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cyanberet · 7 years

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Movie Night

And JayDick week 3 comes to a close on day 8! It’s a free day :D

Dick and Jason have the night off and spend it watching a slasher flick. At least, that’s where they start.

Rated PG-13 for making out and one use of the word “fuck.”

Movie night was perhaps the single best idea Jason ever had. Not only was it one of the few times Jason let Dick snuggle with him, but it was one of the fewer times he'd let Dick feed him popcorn and candy. Dick had given up on watching the slasher about fifteen minutes ago. Instead, he lays with his head in Jason's lap and places popcorn kernels at Jason's lips every so often.

"Do you want something?" Jason finally asks after the eighteenth kernel. Dick shrugs.

"Not really, I'm good here," he admits. This earns an incredulous smirk.

"You're something else," Jason strokes silky raven locks. Dick wrinkles his nose. "Sit up." The look that follows is familiar, but more often seen in the morning when Jason tries to rouse the sleeping beauty so they might leave the apartment on time. They never do.

"Why?" He slowly sits up, though. In place of answering, Jason pulls Dick into his lap. "Ah," escapes Dick's throat as Jason brings him in so they're pressed chest to chest. Dick drapes his arms over Jason's shoulders, lazily clasping his hands. They freeze in the moment, watching each other as if they had never seen them this close before. Green eyes flit to Dick's barely parted lips.

"I've never just kissed you," it's more of an escaped thought than an actual statement. Dick tries to retort, but fails to come up with a time they had kissed outside of sex.

"Then just kiss me," Dick settles for that response. Jason cups Dick's jaw and gently presses their lips together. Dick all but melts into his partner. They'd fucked too many times to count and Jason had reduced him to a puddle most of those times, but this was different. This was safe, warm, and Dick loses his ability to come up with more words to describe the kiss. In that moment, the only thing in his world is Jason's chapped lips against his and the thought that nothing else is expected of it. They're frozen for a moment like middle schoolers who've never had the glory of lip to lip contact. Slowly, they separate.

"Woah," Jason mumbles as his hand returns to the acrobat’s side.

"Yeah," Dick breathes. He shifts and brings their lips together again. This time there's more hunger, and Jason drags his tongue across Dick's bottom lip. Dick gladly opens up, almost moaning as strong hands massage his back. He tangles his hands in Jason's hair as if looking for somewhere to hold onto. Jason's hands roam, untucking Dick's shirt. "Hold up," Dick gasps as he breaks the kiss, "I thought we weren't going there."

"Right," Jason apologizes before shrugging and smoothing Dick's shirt, "You looked too uptight anyway." He winks and lets his gaze drift to the other's soft, petal pink smirk again. Dick grins and kisses Jason again, but hardly lingers on his lips. He peppers kisses everywhere his lips can reach- Jason's cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his lips again, an ear, down his jaw and neck, back up to his cheek and finally rests on his lips. All the while Jason can hardly wipe off the smile. Dick is dumb, but he's rather in love with it. "You good?" There's an unfamiliar chuckle in that question. Dick feels a spike of joy at the sound of almost genuine amusement from Jason.

"I'm making up for lost kisses," Dick explains kissing the corner of Jason's lips, "What with you being all prudish about them until now." Jason can't help but chuckle again. An idea he's never thought was reasonable crosses his mind, and this time, it doesn't sound so bad considering the object of his attacks and the alien weightlessness in his chest.

"Two can play at that," Dick's heart jumps seven stories up as Jason barrages him with light kisses, pushing the first Robin onto his back. He can't help but let laughter bubble out of him as Jason covers every inch of his skin that he can find. Suddenly, a squeak escapes Dick. Jason knows what kind of squeak that was. "Ticklish?" the boy wonder is ticklish. He has to be. Jason skims a hand over Dick's side again, making him squirm.

"No," he lies, knowing Jason knows that's a lie. He's going to abuse the fact no matter what he says. Suddenly his t-shirt is pushed up and his sides are tormented. He feebly pushes against the wall that is Jason above him. "Stop!" he gasps, "Jason! You're so-" he breaks off when Jason presses his lips to his stomach and blows "-mean!" The final word comes out as a shriek. He's reduced to giggles and powerless struggles. Dick tries to push Jason off but another barrage of raspberries on his stomach renders him unable. His legs kick out sporadically, not really doing much to help. Jason sits up to take in the flushed man underneath him. Laughter still escapes them as Dick pants and Jason watches his conquest.

"God, you're beautiful," he can't help but press his lips to Dick's again, holding the other's face between his hands. Lost in the moment, they miss the footsteps into the living room.

