A night had passed since the battle with Prometheus. Jason Todd had returned to his dark and solitary apartment, his mind still reeling and his body still recovering. The failed ambush weighed heavily on his conscience. 'It's like no matter how hard I try, it always goes back to zero. Someone, something, has to rise up and fuck shit up.'
Jason slumped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. He contemplated the endless cycle of crime and violence. He wondered if his fists were enough to save Gotham–if his guns, no, Batman himself was enough. He wondered if any of this had any meaning.
A single fringe of white hair lay across his eyebrow. He blew it back with a puff of air.
As exhaustion washed over him, a flicker of movement caught Jason's attention. Startled, he turned his gaze towards the window, only to find Talia al Ghul gracefully stepping inside his room.
"Hello, Jason," Talia greeted. "You've recovered, it seems."
Her presence evoked conflicting emotions within him. After his resurrection, he spent a year in a medical institution due to memory loss and five months living on the streets of Gotham. It was Talia who had saved him, who had recognized him and taken him in. From then on, he served her League of Assassins like a mindless zombie. He obeyed her like a measly servant. It wasn't until Talia threw him into the Lazarus Pit that his consciousness finally returned–that Jason Todd returned.
However, their paths diverged when she sent him to the All Caste. The All Caste, a group of ancient monks, supplied him with the training and enlightenment Talia had never given him and now he no longer saw her as an ally, much less an authority figure. She was a woman who had used him for her own selfish ideals, nothing more.
Plus, there was that midriff of hers. Authority figure? Please. Once Jason left the League of Assassins, he had masturbated to the memory of her a hundred different times. He had nothing but contempt and sexual thoughts towards her. There was a reason Batman with all his discipline creampied her.
"Talia." Jason filled his voice with indifference. Spectacular stomach and tits aside, she was dangerous. "What brings you here?"
Talia's eyes bore into his, her expression blank and unreadable. That was Talia al Ghul for you. A buxom Arab beauty who refused to back down when it came to matters most important to her. "I have returned to reclaim the League of Assassins," she declared, engulfing the air with classic authority. "I offer you a chance to join me once more."
His eyes wandered. Tits, check. Hips, check. Ass, check. Seriously, if she wasn't nearly twenty-five years his senior, he would have asked her to join him in bed.
Instead, Jason scoffed dismissively and sat up on his bed. "I've had enough of that life," he replied, rolling his shoulders casually. "It's not who I am anymore."
Talia came a step closer, her gaze unwavering. "Jason, we can make a difference together," she said, almost as if she had been reading his prior thoughts. His brows furrowed. "The League can be a force for good under our guidance."
"Like what? Like the Justice League?" Jason scowled. "You and I both know your League's methods are extreme. I won't go back to being a mindless weapon, no matter how tempting your offer may be. You can fake me being the Chosen One or whatever that stupid prophecy said. I'm not doing it."
A sigh and a nod. Although Talia acknowledged his refusal, her disappointment was evident. She turned to leave, her silhouette framed by the dim light of the room. His eyes honed in on her heart-shaped ass. "Remember, Jason, the offer still stands," she said. "Should you ever change your mind, you know where to come."
'Inside your ass?' Jason mocked in his head. 'Otherwise…'
"Leave," he ordered. "Now."
Talia frowned, foot on the window. "Of course, Jason."
The curtains flapped and she was gone. Jason was left alone in his thoughts once again. In particular, his mind was infatuated by the memory of her fantastic figure and her words. A blend of morality and horniness. It was like experiencing post-nut clarity except without the actual nutting.
"Fuckin' hell…" He turned over and sighed, wrapping his blanket around him. The warmth soothed the blood splattered down his arm. As weariness washed over him, he began to drift in and out of sleep. Minutes or perhaps hours passed. His injuries ached him and his mind ravaged his thoughts.
Gotham City was so fucked up. An absolute shit hole of a city. Yet how could Red Hood be its protector if he didn't love it? In a twisted way, he did love the city and he did not regret what had happened to him. Perhaps Bruce could have done better, perhaps Joker should have put down–who knew at this point? Morality was skewed in Gotham. Good or bad…deciding which was which was like a maze.
His vision continued to fade. Time ceased to matter. He didn't know what was happening to him nor did he care. He just wanted to fucking sleep…
His jittery rest was suddenly interrupted as he felt a presence beneath his blanket. A strong, weighty body…
'Who…?'
Not many could sneak into his room and there were less who knew where he lived in the first place. Meaning…
A mischievous grin spread across Jason's face as Artemis, his Amazon fuckbuddy, emerged from beneath the covers. Her fiery red hair cascaded around her face, framing her sharp features and intense green eyes. Her armour was like an alternate version of Wonder Woman's, black and red rather than red and gold.
