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Bruce loved his children. Unconditionally so.
Yes, he was far from a perfect father, who found himself more often than not failing to express his emotions well, but they were safe with him. He'd protect them at all costs, from danger but also scrutiny from others.
Which is why he had found himself in this predicament.
Where Tim was a fucking slut and he was barely holding it together.
Everyone from the civilians to the league knew it, which made the whole thing almost impossible to ignore. He'd mostly shut up any bad talk about his son's sexual proclivities with a stern glare or a cold dismissive wave when Vikki would bother him about it.
However, Bruce would be lying if it didn't get to him. He adored his boy, but with each rumour finding his way, he found it harder and harder to look Tim in the eye.
Not when all he could think of is how he would spread his legs for almost anyone. How those same blue eyes that looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky, would probably glaze over in a throw of passion. It left his stomach twisting with shame.
And obviously he wasn't gonna talk to Tim about it. Not when the boy was already getting judged by everyone else. Even Dick sometimes poked fun at the kid when they were sitting at the table for a family dinner. Sure, Tim would only roll his eyes and snap something witty back at his older brother, but still.
No, Bruce wanted to make it clear to Tim that he had no problems whatsoever with his personal escapades. Even when it would haunt him at night when he tried to sleep and all he could see behind his pressed closed lids was Tim.
He was better than all this. He could contain himself like a proper man, like a father.
That all came to a head when he overheard Hall fucking Jordan talk to his barely legal son after a league meeting.
It wasn't one the numerous of times he had caught Kon fucking his son — or Bart, or Bernard for that matter — that had done it. Hell, he had even bitten his tongue when he walked into the showers post patrol and found Jason pounding into the boy. It had been almost impossible to tear his eyes away from the scene. The older boy's jaw hung slack, eyes squeezed shut as he rutted like a man possessed into Tim.
And Tim, god, Tim. He had his back arched, elbows planted against the slippery tile while he was panting. Those pink plump lips dripping with the water that was pelting down on his slim shoulders. Bruce could see how his body was flushed pink from the heat. He almost even wondered if Tim would flush that bright in a bed as well, but he had quickly nipped those thoughts in the bud.
He was the kid's father, for Christ's sake.
So all he had done was restock his son's condoms and put him on the implant.
No, it was Hal's flippant comment to Tim if his pussy was as pink as his lips, in a disgusting effort to flirt, that made him absolutely lose it.
Tim was about to answer when Bruce tugged him away roughly by the wrist, pushing him into Bruce's room at the station. The mechanical door closing with a hiss as Bruce locked it. At least Hal had been smart enough to keep his mouth shut, Bruce thought bitterly to himself as he tried to collect himself at least a little bit.
"I have absolutely had it with you, Tim," he began, squeezing his nose bridge in frustration. "I get you have needs but this is getting out of hand."
Tim just pulled up a brow as a response, his arms crossed. "What exactly are you on about, dad?"
He could do this.
"I understood when it was Kon, or Bart, or Bernard...or anyone around your age but Hal?"
Bruce couldn't believe he had to explain to his own son how sleeping with someone that much older was just improper. Not to mention that Hall was also a League member he had to share a bit too much time with. Did he just have to be okay with the fact the man that he could already barely stand, had been balls deep in his son?
Tim, instead, looked nothing short of unimpressed with the whole ordeal. "What's wrong with Hal?" He even clicked his tongue. "And since when do you care who I sleep with?"
At that Bruce clenched his teeth. He balled his hands into tight fists where his short nails would still dig into his flesh, all to ground himself. This was Tim doing his version of what Dick and Jason had done - pull away and claim their own space. He reminded himself.
Surely he could reason with his son about this? Tim had always been far more agreeable.
So Bruce took a steadying breath before responding, as calm as he could. "Tim, I have no problem with you exploring your sexuality. However, there are certain things you just don't do."
Tim rolled his eyes and sighed. "Bruce, I'm old enough to know what and what isn't appropriate." The boy began, explaining it to Bruce like a toddler, like Bruce hadn't bitten his tongue all this time already. "I fail to see the issue here? Hal is an adult, I'm an adult. If he wants to sleep with me and I consent to that, what does it matter? If this is about it not being professional, many league members are able to.."
Bruce didn't want to interrupt Tim. He genuinely had tried to listen to the boy but all he could focus on was the noise of blood rushing through his ears.