"Dick, where-" the baritone voice cuts out when he spies the two tangled in each other, Dick's shirt pushed up almost to his collarbone and Jason's arms holding the smaller one as close as he possibly could, "oh." The two sit up to face none other than their mentor. Dick couldn't flush darker, but Jason was immediately scarlet.

"This isn't what it looks like?" Dick manages as he pushes his shirt down, smoothing it too long.

"Sure," Bruce continues to gawk at what suddenly have transformed from his previous two Robins, immortally children, into grown men.

"Should we leave?" Jason feels the weight come crashing back down.

"Um. No," Bruce turns, "I'll- I'll do that. You two… enjoy." With that, they're alone again. Dick swallows. Suddenly, they're giggling in spite of the moment.

"Did you see his face?" Jason tries to hide the grin.

"It was the same face he made when Salina was waiting for us in the batcave," Dick remembers a time he had come back to help on a case and returned to home base to find the woman sprawled on a table, clearly expecting the Bat alone instead of with Nightwing and Robin in tow. Jason snorts.

"She was naked," Jason wrinkles his nose.

"He thinks we're fucking," Dick strokes the soft locks at the base of Jason's head. They reduce to fits of laughter again. It feels far too good to laugh like this crosses Jason's mind for a fleeting second. Dick pecks Jason's lips. Jason pulls him back, enjoying the moment.

"I love you," he mumbles when they separate. Dick's stomach pitches at the words. Jason never used those words. Not like that at least.

"I love you too," Dick all but breathes. They stare into each other's eyes. Then they're in embrace, clinging to each other like the world was ending and they couldn't bear to leave the other.

"I mean it," Jason has his nose buried in Dick's hair.

"I know you do," Dick presses a kiss to Jason's shoulder, "And that's why I mean it." They relax into the pillows, returning their attention to the movie. Jason presses one last kiss to Dick's temple as they start the sequel. They don't last long, though. Too many all-night patrols and too few moments feeling as at ease as this one catches up quickly. Dick falls asleep first- at least, Jason assumes he's asleep, since he has stopped moving.

"I will love you until the day I die, Richard Grayson," he whispers into the raven locks. Dick sighs, the corners of his lips turning upwards.

"That's from It's a Wonderful Life," he laces his fingers in Jason's.

"No, I made it up," Jason grins, "Go back to sleep."

"Only if you sleep too," Dick drapes his arm over Jason's stomach.

"If you wish it," Jason strokes a lock of Dick's hair.

"Hey, Jason," crystalline eyes look into green.

"Yes?"

"I'll love you no matter how many times you die," he settles against Jason and goes to sleep. Jason watches his lover for a while until sleep snatches him away too.

They need to do movie night more often.

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jaydickrecommendations · 6 years

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Do you have a list of all time fav? Like some certain fics you always go back to all the time and can't let go?

There are some faves! There are actually 2 of us on this blog (I got help guys it’s so exciting!) so I’ll put the recs from each of us & try to indicate whose is whose? And maybe eventually we’ll introduce ourselves? (Sorry all of mine have been recommended already)

You could also ask me my fave fics tomorrow and they’d probably change and I’m pretty sure that’s true for both of us.

Cat’s Faves

Thief!Dick Verse by JayDick_Hell

Dick Grayson’s life ended the night he witnessed his parents fall in the Big Top. He raised himself on the streets and learned to hone his various talents to grow into the talented and notorious thief known as Robin. One day, he finds himself in Blüdhaven, sizing up a place when he’s interrupted by the Red Hood.

Jason Todd finally branched out from the shadow of the Bat, ready to be his own hero. He just decided ‘Haven would be his Gotham when he came across a handsome stranger clearly up to no good. Naturally, he had to put a stop to the criminal. He never expected to get addicted to the wily thief.

For what it’s worth: So good. Very cute series, I love it so much.

Bite Me to the Bone by elwon

After six months walking around with a beating heart, Dick wishes he could use the speed, strength and abilities he’s used to. Because he’s still a soulless demon deep down. Being able to walk in the daylight and eat pizza do not make up for this utter humiliation and punishment. But then the Red Hood appears, and things start to look up.

For what it’s worth: So good. Just. amazingly fantastic. Side note on this one: I actually told my mom how obsessed I was with this fic within 10 minutes of finishing it.

Fumes of our love by moonfox281

Behind every successful man, there is a woman… No, no it’s not! It’s 2016 for God’s sake. You can’t assume anybody’s gender.It must change to 'Behind every successful husband, there is a wife.’ Cause wife is just a title, not a gender, and, yeah, let admit it, there are a wife and husband in every relationship.Things are the same, just a lot stranger when you’re a powerful mob boss, and your other half is a hot ass super-hero.

