to be continued next month in...
Jan. 14th, 2005 02:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
buggerySo Te and I were chatting. And then I came across this image in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wonder_chico's journal -- link not work-safe.
And we chatted some more. And then this story-type thing happened.
Jack: la la nekkie photo of the boy jay could have grown up to be:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v79/jackbuggery/misc/wetnakedphotoR.jpg
NOTE: PhotoBucket has a new(?) no-nudity-even-if-non-pornographic policy and deleted the photo... from my album. The older copy is, bizarrely, still up in wonder_chico's PB account. Use the "this image" link above. (6 April 2007)
Te: NNNGH
Jack: or: further proof that yes, non-erect penises can be quite aesthetically pleasing.
Te: A non-erect penis just says "LICK ME, TE."
Jack: that whole photo says 'lick me.'
Te: ... still staring
Jack: ::wins::
Te: Especially since he pretty much had that body -- only proportionally smaller -- at FIFTEEN
Te: God. THAT in a Robin suit
Jack: uh huh.
Jack: or sitting naked in a cave.
Te: Hell, not even totally proportionally smaller. He had BIGGER legs
Te: ;zlkhv[q0r
Te: I just. THAT'S the boy Bruce was physically incapable of not sticking his tongue into.
Jack: see, if they're gonna tease us with 'omg is jason todd back?1' this is how they should do it.
Apparition
Something's hinky down in one of the cave's sub-levels, so Bruce goes down to reset whatever circuit got tripped, and there, sitting on one of the ledges above the underground river, is Jason, naked and splayed on the wet stone in a way that says, 'Are you gonna come show me how much you missed me, or do I have to get up and tackle you?'
And Bruce just stands and stares, unable to believe his eyes but unwilling to doubt them -- or look away.
So Jay grins his knowing, crooked little grin, and stands up, and swings over. Knees spread wide, giving Bruce the full view.
Only his upswing is going to take him to a level above where Bruce is, so before he gets there, he lets go. Tucks and tumbles and lands in front of Bruce, not as perfect as Dick but as good as Tim's gotten.
Better.
'I've been practicing,' Jason says, and brushes damp hair off his forehead.
Bruce still isn't moving, except where his jaw is clenched and his eyes are starting to water from not blinking.
'I've missed you, Bruce. So much,' and Jay's voice is easy and warm and *Jay's*, unmistakable.
Bruce swallows, and his eyes feel like they're burning the way Clark's must when he's about to incinerate something.
Jay wipes a water droplet away from the undercurve of his own lip with the edge of his thumb, then glances down at his hand and licks the water away.
Bruce stops breathing.
Jay laughs softly as his hand drops back to his side, and shakes his head.
A spray of droplets flies free of his hair, some landing on Bruce, but still he doesn't blink.
'I guess this was a bit sudden, huh?' Jay looks back up, into Bruce's eyes, and there's no masks to shield either of their eyes and no denying that this is exactly who he wants it to be.
Desperately.
Too much.
Jason steps backwards, one pace and half of another, and dives over the edge in a perfect backflip.
*"Practicing."*
Bruce is breathing again, gasping air to cry, 'Jason--!' and lunge forward for him, but he's too late. Jason's stretched out as he falls, arms over his head, form unbroken save for the way he's looking back up at Bruce, grinning. Even at the rapidly growing distance... that's the same grin, the same *joy* that used to be on Jason's face every night back when--
He wastes precious moments tearing the cape from around his shoulders -- the cowl had only been pushed back, not taken all the way off -- and dives after Jason.
The water is dark and smooth and looks deceptively still until right before he breaks the surface. The current grabs him and tries to drag him away towards the city below. He kicks for the side, catches and clings and pulls himself up.
'--uuuuce?' is the first thing he hears once the rushing water is out of his ears. He scans the waterline frantically. The voice is too weak, too faint.
'Master Bruce?' the voice comes again, echoing, distorted by the stone surfaces and almost lost under the roar of the river. He looks up.
Far above, Alfred is distinguishable as a vague shape bent over the uppermost ledge, looking down the shaft from the Cave proper.
'I--' he starts to answer, but his voice catches in his throat, and he has to cough. Anyone would think he just had river water in his lungs -- but he knows better. 'I'm fine, Alfred,' he calls up after a moment. 'I'll be back up shortly.'
Alfred's silhouette remains in view a moment, emanating disapproval and concern in equal measure, before retreating and leaving him alone again.
There's no sign of what tripped the circuit. He resets it, installs the new camera he'd brought down with him -- in a belt compartment, fortunately -- and heads back up without another look back.
When he stops to collect the cape and cowl, however, there are damp footprints still visible on the stone.
end.
Or, in comics fashion, 'To be continued next month in a Batman comic near you!'
Minimally edited from original chatporn format. Um. I blame Jeph Loeb and Judd Winick for not doing it this way to begin with.
other Gotham stories by the Jack
all Jack's LJ-posted fanfiction
or find original fiction here
wonder_chico's journal -- link not work-safe.And we chatted some more. And then this story-type thing happened.
Jack: la la nekkie photo of the boy jay could have grown up to be:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v79/jackbuggery/misc/wetnakedphotoR.jpg
NOTE: PhotoBucket has a new(?) no-nudity-even-if-non-pornographic policy and deleted the photo... from my album. The older copy is, bizarrely, still up in wonder_chico's PB account. Use the "this image" link above. (6 April 2007)
Te: NNNGH
Jack: or: further proof that yes, non-erect penises can be quite aesthetically pleasing.
Te: A non-erect penis just says "LICK ME, TE."
Jack: that whole photo says 'lick me.'