He could do this.
He could absolutely do this.
He could — He could not do this.
Hal Jordan, Seriously?
Instead his tongue just spilled the poison he had tried to protect Tim initially. "It makes you look like a desperate slut, Timothy. Hal could be your father. Not to mention, he wouldn't even respect you."
Tim's jaw dropped open, staring at Bruce in full disbelief. His whole body was as tense as a piece of rope strung tight. The tension between them was growing rapidly.
Bruce knew that he was waiting for him to say something else, to realise he went a step to far. But he couldn't get anything out. The anger inside of him felt like barbed wire around his vocal cords.
"I am not doing this with you." Tim eventually said, turning on his heels to leave the room.
His own body reacted faster than his brain could keep up when he snatched the wrist of his son before he could get it to the control panel. "No." He gritted out. "I might've said it crudely, but I mean it, Tim. This isn't a good look for you."
"Have you maybe considered that's what I want, dad?" The teen spat defiantly. He tugged on the arm Bruce was holding to no avail. He had his grip locked tight around it. So tight that it would surely bruise and Bruce would be reminded of what he had done once he had calmed down again. But it didn't matter. Tim still wasn't listening. Tim still wasn't fucking hearing him.
Even doubling down, like a defiant petulant child.
Bruce only gripped harder at that.
He felt his stomach churn. All those thoughts he had tried to push down about Tim started to bubble up rapidly. They pressed against the back of his throat like bile.
"You want that, son?" Bruce spoke, labored. "You want to sleep around with older men who won't show you an ounce of respect, like a cheap fucking slut?"
Tim just lifted his chin, turning away his head but his eyes kept staring daggers at his father. "Yeah, got a problem with that?"
Oh Bruce absolutely had a problem with that.
Tim's peers? He could excuse that as teenage curiosity. Jason? Tension gets high sometimes after intense missions, he hadn't caught them after as well. In fact he had looked to make sure.
But this? It ate at him. It flayed his flesh raw. He knew how men like Hal were, how men like him were. Tim couldn't possibly truly wish that. He didn't know what he was asking for.
Bruce had to fix that. He had to protect Tim from that hurt.
Wordlessly he pushed Tim on the sparse bed, making the boy gape at him in disrespect. He was about to mouth off again when Bruce slapped him straight across the cheek.
He had to teach him better.
By the time Tim had blinked the tears out of his eyes to look back at Bruce, he was met by the sight of the man's cock instead.
Tim's expression turned owlish as Bruce grabbed his hair and tugged. His eyes were strained on the blooming hand print on the robin's cheek. Red looked so good on him.
"If you want to be disrespected so badly, let me show you exactly what you are asking for." Bruce snarled at the boy. His boy. "Suck."
Tim stared for a few second in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times before those lips settled against the tip of Bruce's dick.
They were warm and slightly sticky from his cherry lip oil he loved so much. Tim had told him it kept his lips from chapping and god Bruce could feel that now.
Slowly and apprehensively those soft lips wrapped around his head. Bruce felt how Tim's tongue almost kittenishly prodded against his slit.
There still was a tiny scowl on his face. The little show of defiance his robin would do when Bruce gave him an order he didn't entirely want to do. Like doing his homework or stand down instead of jumping into action with Batman.
He groaned at the sight.
There was something about Tim that always got a side out of him nobody else could. His pretty bird, always in the palm of his hand. He had always wanted to curl his hands around the tender lite bones and squeeze. "Cuteness aggression" had Damian once called it when Bruce called him balling his hands in tiny fists around one of his pets.
For the longest time Bruce assumed that was the feeling he got around Tim too but now, now he wasn't so sure.
He needed to teach this particular bird with the roughest hand.
So with an impatient thrust of his hips, he slid down his sons throat. Tim didn't gag, only choked slightly at the sudden intrusion.
Because he was a cock slut, Bruce's mind provided, fanning the flames inside of him.
"That's more like it," he gritted out, grinding into that warm tight heat.
He could feel how his boy's throat was spasming around his cock, milking it so sweetly. Bruce mused he could stay there all day if it wasn’t for Tim needing air. His hands had shot out to grip Bruce's thighs before slapping them rapidly. There was an urgency now to those glassy eyes.
So he started to pull back, just enough for the boy to catch his breath. Bruce watched as Tim's nostrils flared to try and inhale along the heavy weight in his mouth.
