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     When he opens his eyes, he doesn't realize that anything is wrong. He wakes up in his room and for a moment thinks it's the same one that he left behind. The decoration is the most obvious and first giveaway, from the items on his nightstand to the color of his bedsheets. Everything's just a little bit off.

     He used to sleep with navy colored sheets, and instead he finds himself in pitch black ones. The items on his night's stand are different from the ones he left behind. And as if that isn't enough, they're placed oddly, in places he wouldn't want them. Like if he reached out he wouldn't be able to reach every single item, the way he usually would. The addition of a strangely out of place bottle doesn't make much sense either.

     He doesn't know what to think of it and proceeds to get out of bed. The second his feet touch the slippers he knows that something is really wrong. At fifteen he considers himself quite grown up, but he knows that he wouldn't wear slippers two sizes too big. He looks around for his belongings. Before he allows panic to creep in he calls out for Alfred. If anyone can fix things it's his butler and only family member. 

“Master Bruce what's-” The man cuts himself off as he takes a look at his young ward.

     He's surprised as well, not expecting the years of extra age on the other man's face as he walks in. Before they can really get into the details of what's going on, another voice comes through the door followed by a dark haired blue eyed man saunterring into the room.

“Hey B I know you-” he cuts himself off the way Alfred did, though his face shows much more of the shock he feels. 

     Bruce doesn't know this strange man but he refuses to deal with the crazy situation while wearing pajamas.

“Why don't I meet you both downstairs to discuss things over breakfast?” He says the question coming out as more of a command.

     Both men agree and when Bruce drags homeless into the bathroom he's just happy to find it doesn't look too different. He quickly gets ready and heads down the stairs, noting odd differences as he makes his way through the house. The thing that stands out is the rooms. Growing up most of the rooms were empty, and while many still are he noticed several in the family wing happened to be occupied.

     He wonders what this could mean thinking it unlikely that so many strangers could invade his house overnight. When he arrives at the breakfast table he's shocked to find not only Alfred and the stranger from before but also a horde of other young adults. He quickly seats himself at the head of the table and begins his interrogation.

“ Who are you people? He asks.

     The stranger from before starts. We're kind of your family. We don't know what happened to you but Bruce, our Bruce isn't a child.

“I’m not a child, I'm fifteen years old” he interrupts. 

“Fifteen, right,” the man says with a smirk on his face, “but he's significantly older than that. So I'm sure you can understand how bizarre it is for us all to see you like this.”

“Maybe we should tell him our names,” says a blonde girl in a bright purple sweater.She looks exhausted, though they all do now that he looks at them.

“Right, well I'm Dick,” the stranger- Dick- starts before going around the table. Bruce can't imagine having so many children and wonders where his wife is. Obviously some of the kids can't possibly be his biologically, the idea of having so many is just absurd. But either they're his step-children or he and his wife adopted them.

     Before he can ask about the details Duke derails him by asking “ Okay but how does B get turned into a teen? I feel like we should have noticed that after patrol or heard him mention getting hit by magic or something.”

Dick gets a pensive look, before Tim pipes up “He was patrolling with Jay last night, anything could have happened while they were out.”

Bruce wonders what they're talking about and interrupts. “Wait, magic? Patrolling? What are you talking about? Am I a police officer or something?”

     They all pause and look at one another before Damian explains. 

“No father, obviously your dreams of becoming a crime-fighting vigilante have finally paid off. Here you are some twenty years into the future, and not only do you fight crime as Batman, you also have a team of mostly incompetent sidekicks, who are supporting you. Plus me, as I'm currently your Robin.”

     Pandemonium erupts at the table as coffee is placed down and breakfast is forgotten. Everyone is shooting over one another about how they aren't incompetent or how bad someone else is. It's all a bit overwhelming, but Bruce figures that's what having a big family is like. He's never had one before, but he supposes all things considered, he got himself a pretty nice one. They're a fun bunch of people, although he can't imagine dealing with them on a daily basis.

     He supposed having a wife to help calm them down makes things easier. Then he remembers the mysterious J they mentioned earlier. Could this perhaps be the wife he's looking for? After all Dick referred to him as B, so maybe that's just how they refer to their parents. They might not want to be going around calling them mom and dad, not comfortable yet as they're more recently adopted, he's not sure. But he figures, it doesn't hurt to ask about the woman's whereabouts.