For what it’s worth: I think the coolest way to approach their relationship is when you’re looking at Jason being a crime lord vs Dick being a vigilante and this fic does it perfectly.

Another Perfect Catastrophe by Mikimoo, pentapus (Artwork here)

Dick goes undercover as himself in order to catch a gang of international thieves. Jason reluctantly tags along as his long suffering bodyguard. During the ensuing mayhem they get to know each other again and build a few bridges.

For what it’s worth: they have to work together to take down crime while undercover??? sign me up. very very good & bonus: art!! the best.

Jellzu’s Faves

knocked me off the ground byWindmire

“It’s Jason Todd you’d be working with. You remember Jason, right?”

“He’s probably hoping you remember him.”

For his best friend’s wedding, Dick’s more than willing to double as best man and co-wedding planner, even if it means going back to the city he’s been avoiding for years on end. Then he meets the other best man and co-wedding planner and falling so hard and so fast was so not part of the plan.

For what it’s worth: This had me cackling. Dick sees a hot guy, has to work with hot guy for best friends wedding. Oh and, apparently he knows this hot guy but doesn’t remember and said guy sure does remember him? Well then, let the awkwardness ensue.

Two Worlds byxserenity

Dick thought it was just a dream, a weird dream but apparently it wasn’t. He found himself stuck in a reality where he wasn’t dating Jason Todd. Instead, he was dating some girl he didn’t know.

And he hated the fact.

For what it’s worth: I always love the fics where either Dick or Jason are transported to another universe where they aren’t dating each other. It’s angst and fluff mixed together but at the same time, amusing because then they always try to get their counterparts to date. Ah, my heart.

we will wear our masks again out after dark byIMightwing

Dick paused and looked straight at Jason. “I want you to be Batman until I’m healed.”

“No,” Jason said. No way in hell, he wanted to say, but the quicker he got this over with, the better.

For what it’s worth: A theory: Jason will do what Dick asks of him just because of the fact that _Dick is asking him to do him a favor_. He didn’t plan it, but here he is, in the batcave, covering for Dick Grayson… Great.

Hurricane bykeykiyoshi7443

The high school AU where Jason and Dick star in a musical that no one really wanted.

For what it’s worth: No matter what, high school AUs are one of the best. Especially when it has Jason doing the cellblock tango. This needs to be an animatic. (That may or may not be in the works. i just can’t help myself) But IT’S THE CELLLBLOCK TANGO. Come on people, it’s pure.

#jaydick #jaydickhell #elwon #moonfox281 #mikimoo #pentapus #windmire #xserenity #imightwing #keykiyoshi7743 #creator commentary #fwiw #list #fic #art

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pentapoda · 8 years

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inktober day 31/jaydick week 3 day 8: Free Day

#jaydick #nightwing #jason todd #jaydickweek3 #jaydickhell #dick grayson #red hood #pentapoda drew this #made it to the end woohoo #inktober 2016 #my stuff

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aconitemare · 8 years

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Jaydick Week 3 - Day 2: Contract with the Devil

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A/N: I changed Jason's relationship to Bruce slightly from the original chapter. In the last one, he is adopted by Bruce at an early age, refers to him as "dad," and goes by Jason Wayne. In this one, I decided to veer closer to canon - Jason is adopted late in life, refers to him as Bruce, and goes by Jason Todd.

Summary: Dick apparently catches Jason’s reaction anyway and hides his mouth behind his palm. The astonishment doesn’t wear from his eyes. “A feeder? You must be joking.” His incredulity puts Jason on the defensive. “It’s no big deal.” Dick more or less giggles. “Oh, man. Can I, in a good conscience, take advantage of your desperation?” Jason glares. “Fuck you.” “Is that part of your offer?” Dick taunts.

“Really, Dick?” Jason asks, eyebrows raised. He slips off his brown leather backpack so it hangs casually off one shoulder. Dick likes to tease that the bag makes him look like a schoolboy. He hopes this mitigates the effect.

Dick rubs the smudge of blood at the corner of his lips, looking embarrassed. The driver lays slumped against a box of shift suppressors. “I was hungry.”

Shift suppressors are expensive around Gotham, although some states have passed legislation including them in the free health care package. Gotham and its sister cities are of the opinion that if werewolves can’t afford shift suppressors for the full moon, then they will find somewhere else to live altogether.

For the most part, it’s a solid strategy. The exception is when a werewolf is willing to buy under the table from the Waynes, the presiding pack in Gotham. They sell suppressors cheap to weres who can’t afford the medication properly.

Gotham, meanwhile, gets its suppressors from Bludhaven. In the past few months, the Titans clan has risen to the top in the black market while they build a cleaner reputation in the political realm. Hands shifted from one circle to the next and now the Waynes deal directly with them for imports. Per request of Jason’s adoptive father, Bruce — “request” always being a nebulous term with the head of the Wayne pack — Jason has become the go-to guy for all things vampire.

