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Tim had been in some crazy situations, but this? This was next level. His body was roughly an inch tall, stuck clinging for dear life to Jason’s lower lip. A stupid teleportation accident had landed him there after a routine mission with Titans, and now, as he hung onto the edge of Jason’s mouth, he was forced to watch something he could never have predicted. Not in a million years.
Dick Grayson was staring at Jason. Like, really staring. The kind of look that had a thousand silent conversations running underneath it. There was no mistaking the shift in the air between them. Dick's half smile, the way his eyes crinkled just a bit under his domino mask -- it wasn’t playful banter anymore. This was different.
Jason didn’t seem fazed. His jaw clenched, but his posture relaxed. He was still in his Red Hood suit, dirt from the alley clinging to his boots.
“You got somethin’ on your mind, Grayson?” His tone was low, almost teasing, but it carried the weight of a challenge.
Tim's mind raced. Wait. Hold on. Are they... His thoughts broke off, shattered by the sight of Dick leaning in, close enough for Tim to practically feel the heat off their bodies from his awkward, miniature vantage point. And then it happened.
Oh my god, Dick’s kissing him.
Jason responded, kissing back without hesitation. Rough, demanding, like this wasn’t the first time. And for the briefest second, Tim forgot about his predicament, frozen in shock. Jason Todd and Dick Grayson. Together. Seriously?
Suddenly, his grip on Jason’s lip faltered. He was too stunned to even think about steadying himself when Dick’s tongue brushed Jason’s mouth -- no, brushed him -- and Tim tumbled into the humid, sweltering cavern of Dick’s mouth.
He was drowning in saliva. This is so gross, this is so--
Dick’s head jerked back. “Wait...what the hell?” He fished around in his mouth, fingers closing around something too small to be anything human-sized.
The confusion on Dick’s face twisted into amusement as he pulled Tim out, holding him between his thumb and forefinger. His eyes narrowed, a slow grin creeping onto his face. “Well, well, well,” Dick said, turning the tiny figure over in his hand. “Looks like we had a little voyeur on our hands.” He glanced over at Jason, his grin widening. “What do you think, Jay? Should we let him join the show?”
Jason’s eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Creepy little bastard shrinks himself down to watch us? Gotta admit, that takes guts.”
Tim squirmed in Dick’s grip, waving his arms desperately, trying to get a word out. It's me! he tried to scream, but at his size, his voice was little more than a squeak. And neither of them seemed to recognize him.
Dick's eyes sparkled with mischief as he lifted Tim closer, inspecting him.
“Aww, look at him squirm. Kinda cute, don’t you think?”
Jason huffed a laugh, though his expression was still edged with suspicion. “Cute? Yeah, sure. Creepy as hell is more like it.” His eyes flicked down to Tim again, narrowing. “Still, maybe the little perv earned a front-row seat after all.”
Tim's heart pounded in his chest. This is not how tonight was supposed to go.
Dick leaned in again, that playful smirk firmly in place. “What do you say, tiny? You up for it?”
“No. No, I am not up for it,” Tim tried to scream, but all that came out was a pathetic, mouse-like squeak. Neither Jason nor Dick seemed to notice or care.
Jason’s eyes stayed narrowed, lips pressing into a thin line under his mask. “Something’s off about this. You sure it’s just some freak? We’re in Gotham, Grayson. Could be one of your stalkers. God knows you’ve got enough of 'em.” His voice had that signature gruff edge, suspicious but not overly rattled.
Dick, on the other hand, was way too nonchalant about the whole thing, rolling his eyes with a smirk. “Come on, Jay, it’s probably just some perv who figured out a way to shrink himself. I mean, we deal with weirder stuff on a regular basis. This? This is barely on the scale.” His thumb flicked Tim around, treating him like some kind of weird bug that had interrupted their night. “Maybe he’s a Red Hood fanboy,” Dick teased, his voice light, carefree -- like they weren’t dealing with a literal tiny person who could very well be a meta for all they knew.
Jason’s lip curled. “Fan of mine, huh? I don’t think so.” But before Tim could even react to the escalating disaster, Dick just dropped him. Not onto the ground. Oh no. Right into Jason’s mouth.
Tim barely had a second to brace himself before he was sliding over Jason’s lower lip, tumbling directly onto his tongue. The world became all wet heat and overwhelming pressure, Jason’s tongue shoving him back, rolling him against the roof of his mouth. He was sloshed back and forth in a relentless onslaught of muscle and saliva, every attempt to scream or fight completely useless. It was like being trapped inside a humid washing machine, every movement overpowering him.
