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Why is it always Paris?
They were ahead of schedule on their case, and Tim was looking forward to spending some quality time with Cass along the French Riviera once everything was wrapped up. They would have had a week to explore the Côte d'Azur before anyone back home started asking too many questions about their whereabouts. They were going to enjoy health resorts that peel back your skin to baby smooth, beach volleyball on white sand with backpacking college students, and falling a little in love with more than one local artist. And absolutely no crime fighting. No crime syndicates, no supervillains, and no leagues of any kind.
Too bad no one told Ra’s al Ghul about their vacation plans.
Tim had been tracking their mark in the back streets of Paris when he felt a pinprick in his neck, behind his right ear just below his skull. He had reached back to pull out a blow dart. The metal of the needle glinting in the streetlights. The nerve agent had worked fast. He only had enough time to send a distress signal to Batgirl before his knees gave out on him and he was falling back into the arms of a ninja.
After that, everything is hazy. They load him into a town car with blacked-out windows. He doesn’t know whether he should be surprised or not that Ra’s al Ghul himself had made a personal appearance for his kidnapping. He and Ra’s share a long, complicated history. And Ra’s is…more than a little obsessive. But he doesn’t usually deign to make appearances before anyone. Even Tim. His messages are typically sent in coded gifts, by ninja word-of-mouth, or via a Bluetooth earbud. He must be up to something worse than usual if he’s kidnapping Tim off the streets himself.
He doesn’t say anything, or at least nothing directly to Tim that he picks up. He just combs Tim’s hair. It’s weird as it sounds. The ninjas had thrown his body into the car, and Ra’s had pulled him in. Laid him out on the back seat with his head on Ra’s lap. His long, spindly fingers work to untangle Tim’s hair as the two ninjas up front drive and keep a lookout. His fingers are uncharacteristically delicate. A shiver goes up Tim’s spine as Ra’s fingertips trace the line of his nose and where his jawline meets his scalp.
Tim loses track of time. The only thing he can process is that Ra’s’ cloak smells of spiced cinnamon. He breathes in deep to taste the scent on his tongue. Let it curl around his sinuses in a choke-hold.
Eventually the car comes to a stop. They’re far enough out of Paris that he can’t see the lights of the city in the dark of night. A team of ninja escorts them up a trail in the countryside to a massive château. Ra’s leads their pack as ninjas carry his body in a gilded palanquin. Some feeling has returned to his limbs, but not enough to stand, let alone run or fight.
Ra’s disappears without a word while several ninjas take him into a bathhouse. He protests, claims he can wash himself, but they act like they can’t hear him. They take his uniform away and scrub his body down with fancy bath salts as the hot water burns his skin. When his skin is pink and his hair fluffy, they drag him further into the sprawling château to a legit tower.
His dizziness worsens as they climb the spiral staircase. Through a trapdoor they haul him into a simple bedchamber with thin windows he could maybe squeeze through. He struggles the whole way up, and he fights back when they tie him down. He gets a few good hits in before his wrists and ankles are tied to the bedposts with soft rope. The bedsheets are fine silk and feel cool against his bare skin heated from the baths.
Only then does Ra’s make his reappearance.
Tim knows what this is even without Ra’s villain monologue. He wants an heir, blah blah blah. If Tim won’t take his rightful place by his side, blah blah blah, then he’ll combine their genetics to make a super baby, blah blah blah. Ugh, eugenics makes him want to throw up. Next, one of his undead sisters is going to climb through the trapdoor. She’ll try to assault him, try to get his sperm inside of her to make their future serial-killer murder tyrant baby.
Little do they know, Batgirl is in town. She had been right behind him when he was taken. Likely waiting for the perfect time to crash in through the tower window to kick all the bad guys asses and save Tim’s damsel-in-distress butt. It’s dramatic, but that’s why Tim loves her.
At least, that’s what's supposed to happen. Instead, Ra’s stands over him with a smug look on his face.
“Hello, Detective. Or perhaps Princess is better suited for the moment.”
Tim’s mouth is still too numb to properly call out Ra’s, so he settles for flipping him the bird with both hands. He’s scared, putting on a tough face until rescue can come.
“Elegant as always, Timothy.” Ever the creep, he sits on the bed by Tim’s waist. A hand trails along his shoulder. Tim should feel awkward. He’s completely naked in a small room full of ninjas, assassins, and an immortal freak of nature, but he mostly feels pissed off. “I imagine you already know why I invited you here.”