Or at least, all things Dick Grayson.

“He offered, okay?” Dick defends himself, pointing wildly at the unconscious figure. The man’s baseball cap shields his eyes from the moon spilling over the blacktop of Park Row Market’s parking lot.

“Yeah? You vamp-trance him into that?”

Dick rolls his eyes. “When will you quit that? We went over this the last exchange. Remember? We asked Siri? Spent, like, ten minutes searching for non-existent proof?” When Jason doesn’t immediately respond, Dick says in exasperation, “Snopes discredited it. If you can’t trust Snopes, what site can you trust?”

Jason needs to set the record straight. “First of all, jackass, Snopes didn’t discredit shit. It said the evidence was inconclusive. Second of all, if this was so consensual, why’s the dude lying there like he’s all coked up?”

Dick gives him a put-upon look. “Was I supposed to carry him in my arms all the way to Bludhaven?”

Jason smiles, saccharine. “To the car would’ve been fine.”

Dick purses his lips, cogs turning in his head. While he ruminates over his bedside manners, Jason motions one of his guys to help stack boxes into Bruce’s truck.

“You know, I get the feeling you see me as an asshole,” mentions Dick.

“No!” replies Jason, aghast.

Dick nods as if he knows he deserves the sarcasm. “Fair enough. But maybe you could try seeing things from my point of view? Pretty please?”

Jason waves his hand: Proceed.

Dick launches into his narrative. “It’s been a long day. You’ve been been ushered out of bed after three hours of sleep. The weather app says it’s going to be a beautiful, sunshiney morning with a slight chance of spontaneously combusting into flames. You slather on some sunscreen that’s expired and makes your normally flawless skin oily as fish, and you smell like fish because you live by a river, and you meet with D-list politicians who keep asking you to smile real big for photos because they want you to look trashy with your super-scary fangs.”

Jason crosses his arm against his chest. He can tell this will take a bit; Dick is a very chatty vampire.

“Your best friend doesn’t know how to operate the kitchen but he’s taken it upon himself to feed the clan for a dinner celebrating the wholly unpleasant meeting with the mayor of Bludhaven,” Dick continues. “He sets off the fire alarm and burns a good portion of your counters, so that’s going to be in the paper, right next to the picture of you shaking hands with the mayor. After politics and insurance paperwork, you get the pleasure of engaging in criminal activity. And you can’t even complain about the burnt dinner, because all your human drug mules are going to make stupid comments like, But I thought vampires get sick off juicy roast and apple pie.

“You don’t get sick off freaking awesome food, but do you get sick off charred beef, so you’re both starved and light-headed because, in between the hustle of daily life, you haven’t kept your blood levels up. Your driver notices you’re looking worse for the wear, so kindly he extends his wrist. And then passes out two minutes before a brutally attractive, but rather snotty pup arrives to make you regret getting out of the coffin today.” Dick finishes his monologue and tilts his chin up like he’s presented a moving speech on vampire rights.

Jason thinks in the back of his mind, You can help feed an infantile vampire with just one pint of blood a day. Be the change and call now. “Huh, a coffin?” he voices instead. “I always pictured you hanging upside down from the rafters.” Jason holds two fingers above each side of his head like bat ears.

“Very funny, Jay,” Dick says with a pinched expression. “My point is that it’s not easy being a vampire. We don’t all have a Dr. Carlisle to smuggle us free bags of our exact blood type.”

“Wait, blood type matters?”

“Well, not for me. Universal receiver.” Dick does a peace sign. “But the principle stands. You think I like hunting after a long day at work? Or explaining to creeps with fetishes that just because I drank their blood once, doesn’t mean I’m secretly into them? Not to mention anemics. Usually I can smell them, but when I get a cold, forget it. My nose gets all stuffed up.” Dick shakes his head in disdain. “It’s tough.”

Jason snickers and digs in his pockets for a box of cigarettes. “You get that a lot? People confusing sex with dinner?” he asks, balancing one between his lips and lighting up.

“Not to sound like I’m bragging, but yeah, constantly.”

The background noise of wheels on the main road only stands out to Jason approximately a few seconds before his father’s smell hits him. He rolls his eyes and leaves the conversation, Dick calling after him.

Jason makes it to the sidewalk by the time the wheels roll to a stop. Out step none other than Bruce and Tim. “Hey, boss. And secretary,” Jason drawls, nodding at Tim.

Bruce looms over Jason, hands stiff at his sides and sunglasses over his eyes even though it’s night and nobody on the right side of the law is watching. “I brought Tim here to oversee the transaction in your place. You and I need to talk.”

