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Jason's plan was perfect.
The Titans tower was going to be unoccupied by almost all of the team. Barry, Cassie, and Raven were out together, and Connor was at the Clark farm.
His plan had been incredibly complex. Be dramatic, frightening, and beat the Replacement to a pulp. Scare him into giving up the costume. Hopefully for good.
He spends the night before loading his magazines, double checking where everyone will be, and preparing his equipment.
He could incapacitate the whole team. But why would he do that when the time he spends with the Replacement will be on an countdown as a result? He'd much rather have high quality time with him.
Accessing the tower isn't difficult. For all the tech genius the Replacement is he certainly appears behind the ball curve on determining exactly who Jason is. Forcing the hard unlock with the bug is poetic if you ask him. He's sure the intrusion will bug that little tech savant for months, maybe years. He saunters right in and makes quick work of the power. Honestly.
That ought to alarm the Replacement. Jason sneers angrily, green bleeding in as he makes no attempt to deaden his foot steps to Replacements quarters. He's going for intimidation, not being covert.
A distant noise has him pausing, reassessing threat level. No need to get cocky.
It sounds… pained?
Perhaps the Replacement is sick. That would explain why he's in the tower by himself instead of with his team for team bonding daytime activities. He resumes his prowl forward.
The noises get louder as he draws closer. Something isn't quite right with the inflection of it. Jason gets the first vestiges of confusion.
"Fuck! N-no, don't-"
When we get the first look into the room the confusion morphs to plain, drawn out shock. He nearly drops his knife like a rookie.
Stretched out on his bed, Tim is naked, folded like a pretzel, with his hands bound to the very sturdy head board.
That's not the most shocking part.
It's like looking in a mirror. Wearing the Red Hood, the leather coat, even his armor, is someone giving Tim an absolute fucking glorious plowing.
What.
What the fuck?
He can only watch with pure shock as Tim cries out, "I'll be quiet I swea-" as a broad, gloved hand encircles that throat and presses down.
Tim goes crosseyed, getting this fucked out look on his face as this imposter effortlessly fucks in even as he chokes the Replacement for several long seconds.
When he stops being choked, Tim wheezes in some breaths, "J-Jason!"
The imposter responds darkly, "If you don't shut up, I'll make you choke on it."
What.
What the fuck?
First of all, since when has Tim known his name? Jason suddenly knows exactly who is fucking Tim and that individual is supposed to be at the Clark farm. Was that a cover story? And why the fuck is he dressed as Red Hood?
Immediately suspicious, he visually checks the room perimeter for cameras. Obviously this is a set up. It's black mail. Connor, meanwhile, keeps up the pace with pornographically loud slapping noises. Jason supposes he should be more disgusted. Something about it is like witnessing a car crash in third person. You know you're involved, but your body has ejected you with the sheer force of denial. It's kind of like fucking Tim by proxy.
Connor taunts, "You fucking love it. I can feel you tightening up on me. Going to cum from getting raped, aren't you, Replacement?"
This is fucking crazy. Is it consensual? Does he need to stop it?
Tim just moans, "n-no! Please stop!"
Jason has to anchor his feet to the fucking floor. Because he swears, if this clone is raping somebody, he's going to find a way to kill him. He will. But he can't jump in without kryptonite.
Connor pauses, just momentarily, "Color?"
Tim goes absolutely postal, squirming in his bounds so hard Jason can see his wrists go white, "Green! Green! God, Kon, please."
Successfully and completely disarmed, Jason Todd can make only one conclusion:
He was completely ill prepared for this infiltration. It would have been one thing to find the two fornicating, perhaps funny and enjoyable for the extra humiliation. This… this is something else entirely.
Complete and total hole in his intel.
He wishes it stayed a hole in his intel. Jesus christ, he's not going to get the noises out of his head.
Jason makes sure to be completely quiet as he creeps away from the bedroom.
He's not sure he's going to be able to touch the Replacement again. Much less look him in the eyes. What an absolute freak.