“So where is J? Maybe that's where our answers lie.”

“Hard to say Jay likes to disappear and do whatever before showing back up on a whim,” Dick responds.

     Bruce doesn't like the sound of such a flighty woman but he supposed she must have redeeming qualities. Before he can ask more questions a gorgeous man storms in. Bruce had never thought men were beautiful before, but the tall, broad shouldered man with green-blue eyes and black curly hair can only be described as beautiful. He feels his palms sweat and checks to make sure he isn't drooling as the man removes his leather jacket to reveal tight fitting gear that accentuates his muscular torso. Bruce is brought back to reality when the fork holding a bite of breakfast platters back onto the plate.

The man looks up and meets Bruce's eye before a look of surprise crosses his face. It's quickly gone as he asks “What the hell did you idiots do to B?”

     The sound of his deep gravelly voice had heat in Bruce's chest expanding to cover his face. He can't imagine how he met such a dazzling man.

“Sorry I didn't catch your name? Who are you?”

“Oh, that's Jason. Like I said you were patrolling with him last night.”

Bruce can't believe his luck. This was the J they had spoken of. Before thinking about it too hard he asked “What's someone as gorgeous as you doing fighting crime?”

     He wants the floor to open up and swallow him as the stupidest line he's ever heard comes out of his mouth. The rest of the table seems to feel the same as the sound of various people choking follows his question. Jason is lucky enough not to have anything to choke on, but he does turn a startling shade of red. Alfred on the other hand lets out a disapproving ‘Master Bruce’ at the comment.

“Do you not know who I am?” Jason finally asks as the table settles down a bit.

“My husband of course. I mean, why wouldn't I want to be married to someone so perfect. Besides our children made it clear that-”

“Actually B, we did no such thing” Dick interrupts at the look Jason sends him, “Jason not your husband he's your son.”

     The words hit Bruce like a sucker punch. The horror of being attracted to his own flesh and blood causing revulsion to bubble up. He doesn't know what to do. He can't possibly back track, although he supposes not having made any salacious comments helps. What doesn't help is that he's still imagining what Jason would look like bare beneath him.

“I'm so sorry,” he says, not knowing if future Bruce feels the same way he does, but knowing that he doesn't want to ruin his own life like that.

“It's fine, you clearly didn't know and it's not like you hit on Damian or something.”

“Don't even joke about that Todd.” Damian calls out.

     Bruce isn't sure if it's really fine, but brushes it off.

“Moving away from the traumatic moment, do you not remember anything from last night?” Duke asks Jason. 

“Nothing. We had a normal patrol then parted ways. No one even had a chance to use magic or some weird toxin on him.”

“I guess we'll have to run a few tests in the cave then,” says Dick. 

     They all seem to silently agree and finish breakfast. For the next few hours Bruce gets to explore the Batcave while he waits for the results. After they find something in his system Dick and Tim immerse themselves in finding a cure. The others head to sleep and eventually swap places with Tim and Dick.

     When Jason returns, so do Bruce's feelings of shame. The man is still as attractive as he had been that morning, and even in jeans and a t-shirt he looks like a model. Bruce tries his best to keep his eyes off the man but after being caught a few times looking Jason seems to lose patience and comes over.

“Look I get that this morning was awkward but if it helps I'm pretty sure you've seen everyone do something way more embarrassing. Also, we would have found something to tease you over regardless. So, if you want to be normal and just come join Steph and I, we promise we're not going to bite.”

     Bruce tried his best to not stare at Jason's chest while he's talking but with their height difference all he can do is valiantly try to take in what Jason says as his chest moves with each breath he takes. 

“Y-yeah sounds good,” he manages to stutter out while making eye contact and then follows Jason towards the Batcomputer. Being behind him isn't helping his hard-on, as the man's perfectly sculpted ass is in perfect view as they walk.

     Bruce feels like this is a punishment for something. Before long Jason stands to get a drink, and the second he's gone Steph speaks up.

“You really need to be less obvious about your feelings for him. This is a house full of detectives and You're going to be teased relentlessly, if you keep this up.”

