aloneindarknes7 | Fic: One Way to Grieve (Reply)

Title: One Way to Grieve
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Slash
Pairing: BatmanFlash mentions past BatmanSuperman
Fandom: Justice League
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 1,286
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fic.
Author's Note: Written for livefree13 for winning my bid at help_haiti request of "Grieving after the sudden loss of Superman (via Doomsday), Flash reaches out to Batman and attempts to soothe both their aches."

“It’s okay to miss him.”

Batman continued to type away at his large computer consul. Flash’s words echoed in the cave but Batman chose to ignore the speedster. He didn’t need to deal with the fastest man alive and he knew that with the shortest attention span in the world, the Flash would eventually leave if ignored long enough.

“He meant a lot to many people.”

It didn’t seem like Flash was going to get bored and leave anytime soon and Batman wondered if it would be better to just kick him out. But he wasn’t about to take a break from his work. He had just taken a break a few hours ago. Or perhaps that was yesterday. He wasn’t too sure but he wasn’t too concerned either. It was perfectly normal for him to work for days nonstop. Alfred usually forced him into a bed after a week anyways.

Batman’s chair was swiveled and two hands fell down on the arms, locking Batman into the chair to glare coldly into two masked eyes. “And I know he meant a lot to you too.” Flash’s voice was soft and gentle, just like the man behind the mask.

“What do you want, Flash?” Batman stated. It wasn’t an angry growl, it was just the same tone Batman used all the time when talking to Flash.

Flash frowned and a hand came up to cup Batman’s cheek. “I miss him too, Bats.” Flash whispered. “There never will be another like him. I mean, there really can only be one Superm--”

Batman cut him off by grabbing at Flash’s face and pulling him forward into a crushing kiss. He didn’t want Flash to say the name. There was no reason to speak the name of a dead man. It could only bring back ghosts and Batman had enough ghosts to deal with. He didn’t need to be bothered by the thoughts of past caresses and soft words when wrapped in softer sheets and strong arms. Those thoughts would only distract Batman from the present and future because they were in the past and were never going to happen again.

Flash was the present and maybe the future. Batman didn’t really want to think about the future but he would have to eventually and why not consider Flash?

The thought of trusting his heart so easily and quickly frightened him. Why should he put his heart out there again for someone? The last person he trusted to guard his heart seemed perfect and unbreakable, was thought to be indestructible up until he died. Flash was weaker but faster. Would he be able to out run death and still not lose Batman’s heart in his speed?

Too much thinking was happening. Batman shut his mind off as much as he could and focused on Flash.

Batman’s hands dug into Flash’s biceps a little too roughly. Batman was obviously too used to touching skin that didn’t bruise but Flash didn’t mind. Or if he did mind, he didn’t voice it as he allowed Batman’s rough hands to rove over his revealed skin as he slowly pealed the costume off of the other. Flash healed quickly and what was one more bruise to him anyways? Especially if it meant helping Batman grieve because Flash understood that people grieved differently and Batman was definitely different so if he needed to mourn his last lover and friend by creating a new lover out of another friend, that was fine.

It was actually way more than fine since Batman had a lot of practice and knowledge on just what to do when with another man so he knew exactly where to put his hands on Flash’s body to get him mewling like a little kitten. “Oh, Bats,” Flash groaned and arched his back as gloved hands traced his spine.

Flash was naked, stark naked and already hard, while Batman was fully clothed. It didn’t seem fair for Flash to be so revealed while Batman was still protected. But Flash wasn’t going to say anything for fear of offending Batman and he did not want to offend Batman when the man had his hands wrapped around his hard erection. Flash instead decided to praise and worship Batman with his words as he was maneuvered to kneel over Batman’s lap on his chair.

“Batman, Batman, oh, Batman, yes,” Flash panted as he rested his head against Batman’s shoulder. Batman ran his teeth up and down over Flash’s neck and pumped him knowingly.

Breaking away from Flash for a moment, Batman quickly took off his gloves and tossed them onto the computer consul then moved right back into his previous position. It was so much better without the gloves. Flash could feel the odd combination of touch from Batman’s hands. Long, soft fingers yet contrastingly hard palms, especially where the calluses were, as the hand moved up and down his shaft. Stroking and squeezing as the hand moved up and down, the thumb twirling over the sensitive head to make Flash moan low and long as his toes curled.

“Batman,” Flash panted as he rolled his forehead around on Batman’s strong shoulder. He could feel sweat slowly starting to drip down his neck and he fought off the urge to wipe it away. Flash jerked as the trail of sweat was wiped away by Batman’s tongue a split second later. Flash considered that Batman had been holding out on the team and that he secretly had psychic powers but then Batman cupped his balls in his deceivingly gentle hands and Flash decided that he didn’t care at all if Batman could create rainbows with his eyes.

And then Flash was seeing rainbows behind his closed eyes. Or perhaps he was seeing stars and fireworks. He didn’t really care because he just knew that he was incredibly happy and in complete bliss for a moment as he covered his stomach and Batman’s hand.

Flash tried to stay in his happy place for as long as he could. He didn’t want to open his eyes and realize that he had just been given a hand job from the equivalence of a grieving widow. He really didn’t want to face the awkwardness that would be realizing he had just let himself be used sexually by Batman and how was he supposed to approach the topic of returning the favor anyways? But he had too.

Slowly, Flash lifted his head from his comfortable position and looked at Batman. The hollow eyes of the mask stared back at him. Flash licked his lips and turned his attention down to his stained stomach. That was a mistake because it made him blush and there was no way he was going to look back up at Batman with red cheeks to match his red hair.

A tissue was pressed into Flash’s hand and Flash was eternally grateful as he moved off of Batman’s lap, cleaned himself up, and quickly got dressed. He was the fastest man alive so the tasks only took a second but when he turned around to face Batman again, once his mask was firmly in place, the other man was already turned around and back to work typing away different information and codes into his computer.

Flash sighed. “I,” he closed his mouth and shook his head, his words dying before given a chance to be born. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

Batman nodded and Flash took it as a good sign. It was recognition and as close to acceptance of Flash being a bother as Flash knew he would get from Batman. He ran back to his home with a smile on his face and an eagerness in his heart.