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It started out as a joke.
The League knows that Batman is constantly surveilling everyone on the team. Yeah, it's creepy and annoying but they’ve just accepted it as part of their lives. They know that Batman knows what kind of porn they watch, which side of the bed they like to sleep on, what shampoo they use, etc. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and Batman knows how often you do laundry per week. It's just how it is. Everyone’s made peace with it.
Everyone except Hal.
Call him crazy, but he didn’t want his least favorite Leaguer to know exactly how often he was getting his dick wet or how sad his savings account was. He didn’t feel like it was too much to ask that he be afforded some basic privacy.
Every once in a while, Bruce would off-handedly mention something that he had no right to know, and it grates on Hal’s nerves. Once, after a meeting, Hal and Diana were chatting about what they had read recently. Bruce was still sitting at the head of the meeting table a few feet away from them, bent over some undoubtedly boring paperwork. Diana was gushing about an author who was famous on Themyscira but had never had her work published on the mainland. Hal, naturally, made something up so he’d seem more academic than he really was. He bullshitted his way through talking about how he read The Picture of Dorian Gray, which wasn’t a total lie. Diana didn’t need to know the last time he’d read it he had been in high school. He was trying to string together a half-decent synopsis based on what little he remembered when Bruce interrupted him by saying, “You haven’t read that book in years, and the last book you read was Fifty Shades of Grey. ”
Hal could’ve killed him. He considered it, especially when Diana cocked her head and asked him what Fifty Shades of Grey was about. But most importantly, he was pissed that Bruce even knew what books he was reading. That meant Bruce was keeping tabs on what he checked out from the library, for some fucking reason. When he asked Bruce why on earth his reading choices were relevant to the League, he just said, “It’s important to keep tabs on all our assets.”
Which was just not a real answer.
It went on for some time, Bruce dropping little tidbits about just how much of Hal’s personal business he was tuned in on with absolutely no remorse for violating his privacy. He knew what movies Hal went to see, how often he was at Barry’s apartment, who he slept with, and what restaurants he preferred to order takeout from.
This resulted in several screaming matches between the two. One such argument had been over Bruce asking “How are things with Cynthia?”. Cynthia being the girl he’d been casually seeing for a little over a week. The girl he hadn’t even told Barry or Ollie about because it wasn’t serious. His best friends didn’t know about her, but fucking Batman did?
Most arguments between the two didn’t end in Hal’s favor, but this was an exception. After several minutes of hurling insults, Hal had let his self-control crack just a little bit, shouting, “I bet this is all an elaborate excuse so you can watch me jerk off.”
He was expecting Bruce to yell at him, call him a narcissist or a man-child. Instead, Bruce went completely silent, muscles tense. He quickly turned on his heel and left the room.
Huh, Hal thought. Interesting.
So, Hal decides to conduct a little experiment. As a joke.
He figures there are two possibilities. One, Bruce is disgusted by the idea of seeing Hal in a sexual context, so getting off where he knew Bruce would be surveilling him would make Bruce deeply uncomfortable. Which would be hilarious for Hal.
Two, and Hal’s preferred possibility, Bruce is into the idea. He wants to see Hal get off to fulfill some weird voyeuristic fetish. In which case, Hal is willing to forgive his past transgressions if it means Bruce will fuck him at the end of this.
He sets his plan into motion, buying numerous toys and paying with his card so that Bruce can easily track the transaction. He wants to key Bruce up as much as possible before the final act. He tries to covertly figure out where Bruce has placed bugs in his apartment. Eventually, he comes to the conclusion that Bruce probably uses the webcam on Hal’s desktop. Which is convenient since it points directly at Hal’s bed. That, along with bugs that are likely scattered around the apartment and possibly the camera in his phone, he’s sure that Bruce won’t miss his little performance.
He was briefly worried that being trans might be an issue, but then he remembered Bruce must already know he was trans. Even without his borderline stalker behavior, Hal had to submit his birth certificate to the League when he officially joined. Plus, Bruce was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a bigot, so Hal wasn’t overly concerned.
