Anonymous: "Ah--ah, B-Bruce! Nng, slower please," the young Robin cried, tears forming in your eyes. Bruce grunted, "Just a little longer, Jason." Jason wailed, arching his back and trying to squirm away from Bruce's strong hands holding him down. Alfred walked into the room, watching coolly. "Almost done, Master Bruce?" Bruce looked up at Alfred. "Almost, Alfred. I can't believe he refused to let you get the glass shards out of his back." Jason whined low in his throat, "It fucking /hurts/, that's why."

I was not expecting that. 

Now what am I supposed to do with this boner. *hands on hips*

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