“Shit invite,” he mumbles out. His fine motor control is almost back. By the time Cass is finished taking everyone out, he should be able to shimmy his wrists out of their ties and even walk most of the way to whatever vehicle Cass had commandeered for his rescue.
“Hmm, yes. I suppose it was rather rude. But you did ignore my previous attempts to court your attention. Some would call that rude. Tit for tat, as you Westerners like to say.”
Tim rolls his eyes, making his message clear of what he thinks of Ra’s invitations and gifts.
“Insolence is unbecoming.” Ra’s doesn’t look annoyed while saying that, more like a doting parent with a stupid child who doesn’t understand how the world works.
“Your plan isn’t going to work, Ra’s,” Tim says through clenched teeth.
“Is that so? What is my plan, Detective?”
Tim wants to smack the smug smirk off his face.
“Same as last time. One of your sisters is going to show up to steal my sperm to make your oh so ‘perfect heir.’ But it’s not going to work.”
“And why is that?” His hand caresses Tim’s exposed splenectomy scar. Ra’s skin is soft against the raised scar and rough skin. Tim can’t feel his touch directly on the scar due to the damage, but the tickling feeling along the edges feels nice. He squirms in place. He doesn’t want to feel nice; he doesn’t want Ra’s touching him.
“Because any second now backup will show up. Just like last time. We'll kick your asses—again. And by this time tomorrow I’ll be back in Gotham under the protection of my family, and you’ll have shit. No baby for you. Again. Give up, Ra’s. It’s never going to happen.”
“Would this backup be Batgirl?” Tim freezes. “Cassandra Cain. One Who Is All. The daughter of Lady Shiva and David Cain, two of the world's greatest killers. Her talent is wasted on her. As is yours.”
“Where is she?” he yells, his tongue numb. He pulls at his starfished restraints. If Ra’s knows she’s here, then they may have already captured her. No way would she give up the element of surprise.
“Would you like to see her?” Tim nods, breathing heavily through his nose. A ninja splits away from the circle around the bed and knocks on the trapdoor. A minute later it opens from the other side. More ninjas spill into the room, along with Batgirl. Her arms are handcuffed around her back, her ankles too, and she’s being led by a rope collar around her neck. Just like Tim, her uniform is missing, and she had been scrubbed down in the baths. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but he keeps his eyes up out of respect. Only a quick flick down to assess for injuries. None, thank Gotham. Her head is limp, her chopped hair hanging so he can’t see her face. Cass is panting like she just ran a marathon.
“What did you do to her?”
The ninja brings her to Ra’s at Tim’s bedside. He stands to grip the hair at the back of her head and hoists it back so Tim can see her face. Her pupils are blown wide. Perspiration drips off her brow, and her breasts heave as they struggle for air. The veins in her stretched out neck bulge as blood pulsates through her. Her eyes don’t falter, never wavering from Tim’s form.
“Tim,” is all she says. Her eyes are wet, and her knees shake with weakness. “Sorry—wasn’t fast enough.”
“You’re familiar with Dr. Isley’s work, I’m sure. My agents in Gotham were lucky enough to collect a sample of her most recent experiments. They did not survive, but thanks to their efforts, my scientists have reverse engineered her work and made some useful adaptations along the way. This strand of pollen no longer carries the risk of death, only a deeply uncomfortable sensation if orgasm is not reached. But it does last for days and has an increased chance of fertilization for those that have an active womb. Which Miss Cain has.”
“You drugged Batgirl with sex pollen?” he asks, baffled.
“Should I have you check for a concussion, Timothy? It’s not like you to state the obvious.”
“So what, you’re going to try for an heir with Cass? Make me watch?”
“Oh no, Timothy. You will be the father.” Ra’s waves his hand, and a ninja unlocks Cass’ cuffs and cuts the rope around her neck. She’s on Tim before anyone can react. Her hands are tangled in his hair, her mouth on his, and her groin on his thigh, grinding wetly against him. Their teeth clash together as she forces herself on him. She chants his name in a whimper with tears in her eyes. He had thought her weak from a nerve agent at first, the same as him. But in reality, she had been drugged with artificial pheromones. Literally too horny to cope.
He turns his head away, and she focuses her attention on his neck. Ra’s grins sharply.
“I do hope you enjoy this gift, Timothy. The One Who Is All is a stunning woman. She will bear you a son that will become my true heir. A perfect mixture of her skills and your genius.”