Bruce seems to forget what Hal had said and how he had reacted. Well, he probably didn’t forget, he just assumes Hal forgot and it wouldn’t be an issue. He was going to find out how wrong he was soon enough.
Hal keeps an ear out for a day when Bruce would definitely be at home and not out being Batman or Brucie. After about a week of careful listening, Bruce doesn’t show up to a meeting. Clark gets a message on his comm and lets everyone know that Batman had sustained a minor injury and wouldn’t be available for a few days. Hal internally cheers. He knows he shouldn’t be celebrating a teammate's injury but said teammate is kind of an asshole and Clark did say it was only minor.
He knows if Bruce is unavailable to the league because of an injury, that means Alfred forbids him from showing up. Which also means he’ll be banned from patrolling that night. Hal could hardly wait.
Luckily, the meeting is short on account of Batman being the one who was supposed to lead the meeting. He quickly races back home, changing into a t-shirt and gray sweatpants as soon as he makes it into his bedroom. He figures he should eat some food first, to give himself plausible deniability. He always eats lunch after League meetings and he doesn’t want Bruce to realize anything’s strange. Coast City is three hours behind Gotham, so while it’s evening for Bruce, it’s still mid-afternoon for Hal. That means he can’t wait for it to get dark, as Alfred will probably force Bruce to go to bed when it gets too late.
After he eats, he takes a quick shower and takes the time to shave his groin, not bothering with anywhere else. He dries off quickly, making his way back into the bedroom. He opens the bottom drawer of his nightstand where he’s been keeping his toys. He thinks about what would work best, deciding on an eight-inch black dildo and a vibrating wand. He has plenty of others, but he can always use them later. He makes sure he’s in clear view of his webcam as he sets the toys on the bed.
He can already feel a pleasant tingle making its way up his spine at the thought of Bruce watching him right now. He didn’t really expect to be a voyeur himself, but people who aren’t voyeurs probably don’t come up with plans like this in the first place. He decides to roll with it, shedding his shirt and leaving his sweatpants on.
==========
Bruce is alone in the cave, told in no uncertain terms by his family that he can work, but he can’t go out. After finishing the case he’d been working on, he turns to routine surveillance of the League. He cycles through various transactions, footpaths, upcoming events, etc. before moving on to the various cameras he’s tapped. He sees Clark making dinner and remembers him mentioning that he was inviting Lois and Jimmy over tonight. He switches to Ollie’s feed, which just shows his empty living room. He switches to Lantern’s feed and pauses. He was expecting Hal to eat and pass out immediately after the League’s meeting. At first, he thinks that’s exactly what Hal is going to do until he sees the toys sitting on the bed.
Bruce watches Hal lay on the bed, spreading his legs and letting a hand drift down to rub between his thighs over his sweatpants. He’s going slow, hand moving in small circles. Bruce can see Hal’s chest start to rise and fall more quickly. He starts rubbing faster, head tilted back against the pillows.
Contrary to what Jordan had said, Bruce didn’t make a habit out of observing his teammates during their more intimate moments. He’d ended up accidentally witnessing most of the Leaguers in compromising situations, but he always shut off the feed immediately. He did have to draw the line in the sand somewhere, and he chose to draw it at watching his friends masturbate or have sex without knowing he was watching them.
He was about to shut off Hal’s feed for exactly that reason but…
It was just that the comment Hal had made some time ago, accusing Bruce of being a pervert, had made it clear that Hal knew Bruce was watching him while he was in private. Hal was a smart man (though Bruce would rather die than admit that out loud) and it wouldn’t be difficult for him to figure out Bruce was using the webcam to watch him. He could use the ring to find any bugs and remove them. But he hadn’t. He hadn’t removed any bugs or put tape over his webcam or jerked off in the shower where Bruce wouldn’t see him.
Which means he has to know he’s being watched. He knows and he’s letting it happen.
Bruce’s breath hitches as Hal takes off his sweatpants, chucking them across the room. He readjusts on the bed so he’s on full display for the camera, legs spread wide.
Bruce swallows. If Hal knows he’s watching… then surely he won’t care if Bruce doesn’t turn the feed off.
