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Thomas observes the man in front of him, head tilted slightly to the side. Richard doesn’t bat an eye under the attention, body relaxed and pliant, eyes blinking dazedly up at the ceiling, pupils blown and pink lips parted.
He didn’t know what he expected to find when he tracked Richard down in Bludhaven, going after the son Bruce left behind when he fled, but it wasn’t—this. Wasn’t a boy living in a cab, smelling of recent sex and so clearly down in subspace that it leaves Thomas incredulous. There’s no dom around, no sign of whoever was responsible for putting Richard down. Just the boy sprawled over the backseat, pants still undone and for all intents and purposes completely unaware of Thomas’ presence.
When he learned about the memory loss of Nightwing, about how Bruce had left his eldest child alone and vulnerable and to fend for himself, it had been one more sign of how unfit his son is for the role he chose. And he decided immediately to find Richard, use it to show Bruce just what happens to those he ruins when he leaves them behind, but now...
Richard blinks placidly when Thomas lays a hand on his cheek, leaning into the contact. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and Thomas admires the action, admires the way those blue eyes blink up at him, so trusting and deep.
There’s nothing as beautiful as a sub down deep. Thomas hadn’t imagined a hero of Nightwing’s caliber would be one, but he isn’t one of those doms who think subs incapable of doing anything useful or having minds of their own. His wife was a sub, and Martha was just about the toughest person he knew.
But it doesn’t change the fact that when in subspace, they’re...vulnerable. Weak. And Thomas’ disgust towards Bruce grows even stronger for the man abandoning his sub son where anyone could take advantage. Where clearly someone already has.
Richard’s eyes drift around, and finally land on Thomas’ face. He blinks heavily, and his brow furrows a little, and then he slurs out, “Br...uce?”
Calling out for a man who didn’t give him a second thought. The poor boy doesn’t even realize how thoroughly he’s been abandoned.
Bruce needs to be punished for everything he’s done, including this. And what better way to prove the consequences of his actions than to show it happen?
Thomas glances around the street; it’s empty, no one out in Blud in the middle of the night. No one to witness anything Thomas might do.
He reaches for his belt, undoing it quickly and pulling down his zipper. With one hand he pulls his cock out, and with the other he manipulates Richard’s head, tilting it back until his jaw drops open wide.
Richard’s throat bobs, and he makes a noise like he’s trying to say something, but quiets as soon as Thomas shushes him.
“Keep your mouth open, boy,” Thomas orders, and Richard shivers. “Be good for me.”
Those blue eyes dilated further, and he tips his head back of his own volition, inching closer to the edge of the seat and making it easier for Thomas to feed him his cock.
Slick, wet heat surrounds him, and Thomas lets out a small groan at the sensation. It’s been a while since he was with anyone; his mission on this Earth has, so far, consumed his time, and the furthest thing from his mind has been sex. But a beautiful sub just waiting for him, abandoned by the man who brought him into this world? How could he turn that down?
Richard, like the good sub he clearly is, does his best to please him as he rocks in and out of the boy’s mouth. He strokes Thomas’ cock with his tongue, swallows around him again and again once Thomas pushes into his throat.
He’s beautiful, really. Full lips, bright eyes, smooth skin. The jagged scar across his shaved head shows just how much he’s been through, and it makes him even more attractive—Thomas appreciates a little life experience, and those who have known pain. Those like him.
When he feels his orgasm approaching, Thomas pulls out, stroking himself through the last few moments before coming on the boy’s face.
Richard is consistently shivering now, eyes locked almost desperately into Thomas’ face as he lies there with cum on his cheeks, his nose, clumping his eyelashes. His breathing is a little fast, and Thomas isn’t a bad dom—he isn’t going to deprive the sub of what he needs.
“Good boy,” he says, and Richard moans softly, back arching. “Very well done.”
He pulls out his phone and snaps a photo, making sure Richard’s face is perfectly clear. Then he types out a caption and sends it out to the number he knows by heart, and smiles as he pictures Bruce’s face when he sees it.
You've done so well with your children, Bruce. Clearly they’re perfectly fine. Time to make a choice about what you do next—keep running, or face me like a man?
And then he shuts the door of the cab and walks away, leaving the blissed-out sub behind, just like Bruce has.