He cooed at the sight before giving a hard tug on Tim's hair, pulling him back down on his cock. "Come on, suck like the whore you are. You think Hal would be this patient?"
There was a vibration running over Bruce's dick. He couldn't tell if it was a noise of protest or a moan. It didn't matter in the end, he reminded himself. This was for Tim's own good.
But in the end, the boy did start hollowing his cheeks, sucking on his cock.
Bruce closed his eyes and fucked into the boy at a brutal pace, enjoying how his balls would wetly slap against his chin every so often. He knew he shouldn't. What he was feeling was rotten, something he would always swat away whenever he caught Tim sucking off Kon on the camera's in his room.
But this was for Tim, to teach him, not for him to finally act on those sick thoughts. He repeated to himself as he slid down deep again, feeling his son sputter around his cock before going lax. Timmy would learn that the next time someone like Hal would propose to him that older men like them were disgusting for sleeping with someone like him.
The boy gasped for air, a string of spit still connecting them before Bruce slammed back in way too early.
He felt Tim seize around him before letting out a high pitch hum. Those slim fingers of his dug deeper into his thighs, making him hiss.
That the next time he shouldn't lust for men like Hal. Men like him.
Both his hands were gripping his head tightly now, using it to keep Tim still, to fuck into that soft tight throat harder. Rougher. He groaned as spit rolled down his balls, dripping messily on Tim's lap.
He almost didn't dare to open his eyes, to look down and witness what he was doing. Instead his mind just played past images of when he caught Tim to taunt him. All flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. Would he look like that now too? Or would he still be glaring at Bruce?
He had to know. But he couldn't look, it wasn't right.
And yet…
Baby blues with lashes trembling around them locked with his. Tim's blush was riding high up on his cheeks while his lips were swollen and red, coated in copious amount of spit and precum.
"Fuck."
Bruce came. Hard. He felt how Tim's nose was pressed into his trimmed pubes as he unloaded into his boy. His balls almost ached painfully by how hard they drew up.
Tim's nails dug deep as Bruce felt how he was swallowing around his cock, almost dutifully.
When he was done, he pulled away as if he was burned by fire.
Tim looked debauched, remnants of cum that he hadn't managed to swallow trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"There," Bruce panted, having made his point now. "That's how you'd be treated."
They could move past this now. Tim would have learned his lesson and Bruce could tuck this memory away in the vault of every time he had fucked up as a father figure for his children. Tim would jump up, maybe slap him, yell and leave the room. They wouldn't talk to each other for god knows how long… Fuck, he would probably tell Jason or Dick and, God, he would deserve the pummelling from them.
"Dad..." Tim spoke hoarsely, grabbing Bruce's attention back from his spiral. "I don't think I understood."
Bruce felt his brain short circuit. "What?"
He watched as his son's tongue darted out to lick his lips and how his eyes became hazier and hooded.
Tim was wriggling side to side on the bed, his thighs rubbing into each other all while his chest was still heaving from the way Bruce had hollowed out his throat.
"I don't think men like Hal would stop there." The boy continued, leaning back on his elbows. "What more would they do?"
Bruce swallowed tightly, still frozen where he stood, his cock hanging out, cooling. He felt how it weakly twitched at the implication.
"Son, I don't think I should...that's too far."
Tim hummed, letting his legs fall open. Bruce's eyes immediately zeroed in on the wet patch between his legs. For that wetness to show through Tim's suit... Bruce inhaled sharply, cutting off his thoughts.
"Do you think Hal would fuck me with the condoms my dad bought for me?" Tim smiled sickly sweet. Bruce groaned. It was like the floor had fallen away underneath him, sending him tumbling unexpectedly.
"I bet he would try to convince me to go raw... or maybe take it off when I'm not looking." Tim was pouting now, eyes almost innocent as he looked at Bruce. Like he was doing nothing wrong, like he wasn't seducing the man.
"Shouldn't you teach me how to protect myself? Dad? Or wasn't that the point you were trying to make."
It took Bruce all his self control to shake his head. His palms felt sweaty. His mouth dry.
"No, Tim. This was more than enough." If he'd go any further, Bruce wasn't even sure if he ever could go back — or if he could somehow try and compartmentalise acting on his fucked up desires.