Ra’s sits on the bed again, watching intently as Cass sucks a hickey on Tim’s collarbone.
“I don’t want this.” Is the only thing he can think to say as Cass’ teeth cut into his skin. Ra’s tuts. His hand lands on Cass’ rear end, helping her find a steady rhythm in her grinding. He directs her thrusts, like a coach spotting a gymnast.
“We are past the point of want, Timothy. It’s need now. Miss Cain will be racked with intense pain until her orgasm, all while insatiable.”
“Then give her the antidote! You win!” he pleads. “I’ll do it with your sister; I won’t complain. Or Talia. Whoever you want. Just give Cass the antidote. She doesn’t deserve to go through this.”
Cass whines, whimpering out a “no” even as her fluids drench his thigh. Tim can feel himself starting to fill out, and he tries to kill it. Imagine it as Ra’s instead of Cass on top of him, but it doesn’t help. The opposite, in fact, to his dismay.
“My sisters are indisposed presently, and they have already failed me once. My daughter more so.” Ra’s taps his chin like the cocky bastard he is. “There is one other thing that will improve her condition. Bring her peace.”
“What’s that?” he asks, afraid of the answer.
“Yours, Detective,” Ra’s says with a slimy grin. “Releasing your seed into her womb will have the same reaction as her orgasm. You’ll want to anyway.”
“Why? Because you’re going to drug me too? I don’t want to rape her.”
“Because the pollen will last at least a week minimum, and her release will only bring her a few hours of peace.” Ra’s picks Cass up by her hips; she whines and bucks in his grip, but she’s too weak from the pollen to escape. He places her on Tim’s hips so her core rests against his cock. He goes from half-mast to dangerously full as Cass’ heat grinds against him. Her cunt catches against his cockhead, almost slipping in several times in quick succession.
He won’t lie and claim that he never thought of Cass as an attractive person. She very much is. But it was a mutual decision between Cass and Tim to become siblings. It’s why he had to actively choose not to think of her like that. To sexualize her is practically incest. Pseudo-incest, but incestual all the same in his mind. He also won’t lie and claim that it doesn’t feel incredible to have her naked body grind against his cock.
“And I won’t be drugging you, Detective. In part because you are a healthy young man. You’re capable of keeping a woman like Miss Cain satisfied. But also because this strand of pollen has proven violent when two people are under it together. I would hate to see you accidentally kill each other.”
Ra’s holds Tim’s dick and helps Cass slide it within herself. Cass sighs in relief as she begins bouncing on him. Her vaginal passage is tight, but not enough that it’s painful. Painfully good, maybe. Her walls wrapped around his dick like a warm hug.
Cass’ shoulders hunch up as she fucks herself on him. Her hands burrow into his hips for leverage, leaving bruises in their wake. Her eyes never leave his face.
“It’s okay, Cass, I promise. Take care of yourself,” he tells her. He can’t let her blame herself. It’s his fault that Ra’s took an interest in them. He should have been watching his back in Paris. Should have been more vigilant after what happened last time he was in the city.
Tim hates himself for how good this feels. It hasn’t even been that long since he and Steph last hooked up. Oh, Gotham, Steph…Would she ever forgive them? Sure, this is a no-win scenario; both he and Cass are victims of rape here. But Tim isn’t afraid to admit that Steph can be sensitive about what she views as intrusions into her relationships. Tim and Steph have been easing back into something romantic. Cass and Steph are best friends. They’re all fucked.
“Don’t blame yourself,” Cass says, glaring down at him. She slows even as her muscles twitch in pain. “Not your fault. None of this is. Spoiler won’t blame you, and I don’t blame you.”
Tim nods tearfully, and she picks back up to a speed that eases the burning inside of her. Her eyes pinch closed as she pants, brow furrowing as she approaches her completion.
Above him, Cass shudders and drops onto his chest. Her passage tightens, pulsating, as she orgasms around him. She buries her face into the hollow of his neck and collarbone.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m so sorry,” she whispers into his skin.
“It’s okay,” he whispers back, nosing into her hair and placing a kiss upon the back of her head. “It’s not your fault either.”
Tim had forgotten about their audience until Ra’s sent the ninja out of the room. But not before instructing them to attach manacles around Cass’ ankles. The iron chains drape over the end of the bed. His toxic green eyes never leaving where Tim and Cass are joined.