Bruce watches, enraptured, as Hal’s index and middle fingers press into his hole. Hal’s jaw goes slack and small gasps sound incredibly loud in Hal’s otherwise silent bedroom. Hal starts fucking his fingers in and out of his hole, scissoring them to stretch himself out.
Bruce quickly checks the GPS trackers to make sure all of his children are out of the house, and sure enough, they’re all scattered around Gotham, with the exception of Dick being in Blüdhaven. Alfred is taking Cassandra to her ballet lessons and wouldn’t be back for at least an hour and a half.
He lets himself relax and refocuses on Hal, who’s up to three fingers now. His noises were getting louder, small moans slipping out every few seconds. His eyes drift closed and his free hand is grasping the sheets. He picks up the pace, fingers disappearing inside him over and over at a rapid speed.
Bruce’s dick is half hard, which is unsurprising, but when he sees Hal remove his hand and reach for the large black dildo, he’s rock hard in seconds. He’s only slightly aware that his own hand has wandered into his lap, palming his dick through his jeans. He quickly unzips his pants and shoves them, along with his underwear, down enough that he can get his hand around his dick as Hal positions the dildo at his entrance. It doesn’t look like it’s going to fit, but Hal seems unconcerned with its size.
Bruce grips himself loosely, barely moving his hand up and down at all. He finds himself wanting Hal to come first, and if he starts jerking off in earnest now, he won’t last another five minutes.
Hal pushes the tip of the dildo into himself, biting his lip so hard Bruce is worried he’ll break the skin. Hal eases the toy into himself slowly, stopping every few seconds to adjust. Every time he pushes it in just a little more, Bruce thinks, surely it can’t go any farther, and yet every time, Hal manages to go even deeper. Eventually, he bottoms out and Bruce is genuinely impressed. Hal waits a few seconds, the strain of taking something so large showing on his face before he pulls it out slowly until it's almost all the way out before pushing it back into himself in a harsh thrust. He immediately starts a brutal pace, fucking himself with the toy so hard and fast that it has to hurt.
Bruce lets out a deep groan, head tipped back against his chair, hand speeding up on his dick. The sound of Hal’s moans echo through the cave, startling the bats. Bruce is panting now, squeezing the base of his dick so he doesn’t come in the next ten seconds. His cock throbs with the need for release. He closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down enough that he can keep going. Then he hears the buzzing.
His eyes snap open to see Hal still fucking himself with the dildo, but using his free hand to hold the vibrator against his clit. His hips are bucking up against the toys, sweat beading on Hal’s face.
Bruce isn’t sure why he’s caught off guard by the sounds Hal is making. Hal is loud in every aspect of his life, why would this be any different? It doesn’t stop the heat pooling in his gut when a particularly sharp thrust with the dildo causes Hal to whine loudly. Bruce double-checks to make sure the feed is being recorded because he absolutely plans on jerking off to the sound of Hal Jordan fucking a dildo for the next month at least. He also makes a mental note to save the recording to a thumb drive and delete the file from the computer because he cannot risk his family stumbling onto this by accident. He would never live it down.
Hal seems like he’s getting closer and closer to his release, so Bruce speeds up to match his pace, feeling himself tip dangerously close to the edge. Hal’s thrusts with the dildo are getting sloppier and more erratic, but he doesn’t seem to care. Suddenly, Hal’s body goes taut and he’s shaking apart. It’s quite possibly the hottest thing Bruce has ever seen.
Right at the tail end of his orgasm, Hal gasps out, “ Bruce,” and that’s all it takes for his own orgasm to hit him like a tidal wave. He jerks himself through it, forcing himself to keep his eyes open so he can watch Hal’s body quiver with overstimulation. It feels like it lasts forever, but finally, it passes, and Bruce’s body feels like liquid. Hal removes the dildo, but he keeps the vibrator against his clit for another thirty seconds as his body continues to convulse.
He pulls the vibrator away, turning it off and looking directly into the camera with a downright malicious grin. Well, if Bruce had any doubts that Hal knew he was watching…
“See you at the Watchtower,” Hal says with a wink before standing up and covering his webcam.