The fact he had already thought about it the first time he had walked into him and Kon. Bruce clenched his teeth so hard they felt like shattering at the memory. He had walked past Tim's room during the summer. His door had been open to get a draft going to cool his room.
He had complained to Bruce he needed an AC but before that Bruce had seen no reason to install one. He regretted that choice massively then, when he could see Kon balls deep in his son's pussy. A taunt dark pink ring swallowing a cock way too big for it.
He quickly walked past, pretended he hadn't seen anything and installed an AC that same week. Tim had even asked him why he had changed his mind and Bruce just mumbled a heatwave was coming.
Bruce truly was the worst kind of man.
"Fine. Then I guess I'll have to ask Hal."
Tim's voice cut through Bruce's thoughts like a hot knife.
"What did you just say?" Bruce hissed through his teeth as he crowded over Tim's form, the earlier shame of his state pushed aside.
"I said, dad, that in that case, I'll ask Hal to fuck me." Tim was glaring at him again but it was different than before. It was testing. It barely hid the devilish twinkle resting deep in his gaze.
Bruce could even swear that the corners of his mouth were ticked up into a small grin.
"You will do no such thing." Bruce bit back.
Tim's taunting little grin grew wider.
"Or what? Will you punish me again, dad?" Tim whispered into his ear. One of his hands had managed to sneak over Bruce's neck, toying with the hair that was curling at his nape.
Bruce inhaled, initially to calm himself but all it ended up doing was send him even more into a frenzy when he got hit by the scent of Tim. Not the perfumed Tim that attended galas with him or the neutral soap Tim after a shower or even the sweaty tired Tim after patrol. No. This was a swirl of sweetness and sweat. Heat radiating of his skin smelling like sex. He could even taste it on his tongue.
It was dizzying.
But Bruce knew Tim. He knew the boy would straight go to Hal's room, smelling like that. He'd fucking bend over for that scumbag and let him fuck his pussy raw if just to piss of Bruce.
He couldn't let that happen. He had to stop Tim. Yes, that's what he was doing. If he fucked Tim hard and good he wouldn't need to slut himself out to anyone anymore. Not Hal, not anyone. Problem solved, Bruce thought, deliriously. His hands were already undoing Tim's suit without any words. He was just panting into the kids neck like a pervert. Tim would only be his.
Tim whimpered at the cool air that hit his heated skin. The suit stuck to him slightly from how damp it had been.
Bruce travelled down with it, tugging it past his hips and groaning as he peeled it away from Tim's sticky wet pussy. It looked shiny from all the arousal he had been leaking. Did he get like that from letting Bruce fuck his throat? Perhaps Tim being a slut wasn't all that bad.
"No panties?" He scolded, pulling up a brow as he swiftly removed the fabric all the way.
Tim laughed at that, shaking his head. "Don't like it leaving lines."
Bruce made a pained noise at that.
His sweet son was always commando. When they were patrolling, those seams must've rubbed directly against that cunt of his, against that swollen grown clit. He remembered all the times Tim had offhandedly complained about that side effect in the beginning. Did that mean he enjoyed it now?
He couldn't control himself at those thoughts, his face digging between those milky thighs. Bruce shivered as the heady scent washed over him. His tongue messily licked through his folds, tasting that delicious wetness before he bit down punishingly on Tim's engorged clit. It had grown so prettily ever since starting T, Bruce mused to himself before kissing it apologetically.
Tim grinded his hips up, into Bruce's mouth. A long moan spilling out of his lips.
Perhaps another time Bruce would've taken his time. He would've tasted every inch of his son's sweet peach before opening him carefully. But Tim, Bruce reminded himself, was a filthy little slut. His hole had been preloved plenty.
It drove Bruce mad. How many cocks had spread his son's pussy? How many tongues had explored it before him?
Bruce closed his eyes and tried to calm the anger that was washing over him in vengeful waves.
No matter. Tim would get what he deserved and he would enjoy it.
He lifted himself up, hands grabbing at the back of Tim's thighs before pushing them down, folding the boy in half underneath him. There was a little grunt coming from Tim, a protest against the intense stretch but Bruce paid it no mind.
Dick stretched the boy much more than that during training.
Did Tim take Dick's cock before as well? If he had slept with Jason.
"Bruce," Tim huffed, his face red. "Too much."
Bruce just laughed at that, sliding his engorged cock between those pussy lips of his. It was so slippery, coating his dick better than lube ever had. He watched as their tips would knock into each other.