“What are you talking about? I'm not- What do you even mean? I'm not being obvious.”

“Sure you were, I mean, first of all those comments this morning. Wow, I’ve never seen someone have so much audacity with so little knowledge. Not to mention the way you're practically drooling over Jay.”

“I'm not! He's my son so obviously I'm not interested.” He knows the indignation in his voice isn't really helping him, but he can't help but to lash out.

“Okay,” Stephanie says “first of all, he's not biologically your son, you just adopted him when he was like 13. So, it's not as bad as like, being interested in Damian or something.”

“Plus,” she continues “everyone knows Jason's liked you since forever, it's just that you're so unapproachable he's never bothered.”

     Bruce feels significantly better at the knowledge that Jason isn't his flesh and blood, but doesn't like the way he's been described. Why would future Bruce be unapproachable? Wouldn't he want Jason to feel comfortable making a move.

     He doesn't know what his deal is, but a plan to seduce Jason into a relationship begins forming.

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     Later that night they still haven't found a cure and have tried calling a magic user in to help. This Zatanna is unavailable though, which helps Bruce quite a bit. The group goes out patrolling while he stays in ‘watching a movie’. In reality he's preparing to get Jason to give him a chance.

     The man had agreed to stay in the manor until Bruce is back to normal and Bruce is grateful to Stephanie for her support with that. She managed to get Jason to stay without having Bruce expose his interest. He understood why future Bruce liked her, her sneakiness was definitely endearing.

     When Jason finally drags himself to his room Bruce is waiting for him. He was too nervous to do something bold like wait naked on the man's bed, but he did wait in a robe. It hung to his knees and was silky and black. He had researched how sex between two men worked, with Steph helping him figure out modern technology.

     He hasn't been sure if Jason would want to bottom or not so he had just brought the lube he found in his nightstand and hoped he even got that far.

     Jason entered shirtless and wearing only a pair of low hanging sweatpants. The sight of him had Bruce nervous of being rejected, but despite his trepidation he stayed awkwardly seated on the bed facing the door. Jason barely startled before asking “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I- Well I came to- to see if you might be interested? In spending the night with me?” Bruce wishes he could face-palm without making things worse. He had never stuttered as much as he had in the less than twenty-four hours that he had known Jason. He was starting to realize that future Bruce might be ‘unapproachable’ because he knew he wouldn’t be able to string a  single coherent sentence in Jason’s presence.

     Despite he verbal blunder Jason seemed to consider his offer before saying, “Fuck it, I’ll probably never get the chance again.” With that he made his way over to the bed, gently pushed Bruce until he lay flat on his back, and then proceeded to kiss him breathless.

     Bruce had kissed a few girls before, but the contrast of having a stubbled jaw and skilled technique made the experience something completely alien. He didn’t want to fuck his one shot up, and froze. Jason pulled back to check on him.

“If you’ve changed your mind we can stop.”

“No! It’s not that I just…”

“Is this your first time?” Jason looked a bit apprehensive so Bruce was quick to reassure.

“No, it’s just that I’ve only ever kissed girls. It’s just different and I got nervous.”

“If you're sure,” Jason said, his voice hesitant and skeptical but he still kissed Bruce again.

     When their lips reunited Bruce was determined to use his limited knowledge to prove himself and began kissing back, making sure to not lay there stiff and motionless. 

     The kissing continued as Jason crawled onto the bed, his bulk brushing but being laid fully on Bruce. While he liked the kissing Bruce figured he should encourage things along, making sure Jason knew he hadn’t changed his mind. He began by placing his hands on Jason’s waist, his fingers digging into the soft skin littered with scars.

     As his hands shifted down to Jason’s hips he started dipping his fingers under the waistband of the sweats, dragging them down over the curve of Jason’s ass. He stopped for a moment just basking in the feeling of the flesh under his hands before fully pushing the pants down to Jason’s knees along with his underwear.

     The man pulls back, quickly shucking off the clothes before opening Bruce’s robe. He feels a sudden spike of self-consciousness, unsure if his body compares to the one Jason knows, but in the end he has nothing to fear. The feeling of lips kissing down his chest soothes any insecurity away, and the bolt of arousal that having Jason nip at his inner thigh produces has him panting and writhing on the sheets.