Jason glances in question at Tim, but the kid quickly looks away. Yikes. “Now?” Jason asks, just to be difficult.

“Of course,” says Bruce, oh so smoothly.

Jason gazes over his shoulder at the parking lot. There are only a few more boxes left to load onto the truck. Some distance off, the unconscious driver is still slumped on the ground. Dick is poking his shoulder.

Jason heaves a sigh and acquiesces. “Alright. Let’s paint the town red.”

Bruce’s lips quiver in a smile that dies before it lives. “Funny choice of words,” he remarks, circling over to the driver’s side, and Jason knows instantly he’s in deep.

Jason shoulders off his bag and opens the passenger door. As he ducks inside, he warns Tim, “Hey, don’t let Edward Cullen over there read your mind. If he goes for your neck, suplex him.”

Tim crosses his arms, but there’s quiet laughter in his eyes. “Dick’s nicer than you are.”

“You said the same thing about Lex Luthor before he had Clark’s wings forcefully removed in a surgery scam,” Jason points out. Beside him, Bruce starts the car.

Tim’s eyebrows furrow in indignation. “How was I supposed to know he was a demon?” Jason shuts the car door. Before Bruce drives off, he hears Tim shout, “He wears pupiled contacts!”

The roof of Park Row Market hasn’t even disappeared from view when Bruce cuts to the chase. The streetlights slice his face into fragments of cheekbone, downturned mouth, and tired eyes. “Commissioner Gordon called me today. There’s been talk of a black wolf with a white forehead sending drug dealers to the hospital.” Bruce slows at a stop sign, and then turns a corner. “A few of them have left in body bags.”

Jason drums his fingers against the door. “Only the ones who sell to kids,” he modifies.

Bruce sighs. It’s a heavy sound. “I’ve already said you can’t keep doing this. I can’t protect both you and my reputation.”

Jason laughs, dry and sarcastic. “Can’t forget your sacred reputation.”

The moon is a sliver high above the Gothic architecture of modern city staples. They drive by a plaza old as dirt roads. A red neon sign featuring two strategic roses declares Gotham’s longest-standing strip club. Right next to it is an overpriced convenience store sporting arched windows and a Subway made of stone.

“My ‘sacred’ reputation provides for the pack and ensures Gotham is a safe place not just for our kind, but for everyone. The only reason the GPD hasn’t cracked down on our black market contributions is because we keep the peace. If we’re no longer doing that, they will put an end to my name and Gotham will erupt into chaos.”

Jason whistles lowly. “Sounds dramatic.”

Bruce’s fists tense around the wheel. “I’m firing you, Jason. You no longer have a place in the business.”

Jason is struck. “Whoa, what?”

“You’re still in the pack and you’re welcome at our home, as you always have been. This decision has been made with no harsh feelings. In fact, the whole pack is having breakfast this weekend — ”

“Man, fuck your omelettes, you just fired me!”

“Finding another job — ”

“I thought I was supposed to take over when you retire. I thought I was supposed to be, you know,” Jason waves his hand helplessly, “the alpha.”

Bruce’s expression is admonishing. “You know how I feel about you using that word. It’s a cliche that stigmatizes werewolves.”

“Well, that’s what I was supposed to be, right?” Jason persists. In the back of his mind, he knows he shouldn’t be surprised. He devoted his adolescence to reminding Bruce how little he mattered to the family. Why is he shocked now that it’s true? “You said you were training me to be responsible. For when you’re laid up on a cot and hacking your lungs and can’t tell the difference between Cass and Duke because your eyes have fallen out from old age.”

Bruce clears his throat. Jason watches his posture, reads Bruce’s body language for how it closes off. Bruce is uncomfortable as he informs, “That position has been passed to Cassandra, actually.”

“Seriously?” Again, Jason shouldn’t be surprised. Bruce wouldn’t fire him without someone else immediately lined up.

Efficient.

“Cassandra has more than proven herself worthy of managing all aspects of the pack, including the street and Wayne Enterprises. She is intelligent, hard-working, and disciplined.” It’s the way he says this last item that Jason feels the tape measure held up against his body. Disciplined. But Jason doesn’t need to hear her resume.

He thought — foolishly, in retrospect — that it would be Damian. Of all the people in Bruce’s immediate circle, Damian is the most deadset on usurping Jason’s rank. It’s another surprise that shouldn’t be a surprise at all: the quintessential Wayne is Cain.

“Dami’s going to be pissed,” Jason notes.

“If he’s smart, he’ll hold his tongue and refrain from challenging her.”

“Because she’s more deserving of leadership? Unlike me?” Jason leans closer to Bruce. “Because al Ghul gives me hell and you never say a damn word.”

