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Tim arrived on the scene of Gotham’s most prestigious history museums where a heist was in progress. He had donned the Red Robin costume and landed at the entrance, where the front of the museum had been police-taped off.
Tim landed softly in front of the scene and spoke to Commissioner Gordon, who filled him in. “We have an active heist in progress, and they’ve currently stolen several important artifacts according to intel, especially from the English history section. Batman trusts you to get to the bottom of this, Red, hopefully it won’t be too difficult to put a stop to this.”
Tim nodded and told him, “On my way in, Commissioner.” Tim maneuvered under the police tape and entered the museum. Things felt quiet, almost too quiet, as he navigated the museum. With his staff at the ready, Tim first looked at an outline of the area - the English history section was tucked away in a back corner of the museum, out of the way from the other exhibits. An easy target to rob, it seemed.
Slowly, quietly, Tim made his way into the museum. He muted his comms device as he moved, not wanting the signal to distract him as he looked for signs of movement. Cautiously, he moved past the center of the large building, on the alert.
That’s when Tim realized that he wasn’t alone in the building. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he realized that someone was close by. Protectively, Tim opened up his bowstaff. He slowed his breathing to listen carefully, and when he felt like the intruder was close to him, he swung behind him with force.
A loud ‘clang’ filled the silent, dark room as the other person countered Tim’s bowstaff with a weapon of their own. Tim was about to turn on his night vision on his mask to see who was fighting him, but the assailant quickly countered and began forcing Tim to move backward, causing Tim to put both hands on his bowstaff. They clashed again, causing Tim to cause the assailant to move backward as well. They were locked in a stalemate fight for what felt like forever until a strong dodge allowed Tim to put some space in between the two of them. That’s when he was finally able to switch on the night vision mode.
Tim spoke quickly, “Hold on, hold on! It’s me!” The night vision had revealed that the person fighting him off was Jason, AKA the Red Hood. THeir relationship was complicated, as sometimes Jason worked with the Batfamily, and sometimes he worked against their interests. Jason and Tim also had a complicated relationship - they had been rivals for a time, then lovers. Things had soured and changed since they had been lovers, so they were more like friends with benefits now.
Jason looked surprised, saying, “Red? That you?”
Tim lowered his bowstaff, explaining, “It’s me! I came to see what was going on here at B’s request. Why…why are you here?”
Jason got quiet for a moment before he spoke, “Heard there was a heist here. Had me feeling curious.” Tim raised an eyebrow, but nodded, slowly closing his bowstaff. He stepped away, ready to head towards the English history section of the museum-
-when Jason came up behind him and pulled him into a tight embrace. Tim tensed up at first, realizing that Jason was practically caging him with his arms - but this was Jason, the man who fucked him anally for the first time and showed him how much he liked being a bottom. Who ate him out for the first time and let him experience his first blowjob. Part of Tim utterly trusted Jason, even though his mind told him not to get sloppy - Jason was still only on their side about half the time, after all.
Tim squirmed in Jason’s grasp, but Jason leaned closer, whispering something in Tim’s ear, “I found something peculiar that I think you’d like inside of you.”
Tim hissed, reminding Jason, “There’s an ongoing heist, Hood! We have police officers nearby! It’s not the time to get horny!”
Jason chuckled, reminding Tim, “It’s always a good time to get horny. Spread your legs like a good boy.” Tim looked confused, but he followed Jason’s order. When his legs were spread out, Jason unzipped Tim’s trousers, rolling them down to Tim’s knees. Instead of focusing on Tim’s prick though, Jason reached lower, teasing Tim’s pucker.
Tim tossed his head back, completely in bliss as Jason fingered him with his tactical gloves on. His eyes closed as his head rested on Jason’s shoulder, and Jason noticed. This is when he sent a whistle signal to his goons. Then he stopped fingering Tim, taking a moment to grab something out of his side pouch.
Jason chuckled deeply, remembering, “You’re a fan of anal beads, aren’t you, Timbo? Well, I wonder if your asshole is stretchable enough for what I’m about to put inside of you.” Tim looked down at what Jason was holding. There was a long string of thick maroon beads, probably an inch or even two inches in diameter, with a cross charm at the very end of them. Monastery beads by the looks of it.
Tim shook his head, whining softly, “T-They won’t fit.”
Jason told him, “They will, and you’re going to take them. Tell me if you need to tap out.” Slowly, Jason pressed the first bead inside of Tim’s ass. Over the next ten minutes, Jason slowly inserted one bead after another. Tim’s legs trembled as the too-thick beads stretched his hole and went deeper and deeper into his body. He swore he could feel them in his stomach. Tim wanted to cry out, but knowing that there were police stationed not too far away made him stay quiet.
When Tim was full of the thick beads, Jason tugged on the cross charm softly. He reminded Tim, “You know that this is going to hurt - but you were always a little bit of a masochist, Timbo.” Jason began pulling the beads out one by one, causing Tim to groan and gasp, causing Jason to hold more of his weight. By the time the last bead was pulled free of Tim’s swollen asshole, he was barely conscious, entirely overwhelmed by pleasure.
Jason slowly lowered his lover to the ground and motioned for his goons to exit. The heist had been his idea, and the monastery beads that he used on Tim were part of the artifacts that he had stolen.
Tim would be pissed about it - but Jason knew that he would never forget what he had experienced this night in the museum.