“My dear detective, did you not reach your own completion? How unkind of Miss Cain.”
Tim is still hard, trapped. Cass does not have the strength alone to pull her own body off him.
“Allow me to help.” Ra’s lifts Cass and places her to the side. Tim’s dick is still rock hard. He had gotten close to his own orgasm, but luckily or not, Cass had finished before the friction of their bodies could finish him off. Her breathing is rough and uneven as she curls her body around him.
Tim doesn’t particularly want to say thank you to Ra’s for helping, but a little politeness can go a long way with kidnappers in his experience. But before he can work up the patience to do so, Ra’s mouth is on his cock.
“What are you doing?” he hisses.
Ra’s eyes flick up to Tim’s face, half-lidded, as he mouths along the shaft. A hand comes up to play with his balls. Ra’s rolls them, lightly squeezing the organ. Tim tries to buck him off, but Ra’s is able to hold him down with an arm across his hips alone. He licks up the pre-cum seeping out.
“Hmm, you taste delicious, Timothy.”
“Seriously, what the fuck? Get off.”
“No.” Ra’s takes Tim’s cock into his mouth, bottoming out. Tim almost cums from being deep throated all at once. He’s not small, well aware of the tripod jokes his brothers make in the locker room. No one has taken him all the way down until now. Ra’s turns his head so the cockhead stuck in his throat twists against the tight muscles of his neck. The older man’s tongue caresses the root of Tim’s cock as the head is rhythmically squeezed in the tight throat. He doesn’t last long under Ra’s skilled mouth.
“I’m—going to cum,” he stammers out. Ra’s hums and sucks him in impossibly deep. Tim bites his lip to hold back a scream as he orgasms into Ra’s mouth and down his throat. Ra’s milks him until the soft organ falls from his lips.
Ra’s sits up, licking his lips like a kitten who had gotten into the cream. Smarmy bastard.
“What was that for?” Tim whisper shouts, a courtesy for Cass, who is only half-conscious in the afterglow of her intense orgasm as the remixed pollen works its way through her system.
“Helping you, Timothy. I hate seeing you so uncomfortable in your hardness when I can fix it with ease. Sex is meant to bring about physical pleasure. And it pleases me so to bring you to completion.” Ra’s grips his hips, pressing into the fresh bruises Cass left behind, as he swings his legs onto the bed to straddle Tim’s legs. His hands glide up to Tim’s waist, his long thumbs petting him. Cass glares up at him weakly.
“Get off of me, Ra’s.” Fear licks up his spine. Really, what the ever living fuck? Sure, Ra’s had sent him flowers and chocolates on occasion, but those were all part of puzzle messages meant to test him. Despite their romantic nature, he never thought it was Ra’s coming on to him. He’s always been too aggressively hetero for Tim to consider him as anything else.
“You cannot lie to me, Timothy. I have been watching you the same as you watch me. I have seen the desire you try so desperately to hide from the world. You think it wrong to desire me.”
“Fuck you,” he hisses. “Like hell I want you.”
“And yet your body tells another story.” Ra’s left hand cups Tim’s cock, where it’s already starting to chub up just from Ra’s sitting on his pinned legs, enclosing his body over Tim’s exposed form. His other hand pets Tim’s chest, tracing his pecs and pressing down on his perked nipples. His skin crawls in Ra’s wake. “I know what you desire, Timothy. Allow me the honor of giving it to you.”
Ra’s slowly draws out a gem encased dagger with a wicked looking edge to it from his robes. He places the flat of the blade just below Tim’s surgical scar. Tim bites his lip as the first drop of blood seeps out from the cut of the blade. His cock twitches, eager as Ra’s drags the blade across his skin over where his spleen once resided. His internal organs had naturally shifted to fill the open space, but sometimes he presses down on his scar, and he can feel an emptiness where something once resided. An irrational need to open himself up and fill the cavity.
“Stop,” he whispers, a faint, whimpered lie that permeates through the room.
“I can’t stop, Timothy. You need this,” Ra’s says patiently. “I am granting you your truth, allowing you to see yourself through my gaze. This is where you are meant to be.”
The blade digs deeper, cutting through muscle. It hurts like a bitch and a half, but Tim can’t hide how it’s affecting him. He’s hard in the palm of Ra’s hand, shaking with need as he’s opened up. Sweat drips down his brow, unable to take his eyes off where Ra’s slender fingers stalk across the wound.