“That’s untrue and unfair. I have defended you plenty. It’s not on me if verbal taunts from a child shake your confidence.”

That’s it. Jason’s not going to sit here and be insulted on top of fired. “Stop the car,” he orders, undoing his belt and grabbing his bag from the floor. “I’m getting out.”

Bruce slams down on the brakes abruptly enough that Jason’s back bangs against the suede seat. Jason nearly rips the handle off in his urgency. “Avoid cameras,” advises Bruce, quiet.

Jason shoves the door closed as brutally as possible in response. He takes off at a running pace toward an enclave of trees behind a gas station, shedding his jacket and then his shirt until he’s obscured by shadows and can strip off his boxers and socks, too. Once he’s safely tucked out of sight, he hears Bruce drive off. It’s exactly what he wants, to get the hell away from Bruce, yet he hates the sound nonetheless.

And he hates how Bruce stopped the car. Even if it’s what he wanted.

Jason stuffs his clothes into his bag and sets it on the ground. He takes a deep breath and breathes out through his nose. Closes his eyes and tries to feel the moon and the millions of invisible stars on his skin. Imagines fur where cool air touches and — his bones shift.

Jason grabs the bag with his teeth and tears into the streets. He’s operating off memory of Bruce’s meandering drive until he’s near enough to pick up Dick’s scent. That shouldn’t take too long. He reeks of stale blood and, to a slightly lesser degree, cinnamon cologne.

Jason’s paws kick up the wind in his fur. All his senses are enhanced. He hears more, sees more, smells more, feels more. There is still rage pumping through his veins, but as he runs, the night air sharpens it to a finger point — deadly as ever, but refined now and ready to make bleed. When he gets close to the parking lot, he can taste cinnamon mist on his tongue.

He listens to the odds-and-ends of conversations; the transaction is finishing up. There’s a wonderful cruelty in how rapidly one world can be knocked out of orbit while the others keep turning.

He strides over to the side of Park Row Market, a shoddy wall cloistered in shadows. He drops his bags and cuts his eyes across the lot. Dick’s driver is awake and shutting the trunk of his car. Dick is in the center of the activity, texting on his phone.

Tim is engaged in a discussion with a Titan who could win at stereotypical vampire bingo. She’s a slight thing with long limbs that seem to billow. She wears a dark cowl over her lean face. Her cheekbones, perhaps elegant in life, appear gaunt. Tim either hears Jason approach or traces his scent, because from far yards away, Tim raises a thin eyebrow at him.

Jason bares his teeth, but doesn’t growl: Don’t talk to me.

Concern passes over Tim’s face like a cloud before he shrugs, willfully indifferent, and redirects his full attention to the Titan.

Jason snatches his bag up and trots toward the back of the building. Obtaining the minimum standard of privacy, he closes his eyes again and merely thinks: Tall.

It’s this metamorphosis of hindlegs becoming human and snout flattening and fur sinking into the follicles. He remembers his first shift. Many pups find the transformation process humiliating. Some adults do as well. In a cosmopolitan neighborhood, the idiosyncrasies of puberty are scarier than they should be. In Park Row, no matter the species, the knowledge that they are bizarre and foreign to someone nips at children’s heels.

The school nurse gently told him that the transformation process was not embarrassing, but perfectly natural. That he should never feel like it was shameful to shift, even if he did it by accident or in public. Her comfort did more harm than good for Jason’s middle school years: Jason has never been a modest boy to begin with, and no one had to tell him twice not to suppress his wolf traits. He destroyed more outfits than his parents could afford in those days.

Jason doesn’t open his eyes until he’s humanoid. By then, he’s greeted with soft applause. Dick Grayson steps forward. “I haven’t seen a werewolf shift in centuries.”

It’s the person Jason came back for, but he expected to have this talk on his own terms. Dick is maneuvering the pieces, complicating a game Jason already finds impossible. He bends over, aware of his audience on a level he’s not accustomed to, and scoops up his clothing. “That so? Look as good as you recall?” He pulls his boxers up his legs and wonders for the first time if blushing shows through his tan.

“Memory has softened the details,” Dick admits, “I forgot how the bones, uh, move. ” He waves his hand emphatically. “Beneath the skin. It’s something to see,” he concludes, placing his hands on his hips and exhaling.

Jason zips his jeans. Dick blurts, “You don’t get cold, do you?”

“What?” Jason adopts a weird look and pulls his shirt on.

“Just, you don’t look cold.” Dick shrugs. “No goosebumps, I mean.”

Jason slides on his jacket. He can’t smell Tim anymore, which means he needs to get on with it. “I was looking for you, actually,” he begins.

