was still headed here, after all.
Easing back slightly, though still within Ra's grip, Jason cleared his throat. "We should, ah, get going," he muttered, scowling when Ra's chuckled softly.
"As my Beloved wishes," Ra's murmured, voice soft. Jason cleared his throat again, and squared his shoulders back.
Sneaking out through the window was easy, despite Jason having to ignore everything his body was doing. How the hell they'd gotten to this point, he really couldn't tell. He was one-hundred percent certain that this was never what either of them wanted, or intended. But. Well, what the hell could be done about it now?
Scaling down the fire-escape at his top speed, Jason muttered mushily, "This is all your fault, old man."
Ra's laughed, and that he didn't just murder Jason when Jason said shit like that was... fucking unbelievable. "Don't worry, Beloved, I'll keep you safe from our dear detective."
Jason rolled his eyes, said, "I'd rather you'd quit saying bullshit like that," and dropped down to the ground. He glanced around, but so far it seemed like they were safe. Shoving his hair back, he stalked over to the motorcycle sitting under a dirty sheet with a sign on it saying property of Red Hood, steal at your own risk.
...He was maybe drunk when he'd done that. But hey, it worked.
Getting the bike started, he threw a bright pink helmet at Ra's. At the look of blatant disgust on the man's face, Jason snorted and said, "So the cameras won't recognize you."
Ra's lips thinned, his eyes narrowing, but he didn't say anything. Merely sat down behind him and curled his arms around Jason's waist, their bodies neatly lined up. The warmth traveled from his back all the way to his hands, his fingers tingling.
Jason clicked his tongue in annoyance, and they flew off into the night.
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