His eyes dart over to Cass, where she’s watching his face enraptured, licking her lips.
Tim gasps as a fingertip dips in and comes out stark red. Ra’s brings the finger to his own mouth and licks Tim’s blood off with a moan.
“Hmm, I stand corrected, Timothy. Every part of you is delicious.” His fingers are back within Tim, three fingers plunging into his open wound, digging into his guts. But it’s not enough even as Tim is bucking up into Ra’s other hand in his limited movement. He needs them deeper, thicker. He feels an emptiness that needs to be plugged.
“Please, Ra’s—” he cuts off into a guttural moan as Ra’s fingers twist, widening the wound.
“Do you remember, Detective? I gave you this gift. I opened you up and removed your damaged spleen. Placed my hand within your hollowed out body, on the verge of death. I alone saved your life when you had lost all hope, abandoned by those you considered family. What remained is a recess within you that only I can impregnate.”
Ra’s opens up his robes, revealing his heavy cock, dark with rushing blood under its thin skin. He crawls up Tim’s body so his cock lies over the open wound. Tim salivates as the cockhead is painted in his blood as it teases the cut Ra’s had made. The smell of spiced cinnamon, sex, and blood sends his head spinning. He can’t help the pained but pleased whimpers he lets out as Ra’s guides his cock inside of Tim. He can feel it passing through his torn skin, pressing in around his intestinal organs.
Ra’s thrusts in completely, sitting on Tim with legs wrapped on either side of him. His cock has disappeared into Tim’s guts, under his ribcage. Tim moans into the rough kiss Ra’s grants him as Cass watches, her expression rapt as her gaze flicks back and forth from Ra’s mounting Tim to their tongues twisting in battle. Ra’s nips and tugs at his lips as Tim does so in return, but his eyes are on Cass, trying to communicate how good it feels, that he wants this even as he’s being raped by their immortal enemy. He doesn’t know if she understands or if the pollen is already acting up again as he sees his own horniness reflected in her.
She smears her hand through his spilled blood and tucks it within herself, her fingering clumsy. Ra’s doesn’t pay her any mind, his attention focused solely on Tim. On filling the space he carved out of Tim with his cock.
Cass’ chains rattle as, in one easy movement, she sits up and swings her leg over to sit on his rock hard cock, where it’s bobbing against Ra’s back. She clings to Ra’s as she matches his thrusts into Tim’s cavity. Tim can do nothing but lay back as they use him, overwhelmed with physical pleasure as Cass bears down on him and Ra’s tears up the void within him. He never knew sex could feel so good.
In some mystical turn of fate, their orgasms, that is, Tim’s and Ra’s’, occur simultaneously. Ra’s pulls out his blood-drenched cock and finishes off with his hand, spilling his seed over Tim’s wound and chest as Tim cums deep within Cass himself.
Cass tips back, exhaustion pulling at her limbs. A satisfied smile upon her fucked-out expression with Tim’s sperm swimming within her womb.
The nerve agent has worn off, but Tim is too tired to attempt escaping from his bindings. The pain of his fucking twirls deliciously throughout his whole body.
Ra’s, ever the bastard, is content to sit on Tim and run his fingers along his bloody chest. He licks up the blood, deep throating his own fingers with eyes locked on Tim, like a promise of more to come.
Later, a team of surgical ninjas sews him up and pinches a needle into his arm, leading to bags of antibiotics and saline. Ra’s hands feed him fruit and cuts of meat as Cass fucks herself on him during his recovery.
They share matching manacles now, but Tim won’t be in any shape to get out of bed for several weeks. By the time he has the strength to walk across the room, Cass is pregnant. They save their apologies to focus on their survival. Find comfort in each other's bodies even after the pollen has run its course.
Ra’s joins them in bed again but prefers to watch Cass fuck herself on Tim. Or Tim draped around her after he regained the strength to do so. Sometimes Ra’s straddles Tim, staring down at him with half-lidded eyes as he directs Cass’ body. Will warm him up with his hands in preparation or swallow him down. Yet Ra’s doesn’t cut Tim open again despite how he silently begs. The absolute dick is probably waiting for Tim to give in and actually ask for it. Tim never does. It’s not worth it. Ra’s isn’t worth it. Not with Cass leaning on him for comfort as her belly swells with their child. Not with Steph and their family back home desperately searching for them.
Nevertheless, the desire lies heavy with guilt under his scars. His happily ever after too foul to imagine.