Dick smirks. “No kidding. Am I taking you to my leader again?”

“Sure,” Jason says easily. “I’ve got a proposition for him.”

Dick keeps smiling, but his eyes crinkle in confusion. “Another one?” In the background, the driver calls for Dick and goes ignored.

“Yeah, you see, I don’t think Gotham’s been working for me lately. I need another city. Nothing too far away; I’m not stupid enough to build from scratch.” Jason stares Dick down. “I like Bludhaven.”

Dick takes that in, not breaking eye contact with Jason. His smile has fallen somewhat, but there’s still a crooked amusement in the curve of his open lips. He shakes his head. “No, no one likes Bludhaven. Everyone escapes to Bludhaven because, for whatever reason, their first choice is off the table.” Dick slinks forward. “What’s wrong with Gotham?”

“It’s not mine, so I don’t want it,” Jason answers truthfully.

“Bludhaven’s not yours, either.”

“It could be.”

Dick crosses his arms. “Why should it be?”

Jason has no interest in sharing his life with anyone, but there are worse people to share a territory with. He wags his finger and tsks. “Don’t ask why, Dickie. Ask me how.

“I’ve got connections. Not a ton, but I’ve got them. You let me bring some to Bludhaven. Let me build.”

“A pack?”

“An empire, ” Jason corrects.

Dick laughs. “You and what kingdoms?” he asks. The driver calls Dick again; this time, it resounds with collective shouts from Titans. Dick skirts around the building while Jason grips his patience. “You guys go on ahead,” he hears Dick dismiss. “I’ll see you at the house.”

Upon Dick’s return, Jason immediately explains his idea. “Our kingdoms. Your Titans and my — people.”

Dick stands in front of Jason. “Your theoretical people?”

“I’ll gather a group in no time,” Jason assures. “I’ve got no plans to kick your clan out. If anything, I’m an investment. I’ll bring you resources. My successes would be yours, yours would be mine. Think of a joint bank account.”

A breeze sweeps over the parking lot and ruffles Dick’s dark hair. He pushes his bangs back. “Ignoring the obvious marriage joke, I don’t think my best bet while I’m still establishing the Titans is throwing in with a pack that doesn’t even exist yet.”

“Are you against it?” Jason pushes. Dick’s trucks pull out of the lot. Vacancy envelopes the two of them. The privacy makes this easier. He doesn’t need anyone going to Bruce with this information.

Dick mulls the question over. “No, not really. Nor am I for it. You’re asking me to give hand-outs and hope you pay off in the long-run. On principle, I should say no. I like you, pup, but the deal’s one-sided and I’ve got a clan to care for.”

“Okay, bullshit,” says Jason. He’s sore that Dick thinks he’s handing out anything. “Don’t act like you’ve got the upper-hand. I’m established in Gotham and I’ll be established in Bludhaven the second I step foot in that cesspool of fish and slumlords. None of my influence goes away, you got that?”

Jason burns. He wants to punch Dick so hard he falls to the concrete. Playing nice, however, is going to be his trump card. He pours steels into his next words and goes for brazen. “How serious were you about feeding being inconvenient?”

Dick’s expression is one of surprise. His response is slow and measured. “Fairly serious.”

Jason forces the offer through his teeth. “How much would a feeder be worth to you?”

Dick bursts into shocked laughed. His fangs stand out like knives. Jason fights the instinctive recoil.

Dick apparently catches Jason’s reaction anyway and hides his mouth behind his palm. The astonishment doesn’t wear from his eyes. “A feeder? You must be joking.”

His incredulity puts Jason on the defensive. “It’s no big deal.”

Dick more or less giggles. “Oh, man. Can I, in a good conscience, take advantage of your desperation?”

Jason glares. “Fuck you.”

“Is that part of your offer?” Dick taunts.

Jason edges into Dick’s personal space. Dick backs up proportionately, though not apparently out of fear. “Yes or no. Don’t waste my time.”

Dick stares at him for a moment. He honestly looks amazed, if not stunned. After some time, he says, “Okay. Yes. You can be my, um, feeder. As you so eloquently put it.”

“There a better word?” Jason says this with attitude, but he wouldn’t mind an euphemism if Dick has one.

“Vampires usually call them ‘buddies.’ It’s not that much more politically correct, but—”

Despite himself, Jason laughs. “Wait. Buddies?”

“Like. Drinking buddies.” Dick grimaces at the explanation. “Holy fucking shit,” Jason says, grinning. “That’s embarrassing as hell.”

“Whatever,” Dick concedes, put out. “I’m going to Bludhaven.”

“Hey.” Jason catches his shoulder when he tries to walk away. “We got a deal? You give me space and assistance in Bludhaven, I let you snack on my cardiovascular fruit punch?”

