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glaciya:

Blood Oath

In which Jason makes a contract with a demon named Tim in order to get his revenge on Joker. (this entire fic is only a thing because the sudden image of barefoot Tim wearing a red bomber jacket-unzipped no undershirt-and high waisted jean shorts appeared in my brain randomly and it had big demon energy)

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Joker struts out of the room, leaving his mess behind him, alone in the darkness.

The mess goes by the name Jason Todd. Although he doesn’t feel very much like Jason Todd anymore. He just feels scared and hurt. He’s felt scared and hurt for countless days. There’s not hope in him anymore. He knows he’ll be here until Joker tires of hurting him and finally decides to put a bullet in his skull.

He still wants though. Can’t help but daydream about Batman bursting through the steel door and saving him from his misery. He’ll bring Jason home and say things like,

I’m here,

and

I missed you so much,

and

Let’s get you home, son.

The daydream is the only type of reprieve he gets and normally he just loses himself in his fantasy until Joker comes back. Today he can’t. The want is there, but the day dream never comes to take him away from the chair he’s tied to in the dark warehouse building.

It probably has something to do with the bleeding J on his face from where Joker had ripped the healing scab away from the wound. He couldn’t ignore the sting of open air on the wound or the warm blood long enough to let his mind wander. He still wants though. Wants someone, anyone to come save him.

“Please,” he whispers and is met with only silence.

He slumps forward as far as the ropes binding him to the wooden chair allow. He closes his eyes to try to get some sleep at least and feels the blood start to trail down his cheek. “Please, please, please.”

The blood slides over his lips, wet and warm. He licks his lips without thinking and nearly gags at the coppery taste that fills his mouth. He spits a mixture blood and saliva onto the concrete and hears it sizzle.

His eyes snap open and he finds himself looking straight at a pair of bare feet. The glob of blood sits in between both of their feet.

“Hello,” the owner of the pair feet says.

Jason rises his gaze slowly, taking in the faded high waisted jeans and red bomber jacket-one that doesn’t do much to hide a pale shirtless torso-before he makes it to the face of the person standing in front of him. It’s a boy about Jason’s age. He’s a pretty thing, with pouty lips, midnight hair, and icy blue eyes. He doesn’t blink once while Jason stares at him in disbelief.

The boy cocks his head in response to Jason’s silence. His eyes flicker up and down Jason’s form, then around the warehouse room they’re in. He still never blinks. “You’re a bit of a mess, aren’t you?”

Jason laughs. Or sobs. He’s not really sure which.

“You poor thing,” the boy coos. “You look like you could use a friend.”  He crouches down so that they’re at eye level. “I could be your friend, if you’d like.”

The old Jason Todd would have mentioned how much that line sounded like something a child kidnapper would say. The mess that’s in the chair just whimpers out a pathetic, “Please.”

“We have to know each other’s name first, right?” The boy grins wide when Jason nods. “Well how about you call me Tim, okay?”

Jason nods again.

Tim waits patiently with his grin and blinkless stare.

“Oh, I-I’m Jason Todd.”

He then decides he’s definitely gone crazy when he sees Tim’s eyes flash red for a brief moment.

“Jason Peter Todd,” Tim says in a whisper that echoes in the air around them.

The hair of the back of Jason’s neck and he shivers violently. “I didn’t tell you my middle name.”

“Oh you didn’t have to,” Tim says, reaching out to gently pat his knee. “I do need you to tell me what you’d like from me though. It can be anything you’d like.”

“I want to stop hurting and to go home.”

“I can do that. For a price.”

Jason shakes his head helplessly. “How?”

“I’m a demon.” Tim shrugs. “I can do more than you could imagine. If you pay the price.”

Jason opens his mouth to reply but then from a distance he hears Joker’s maniacal laughter. He definitely doesn’t imagine it this time when Tim’s eyes burn red.

“Is that the man who has been hurting you?” Tim cups Jason’s face in his hands and presses his forehead to Jason’s. “Let me help you.”

The sound of metal clanging against metal- surely it’s the Joker’s knife tapping against his crowbar- makes Jason desperate and he foolishly asks, “What’s the price?”

Tim’s fiery gaze nearly burns him with its intensity. “You’ll feed me, give me power, and I’ll protect you always.”

Joker’s voice sounds right outside the door, “Little birdie, are you ready to play some more?”

Jason shudders, leans into Tim’s touch, the first kind touch he’s had in months. It brings a little bit of his old self back. “Feed you with what? I’m not giving my soul to you.”

Tim chuckles darkly. “Lucky for you, I’m not that kind of demon. I’d rather have your blood. I’ve been hunting down it’s delicious scent for weeks ever since I caught wind of it, calling to me from even from the third circle of Hell.” Tim takes a deep breath in. “Since you’re hurt I’ll only take enough to form the bond. Once you’ve recovered enough for me to take more, I’ll feast.”

Jason hears the ominous click of the door behind him unlocking.

“Do it,” he says. “Get me the fuck out of here.”

He’s barely finished speaking when Tim slides a hand back to his hair, yanks his head back, and bites down on his neck, hard.

Initially there’s pain, the sharp puncture of Tim’s fangs followed by his searing hot tongue licking at the fresh bite. He expects that. What he doesn’t expect his the toe curling pleasure that comes when Tim puts his lips over the wound and sucks.

It’s ecstasy. Jason arches as much as he can against the bindings, tilting his head back to let Tim take more, as much as he wants. He never wants it to stop. Tim growls against his neck and Jason feels the vibration all throughout his body. He makes a noise into Tim’s ear, a noise he’s never made before outside of the privacy of his own bedroom.

The door slams open.

Tim vanishes.

And Jason is left alone with the Joker again.

Immediately the Joker starts to speak, likely trying to instill fear in Jason by telling him what he has in store for Jason. Jason can’t focus past past his panicked wheezing breathes or the roaring in his ears to make out what he’s saying.

He left me, Jason despairs, he left me-he left me-he left me-he left me- he left me-he left me-

Hush now, Tim’s voice echoes in Jason’s mind and washes away his fear. I’d never leave you.

Joker stands in front of him now, grinning viciously.

Close your eyes for me, sweetheart. I don’t want you to see this.

Joker lifts the crowbar high in the air, preparing to swing down.

Jason closes his eyes and grins when the sound of Joker’s screams fill the room.

Glaci this is awesome!!!! The new and improved BDE. Also Tim’s bomber jacket/short shorts 80s demon aesthetic is totally my jam ❤ love

This story is so freaking amazing! Hells yes to every part of it!