He tried pushing against Jason’s tongue, but that only made Jason grunt in mild annoyance, sending another wave of spit over Tim. This is disgusting.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, Jason’s mouth opened again, only for Tim to get a brief glimpse of the alley’s grimy walls before he was tossed, literally thrown, into Dick’s waiting mouth as they kissed. The transition was jarring; Jason’s tongue had been rough and aggressive, but Dick’s? Dick’s was smoother, more purposeful, like he was savoring the moment. Not that it made any of this better. It was still hell.
Tim flailed, trying desperately to keep from being swallowed by either of them, his tiny body shoved around between two sets of tongues like a piece of candy. One second he was pressed up against Jason’s teeth, the next he was practically drowning as Dick’s tongue curled around him, pushing him deeper into his mouth.
Oh my god, I’m going to die here. This had to be some kind of cosmic punishment. Maybe the Joker had actually killed him, and this was some twisted version of hell. His own personal torment, trapped between Dick and Jason’s mouths for all eternity.
The worst part? They were still kissing. Dick pulled back slightly to breathe, letting Jason mumble something that Tim couldn’t hear over the sound of the wet sloshing around him.
Dick chuckled, his voice a little muffled with his mouth still partially open, “See? Nothing to worry about. Just some wannabe creep. Probably thought he could get a free show.”
“Yeah, well, he’s getting more than he bargained for now,” Jason grunted, clearly still half-skeptical but apparently willing to go along with it for the moment.
Tim, meanwhile, was helpless, utterly at their mercy, praying for some miracle that might end his suffering. How is this happening? If he ever got out of this alive, he was going to rethink every decision he’d ever made leading up to this moment.
The kiss between Jason and Dick finally broke, the world tilting for Tim as Dick’s mouth opened. He thought for a brief moment, just maybe, he’d get a breath of air -- a chance to scream loud enough to get them to finally realize who he was -- but no. Instead, he was jerked back into Dick’s mouth. It was like being stuck in a wet sauna, the slick heat closing in on him, and the taste of saliva coating every inch of his body.
This has to be the worst day of my life.
Jason’s voice cut through the wet, muffled haze. “So, what do we do with him?” There was an edge of suspicion still, but the amusement in his voice made it clear he wasn’t taking any of this seriously. Of course Jason thought he was some kind of pervert. Tim could almost hear that smug grin on his face.
Tim pushed hard against Dick’s tongue, trying to kick his way to freedom, but it only earned him a hum of amusement from Dick as his massive tongue curled and pushed him deeper toward the back of his throat.
“Mm, I dunno,” Dick mused, his voice vibrating through Tim’s tiny frame. “Think he’s into this. Creeping around Gotham at that size? Landing on your lip? Probably wanted a real close-up show.”
Tim’s stomach dropped. They actually think I wanted this? He was trying to scream again, trying to let them know who he was, but all that came out was another useless squeak swallowed up by Dick’s voice.
Jason snorted. “Yeah, no doubt. Creep probably was eyeing my lip like some kinda target.” He sounded like he was thinking it over, considering whether or not to keep up this game.
Tim squirmed, trying to think of anything he could do to signal them. Maybe hacking their suits once he got out of this nightmare would get his point across, but for now, it was just spit and chaos.
Dick chuckled, the sound vibrating around Tim like an earthquake. “Well, he’s already all lubed up. Why not give him what he wants?”
Wait, what?
Jason’s skeptical hum was all the warning Tim got before Dick said the words that made Tim wish, for just a moment, that the ground would open up and swallow him whole.
“Guess the real question is, which hole do we drop him into?”
Tim’s heart stopped. He froze, all sense of fighting disappearing into shock. No. They can’t actually be serious.
“You’re disgusting, Grayson,” Jason muttered, but there was an unmistakable amusement in his voice. He wasn’t horrified. If anything, Jason was considering it. “You wanna shove him up your--”
Tim flailed harder, his panic intensifying. He was stuck, helpless in Dick’s mouth, and now they were actually debating where to-- Oh my god, this is really happening.
Dick gave another hum of consideration, tapping a finger against his lips.
“Well, he’s already had a front-row seat on your mouth,” he said, casual as ever, like this was just another Tuesday. “Maybe he’s been gawking at my ass too. Wouldn’t be the first time someone tried.”
Tim wanted to scream, wanted to curse them both out, but all he could do was squeak uselessly in the slick prison of Dick’s mouth.
Dick shifted slightly, pulling at the waistband of his suit. “You know,” he said lightly, “I am kinda grateful I wore the two-piece tonight. The other suit is a nightmare when it comes to, well… anything.”
Jason’s laugh was low and dark. “You would think about that.”
This is hell. This is actually hell.
Tim swore to every god he could think of that once he got out of this -- if he got out of this -- he was going to pummel both of them. And then, he was going to hack every inch of their tech and deliver years of blackmail material to Steph and Oracle. No one was going to let them live this down.
If he survived.
Because right now? He was trapped between Gotham’s dumbest idiots, and neither of them had a clue who he really was.