Te: ... still staring
Jack: ::wins::
Te: Especially since he pretty much had that body -- only proportionally smaller -- at FIFTEEN
Te: God. THAT in a Robin suit
Jack: uh huh.
Jack: or sitting naked in a cave.
Te: Hell, not even totally proportionally smaller. He had BIGGER legs
Te: ;zlkhv[q0r
Te: I just. THAT'S the boy Bruce was physically incapable of not sticking his tongue into.
Jack: see, if they're gonna tease us with 'omg is jason todd back?1' this is how they should do it.
Apparition
Something's hinky down in one of the cave's sub-levels, so Bruce goes down to reset whatever circuit got tripped, and there, sitting on one of the ledges above the underground river, is Jason, naked and splayed on the wet stone in a way that says, 'Are you gonna come show me how much you missed me, or do I have to get up and tackle you?'
And Bruce just stands and stares, unable to believe his eyes but unwilling to doubt them -- or look away.
So Jay grins his knowing, crooked little grin, and stands up, and swings over. Knees spread wide, giving Bruce the full view.
Only his upswing is going to take him to a level above where Bruce is, so before he gets there, he lets go. Tucks and tumbles and lands in front of Bruce, not as perfect as Dick but as good as Tim's gotten.
Better.
'I've been practicing,' Jason says, and brushes damp hair off his forehead.
Bruce still isn't moving, except where his jaw is clenched and his eyes are starting to water from not blinking.
'I've missed you, Bruce. So much,' and Jay's voice is easy and warm and *Jay's*, unmistakable.
Bruce swallows, and his eyes feel like they're burning the way Clark's must when he's about to incinerate something.
Jay wipes a water droplet away from the undercurve of his own lip with the edge of his thumb, then glances down at his hand and licks the water away.
Bruce stops breathing.
Jay laughs softly as his hand drops back to his side, and shakes his head.
A spray of droplets flies free of his hair, some landing on Bruce, but still he doesn't blink.
'I guess this was a bit sudden, huh?' Jay looks back up, into Bruce's eyes, and there's no masks to shield either of their eyes and no denying that this is exactly who he wants it to be.
Desperately.
Too much.
Jason steps backwards, one pace and half of another, and dives over the edge in a perfect backflip.
*"Practicing."*
Bruce is breathing again, gasping air to cry, 'Jason--!' and lunge forward for him, but he's too late. Jason's stretched out as he falls, arms over his head, form unbroken save for the way he's looking back up at Bruce, grinning. Even at the rapidly growing distance... that's the same grin, the same *joy* that used to be on Jason's face every night back when--
He wastes precious moments tearing the cape from around his shoulders -- the cowl had only been pushed back, not taken all the way off -- and dives after Jason.
The water is dark and smooth and looks deceptively still until right before he breaks the surface. The current grabs him and tries to drag him away towards the city below. He kicks for the side, catches and clings and pulls himself up.
'--uuuuce?' is the first thing he hears once the rushing water is out of his ears. He scans the waterline frantically. The voice is too weak, too faint.
'Master Bruce?' the voice comes again, echoing, distorted by the stone surfaces and almost lost under the roar of the river. He looks up.
Far above, Alfred is distinguishable as a vague shape bent over the uppermost ledge, looking down the shaft from the Cave proper.
'I--' he starts to answer, but his voice catches in his throat, and he has to cough. Anyone would think he just had river water in his lungs -- but he knows better. 'I'm fine, Alfred,' he calls up after a moment. 'I'll be back up shortly.'
Alfred's silhouette remains in view a moment, emanating disapproval and concern in equal measure, before retreating and leaving him alone again.
There's no sign of what tripped the circuit. He resets it, installs the new camera he'd brought down with him -- in a belt compartment, fortunately -- and heads back up without another look back.
When he stops to collect the cape and cowl, however, there are damp footprints still visible on the stone.
end.
Or, in comics fashion, 'To be continued next month in a Batman comic near you!'
Minimally edited from original chatporn format. Um. I blame Jeph Loeb and Judd Winick for not doing it this way to begin with.
other Gotham stories by the Jack
all Jack's LJ-posted fanfiction
or find original fiction here
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Date: 2005-01-14 12:24 pm (UTC)Water! And-naked Jay! And- and-
Oh, oh. I want this to be canon *so bad.*
*thumbs up*
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Date: 2005-01-17 02:11 am (UTC)If only!
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Date: 2005-01-14 12:30 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-01-14 01:27 pm (UTC)Oh JAY. And water. And poor, poor, poor Bruce. Guh. <3.
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Date: 2005-01-17 02:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-17 02:48 am (UTC)My dreams shall be good dreams tonight. Eeeee! It manages to be dreamlike and sexy and haunting all at once. You'd get me using the '*wins*' icon, only it's disturbingly wholesome to use in a context like this. So you get me using the best confectionary-related icon ever instead.
I want to ask for this for one-nine-hundred (I am a grabby hoarding bowerbird), but I wouldn't be able to put the image or a link to the image with it (my host and I have a policy whereby I don't upload anything she'll get in trouble for and she ignores the things I do upload) and that seems unfair. What's your opinion on the subject?
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Date: 2005-01-17 03:32 am (UTC)Here's a possible solution for you. I really ought to save off my own copy of that image and have the link point to my own photobucket account rather than continuing to sponge off
(I always liked bowerbirds. Especially the blue ones.)
My dreams shall be good dreams tonight. Eeeee! It manages to be dreamlike and sexy and haunting all at once.
::wriggles happily:: Any Jason story Mary enjoys is a good Jason story indeed.
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Date: 2005-01-21 05:49 pm (UTC)Desperately.
Too much.
Jason steps backwards, one pace and half of another, and dives over the edge in a perfect backflip.
ACK! Jay, you tease!
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