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Swear Jar (on AO3)
pairing: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent
rating: offscreen sexing, naughty words (obviously)
word count: 3Kish
summary: Bruce tries to teach Jason a little lesson. It backfires, as all attempts to teach Jason Todd must inevitably do.






"Ow, damn it!" Jason flinched back from the hot stove, sucking on his burnt finger. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Where the hell is Alfred?"

"Jason." Bruce put down his newspaper. "Language."

"I burned my fucking finger! Ow, Jesus! It hurts."

Bruce rose, grabbed the wounded hand, and led him to the sink. He ran cold water over the (admittedly sizeable) welt, and reached for an aloe packet in the cabinet. "You know those pads Alfred keeps in the drawer to the left of the stove? Those are what you reach for, if you want to move a pan of boiling water."

"Can't I just reach for a fucking butler?" ( Read more... )