     He’s pushed further onto the bed as Jason climbs back on, and before he can get too distracted he pulls the bottle of lube from his robe pocket and throws the scrap of fabric off the bed in a ball.

“How do you want to do this?” he asks, knowing that regardless he’d enjoy every moment with Jason.

“Tempting as it would be to finally have you buried inside me, I think I’ll top this time. Older you might not be as willing to bottom if he gives me a second chance.”

“He sounds kinda boring.”

“Nah he’s just not comfortable with feeling vulnerable, and it’s hard not to understand his reason.”

“I can’t imagine not being able to trust you.”

“Yeah, well you don’t really know me.” This last statement seems to make Jason’s interest wane in their activities so Bruce is quick to pull him back into the moment.

     He pulls Jason forward and presses their lips together in another kiss, “I don’t care what you’ve done, I know that what I feel for you is greater than that.” He knows the words sound hollow, but there’s this feeling in his chest that it’s true that somehow older him feels that way.

     Regardless of whether he believes Bruce or not Jason seems to focus on the present as he continues their kissing and begins slicking up his fingers with the lube. Bruce is quick to arrange the pillows to get into the best position, his lips breaking away from Jason’s for a few moments. Finally he feels ready and with a nod of consent Jason places his fingers at his rim.

     He assumes that the man will push in right away and tries his best to relax his body, which just makes him feel tighter and tenser in his perception. Instead he feels the digit circling his entrance, gently dipping in less than an inch and then pulling back out.

     The feeling of something finally being pushed inside for the first time is startling but not painful. As the first finger becomes two then three, Bruce starts to relax and trust Jason to care for him. When he feels like he might come from the fingering alone Jason pulls out and lines himself up.

     He drips more lube onto his palm and slathers his hard length with it before pushing in until his tip has breached Bruce’s rim. The thrust of Jason's cock head into his body has Bruce clawing the man's back and sides. It's rougher than Bruce expected but he can't feel anything other than completion as Jason bottoms out, the lube doing a great deal of the heavy lifting in terms of his comfort.

     They kiss passionately as Bruce adjusts to the feeling of being full, then Jason begins thrusting shallowly. The movement has his chest, which is already pressed against Bruce's face, bouncing in the most titillating display.

     He cups the man's tits, unable to stop himself from sticking the nipple of one into his mouth while his fingers pinched the other. The bud perked up into a sharp point, the skin becoming rosy as Jason thrust into the hilt and had Bruce seeing stars from how good it felt.

     He knew Jason was hitting his prostate but the clinical knowledge that it would feel good was nothing compared to the reality. He doesn't remember releasing Jason's nipples, but he knows he must have as he throws his head back while coming. He comes back to himself with his arms wrapped around Jason's waist as the man keeps giving into him in brutal hard thrusts that have him whimpering in oversensitivity.

     When Jason finally cums, the feeling of hot cum flooding his ass pushes Bruce over the edge and makes him cum a second time. He didn't think such a thing was possible, but as they lay in the afterglow Jason teases him over having a ‘dry orgasm’.

     Bruce cuddles close to his Jason, not bothering to respond as he falls asleep, head pillowed on the man's plush chest.

     When he wakes the memories of the previous day and more importantly the night before flood adult Bruce's mind. He lays across Jason's chest, the man's warm arms wrapped around his waist. He wonders if he should get up and face the music but decides that he can deal with the consequences later.

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     Later comes far too soon for Bruce’s liking as Dick, of all people, storms in frantically searching for Bruce. He freezes at the sight of him returned to his adult self and then quickly back pedals out sensing that he doesn’t want anything to do with what’s about to unfold. Dick’s entrance after all has woken Jason.

     The look of confusion on the man’s face turns to mild alarm at the realization of just who he’s wrapped like an octopus around. Before he can freak out and shove Bruce away, Bruce speaks.

“I’m not mad about yesterday. And yes I remember what happened last night so you don’t have to worry.”

“Are you sure? Because it feels like I took advantage-”

“No, of course not. I’ve…” Bruce remembers his thought from the previous night about how hard speaking around Jason can be at times and reflects that he’ll need to improve on that. Well that and talking about feelings.

     He figures he can only win one battle at a time so he stumbles his way through a confession of feelings.