"Well, Red," Jason said, smirking, "looks like you came, after all. A little late, wouldn't you say?"
"I helped out here and there during the riots. I came as back-up, but, well…" Artemis smirked back at him playfully, her voice laced with a seductive husk. Her hands stroked his balls through his pants. Already, he could feel the arousal surging through his blood and stirring his manhood. She could feel it too and did not stop. "I found something else that was quite backed-up."
"Couldn't resist sneaking into my bed, could you?" Jason teased.
Artemis leaned closer, her hot breath brushing against his cheek. "Who could resist the temptation of the Red Hood?" she whispered, her grip on his balls tightening.
Never before had his pants been such a nuisance.
By the time she pulled down his pants and his cock flopped out, everything went white.
For the next hour, Jason fucked the Amazon of Bana-Mighdall. In the span of an hour, the powerful Amazon was his needy little whore. Her crimson armour still on but her black pants ripped apart and exposing her toned ass. Not for long, of course, since he was clapping her cheeks. His pelvis and cock repeatedly hid and pounded the spectacular and firm booty.
"Does it feel good?" Jason asked, panting.
"F-fuck yeah! In the name of Ra–don't stop fucking me like that!"
Each time he drove his cock inside, Artemis moaned without exception. The back-to-back orgasms were probably why the rest of her body and mind broke. It was just too much. White fluids were leaking out of her like a waterfall, no doubt staining both Jason's engorged member and his sheets for the next week.
Jason didn't care though. He didn't care that she was moaning loud enough to wake up his apartment block or that her cunt was so fucking tight. He didn't care that he would have to clean the sheets. It was the least of his worries, really. He kept thrusting in and out her as if she were some sort of sex object. Actually, she might as well have been with how much he was groaning about her tight cunt.
"Do you know what I think about when I beat my meat? You, Artemis. Fucking you is my biggest reward from all this shit." Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice. "Fuck!"
Her insides had a titanic grip, something he was having trouble with even now. He wasn't going as fast as he wanted.
"Harder! Harder, Jason! Fucking hell, Your cock is stretching me out! I've already cum so much! Keep doing it! Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me!" Artemis yelled. Half of her was a warrior, half of her was a cock hungry whore.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!
Her hands, which had been holding her weight like a plank, decided to give up. She latched onto the closest pillow. "I-I love your cock~♡! "
It seemed that Artemis had settled on cock hungry whore. Her lips had curled up into a smile and moans were leaving her alongside each of his thrusts. Jason's length rapidly kissed her sensitive areas. Mindless, taw sex that somehow managed to hit all her buttons. The Amazon warrior was totally at his mercy.
In and out. In and out. Clap, clap, clap!
Artemis whimpered. Jason smirked.
"Not just a boy, huh?" he asked.
A throwback to their first kiss. At the time, she called him a mere boy. Now, however, she was underneath, holding onto a pillow like a girl losing her virginity to her first cock. Ironic given that she was nearly a foot taller than him and physically stronger too. She should have easily topped him. Yet when it came to who dominated in bed, it was him. Always.
"F-fuck no!" Artemis huffed. He wished she was naked so he could see her toned abs and tits. Her breasts were held back by her Amazon armour. Her cleavage heaved but never popped out. Talk about being too practical. Oh well. Her toned ass cheeks served as sufficient visualisation. "Ra! I can feel you throbbing! Fuck me as hard as you can and dump your load inside me! You're not a boy, are you!? D-do it! Prove yourself!"
Jason's hips were like a blur as he pounded the magically enhanced human. She was blessed by the Greek pantheon yet here she was squirming and cumming underneath him. The pleasure hit her like a fucking prophecy.
"If Ra really is watching us, then let's give him a hell of a show." Jason smirked, balls slapping one last time as he busted a nut. Groans drew out of their throats. The Amazon's fingers balled together a handful of the bedsheets while the younger man's thumbs caressed the corners of her ass. His ballsack convulsed, smushed to her booty and unhinged as they released their virile contents.
"Fuuuuck…" Jason's long groan forced his eyes to the ceiling. It was like he was seeing stars. Maybe it was the post-nut clarity speaking, or the result of his sperm swimming into the divinely gifted woman, but he received an epiphany of sorts. Gotham City might have been a fuckfest of a city, but it was HIS fuckfest to deal with. As long as he had a needy hole like Artemis', as long as his friends and family persisted, he would continue fighting.