"Really? Duckie? This stretch is too much?" The older man taunted before nudging his cock at the boy's entrance, slipping past it teasingly over and over. Tim's clit twitched in anticipation and every time he would gasp, eyes big as saucers.
Bruce just pressed his thighs down even more, lifting Tim's butt slightly off the bed.
"Then how will you even begin to take me?" Bruce panted, his head rubbing over Tim's twitching hole.
"Dad, stop, stretch me first or at least, at least put on a condom." Tim pleaded, one hand pressing softly against Bruce's chest. It was adorable at how little strength the boy was using.
Bruce shook his head. "No, Timmy, this is what you wanted. What you asked for, remember?"
The boy sucked in his lower lip and weakly whimpered. His eyes were locked on where Bruce's cock kept pressing against his entrance. It would dip in slightly before his pussy would push back, making it slip back out.
He was so messily wet, yes, but he was little. Bruce knew it was going to hurt his sweet boy. But if Tim hadn't been this stubborn, this bratty, he wouldn't have to go through this. But Tim needs to run into a wall to learn.
So he sunk in, pressing hard and mercilessly. He felt that tight little snatch resist him desperately, fighting him along the way.
Bruce's jaw felt slack from how good it felt. Tim whined and trashed underneath him as much as he could in this limiting position. However, even a stubborn cunt like Tim's eventually had to give way.
They both cursed as Bruce's cock popped past the resistance and slid straight against the entrance of his womb in one go. Tim's legs spasmed underneath his fingers.
"Dad!" Tim whined, his pussy fluttering around his cock so nicely.
No wonder Tim was a slut if he could take cock like that.
"Good boy." Bruce shushed him, trying not to cum right then and there. "Is this your first raw cock, baby?"
Tim nodded his head, a bit of drool running out as Bruce grinded deeper. The precum that spilled out of his cock head left sloppy kisses against his cervix.
Bruce drew out another whine from his son as he pulled back almost all the way. He felt his own gut clench tight. "Look," he panted, taking one of his hands of Tim's leg before grabbing the boy's jaw. "Look how your slutty cunt will take me."
Tim babbled something incomprehensible as his dad burrowed back into his pussy. The slide now smooth and silky, finished by an obscenely wet squelch.
"That's it baby," Bruce continued, "Just like that."
Bruce felt feverish as he thrusted in and out. Tim was so soft. So wet. So addicting. He couldn't stop his hips from pumping even if he wanted to.
And those noises, those sweet noises Tim was making. Little punched out "uhn uhn uhn's" every time Bruce bottomed out. He could die exactly like this.
"Dad!" Tim moaned loudly, wrapping his arms around the man above him. His pussy was shamefully loud.
"So needy, aren't you?" Bruce kissed up his neck before nibbling at his ear with heavy breaths mixed in between. His glutes were burning from the intensity he was fucking into that scorching heat.
"Is this what you wanted? To be a little toy for an older man?" There was still a cinder of jealousy carried in Bruce voice but Tim snuffed that out almost instantly with his sobbing response.
"You, needed it to be you. Dad." The boy's arms were shaking from exertion, clinging to Bruce like he would leave. It was desperate.
Bruce's heart almost surged out of his throat. Tim wanted him? Tim wanted him.
He closed his eyes and cursed.
"Promise me, Duckie, just for me." Bruce responded, lips catching Tim's from the side.
His boy nodded into the kiss. Their movements became hurried, sloppy and needy.
Their teeth clacked together almost painfully but it didn't matter anymore. Nothing else mattered anymore, Bruce thought.
His fingers wrapped themselves tight around the sides of Tim's neck. He was his.
With short and aborted thrusts Bruce eventually came to a halt deep inside.
His dick twitched as he spilled into Tim's deepest parts. He felt like an exposed nerve; Fried and oversensitive.
He heard how Tim whined highly, his hips shaking as wetness hit Bruce's thighs. The way his pussy would twitch made him hiss in overstimulation.
"Daaad," Tim whimpered again, voice wet.
Bruce calmed him with another sweeter and slower kiss. "You were so good for me, son."
Tim nodded weakly before pushing his head in the crook of Bruce's neck. The lashes tickling his skin indicated that the boy was passing out from exhaustion.
Bruce was so fucked.
He loved holding Tim like this.
No.
He loved Tim.