“I uh know that our relationship has been strained or complicated but I, well the truth is that a lot of that is my fault-”

“A lot? How about all of it!” Jason interrupts.

Bruce glares at him before replying “It’s hard enough to talk about feelings without being interrupted. So if you could shut up for five minutes I’ll finish my love confession and you can yell at me about my flaws.”

“Now,” he continues after his mini-rant “as I was saying I-”

     Jason interrupts him again, although he finds himself hard pressed to care as he’s kissed until he can barely breathe and then fucked into the mattress for the second time in the last twelve hours. As they lay in the afterglow he wonders if he can get a third round to finally have Jason riding him, it had been a fantasy of his for the last few weeks after all.

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The rest of the family seemed to have accepted that Jason and Bruce were a couple by the time the pair came down for breakfast. Dick seemed intent to not look at either of them which Bruce figured was fair. Steph was grinning as Duke passed what looked like fifty dollars to her, which Bruce couldn’t begrudge her since she had given him free advice. He did worry a bit about Damian glaring at him but figured they’d talk over whatever was causing that.

They finished eating without much drama, which in their family meant that only two fights broke out but thankfully no one did anything more physically aggressive than throwing a butter knife. Thankfully Tim ducked in time to miss Jason’s attack so all was well. He did wonder if he would need to deal with any fall out from his friends in the league but figured it wasn’t any of the teams business what he and another adult got up to.

Eventually the family parted ways to do whatever they had planned for this particular Saturday. Meanwhile Jason dragged Bruce along to the library where he quickly grabbed a book. Bruce soon found himself on the window seat with Jason sprawled on his lap, head resting on his shoulder.

They lay there in silence for what felt like an hour, with Bruce holding Jason close as he quietly read aloud to him. The sun rose high as they finally rose, the book paused at the end of a chapter. They began kissing, softly and gently in contrast to the passion of the night before.

They managed to pull themselves away, after a long while, and rise to go back to bed. Jason’s rough fingers dragged paths of electricity up Bruce’s chest as he stripped Bruce’s shirt away. Before he could be pushed onto the bed he interrupted, asking “Can we switch things up this time?”

Jason quickly nodded his assent and dove back in for a kiss, biting Bruce’s lower lip. Bruce pulled back to rid the man of his clothes and push him onto the bed. He crawled between his legs, a plan forming in his mind, before he grabbed Jason by the knees and began kissing his way up, He nipped his thigh leaving purple blooming as he worked his way up. Once he reached the crease at his thigh he switched legs and started from the knee once more.

“Stop teasing,” Jason growled pulling Bruce’s hair the slightest bit as he grabbed him. Bruce didn’t let it stop him from slowly working his way back up and stopping again just to drive him crazier. Jason let out a whine and looked shocked to have made the noise. Before he could recover Bruce wrapped his lips around the head of his cock and swallowed it down.

He overestimated himself though and has to pull back to only two-thirds after nearly gagging. He starts a rhythm as he starts fingering Jason. He’s stopped as the lube is passed to him. He slicks his fingers and pushes them in, searching for Jason prostate. 

He knows he’s hit it when Jason jerks under him and pushes himself down his throat. He pulls back as the man apologizes, but he waves it away as he returns to fingering him open. When he feels ready Bruce gently scoops Jason up and positions him over himself.

He catches on to Bruce’s plans and grabs his shoulder with one hand while lining them up with the other. At the first press in Bruce clutches him harder not wanting to rush him. Jason seems to have other plans as he pushes himself down until he’s seated on Bruce’s thighs, taking him completely.

They sit there for a moment before Jason begins a punishing rhythm, throwing his head back as he moans. Bruce tries to match his thrusts, pushing up into the tight heat of his body, fingers leaving bruises on his hips as he keeps him balanced. He notices Jason’s movements getting more frantic as he gets closer to cumming, and aims for his prostate to get him there.

The fingers Jason had dug unto his shoulders scratch down his back as he begins cuming. The sharp sting pushes him over the edge along with the sudden tightening around his length. As they come down Bruce gently lays Jason down on his back, carefully pulling out.

He lifts Jason back into his position from earlier, but this time instead of sucking hickeys into his thighs, he presses his tongue into his hole and begins cleaning him up.