When Dick looks up at him and Jason is caught off guard by how pretty his eyes are. He tunes his ears for a heartbeat. “I’ll draw up the contract,” Dick jokes.

Jason hears it: not a thud, but a soft tap every now and then, like a butterfly testing its wings.

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JayDickWeek3: Halloween

Day 7. As Villains

I have no idea wtf Jay is wearing and I apologize for his horrendous outfit :D #fashionfail

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Double Drabble Summary:

Jason suddenly appears at Dick’s apartment.

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JayDick Week 3- Day 4: Witch/Warlock

Music Recs for this work: Sun Kil Moon- Heron Blue, Iron &Wine- Flightless Bird American Mouth

The Fire of My Yearning

Jason had never seen a forest that looked so alive. As his horse moved through the trees following the barest hint of a path on the forest floor, Jason can’t help but feel like the forest is watching him. He wished someone had warned him about this when he’d left the Gotham Palace to ask a witch for their blessing. The King wanted to get married and it was up to Jason to ask if the witch thought the pairing was good. If the witch didn’t think so, there would probably be war.

The trek out to the village where the witch lived was long. All Jason knew was that the witch lived in a part of the forest where the land didn’t follow the seasons. It was autumn now and the trees around him reflected it, casting the world in red and gold hues as Jason moved through it.

Jason knew what his instructions had meant when, without warning, it was winter. Snow falling around him, the world eerily silent. Jason turned to look behind him, breath fogging the air and he saw no signs of fall, only the dark tree trunks and the bright white snow.

Jason hopped off his horse and grabbed a fur, draping it over his shoulders so he could stay warm in the chill. He mounted again, letting his instincts guide him now that there was no longer a path.

“Your heart should guide you to the right place when the path vanishes.”

“But what if his heart isn’t right for the journey?”

“Then he will be guided back to the path and someone else will be chosen to make the journey.”

Jason really hoped he was the right man for this journey. If he didn’t have the right heart for this, it could mean he would be sent back to live a life of poverty. Jason had been lucky to earn the interest of a Knight in the Gotham King’s army, at every meal he was always grateful for the food he received even though he knew the people of his old village were likely hungry.

Jason just wanted success so he could send food and money to his village. He wanted to give them the gift of hope that the Knight had given him so many years ago. He longed for the weight of a sword on his shoulder as the King deemed him worthy enough to carry the title of Knight.

Jason could smell the warm smell of woodsmoke on the air and he knew he must have been getting close. The idea of having the right heart brought a smile to his face. He looked up at the sky, snowflakes melting on his face as he searched the sky for smoke.

Jason finally drew close to a small village, smoke rising up into the trees. Jason dismounted and guided his horse into the village. A young woman came out of a house, green eyes staring into Jason’s as she took his horse without a word. Jason looked around and he could feel eyes burning into him. This was worse than the feeling of the trees watching him.

“I’m here to see the witch,” Jason said, moments later a cold gust of wind pushed him forward, ruffling the fur draped over his shoulders. What? Jason thought as the wind guided him forward. He could hear it whispering in his ears in a language he didn’t know. The wind was pushing him towards a large structure covered in snow, pine branches, and moss.

Jason reached forward and the branches blocking the entrance parted without being touched. Jason stepped inside, the warmth surrounding him and quickly causing the snow on his hair to melt.

The small cabin was dark and it took Jason’s eyes a few moments to adjust to the dim lighting. There were furs on the floor, creating a soft cushion and a fire in the corner along with a few candles on a table lining one of the side walls.

“Please,” a gentle, and definitely male, voice said. “Take your boots off and sit down. We have much to discuss."

How Jason hadn’t seen the figure sitting in the middle of the cabin right in front of him, he didn’t know, but this was a witch. Throughout Jason’s journey, he thought the witch was going to be female, but if Jason had learned anything in his twenty years of life, it was that nothing went as expected.

Jason pulled off his boots, leaving them near the entrance and he sat down on the furs. They were softer and had more cushioning than Jason had ever felt in his life.

The witch in front of him was wearing a variety of furs and animal hides. A dark hood was obscuring his face.

He put his hood down, revealing a crown made of twigs and snowdrops. His eyes and hair were two shades of blue, his eyes bright like the summer sky and his hair darker than the blackest night. His skin was pale, but it shimmered just slightly in the golden firelight. He was the most beautiful creature Jason had ever seen in his life.

“First, the scroll,” the witch held his hand out.

Jason pulled out the scroll, unsure of what to say. Was he even supposed to say anything? He set the scroll in the witch’s hand and he watched as the witch pulled a small wooden table in front of him and unrolled the scroll, staring at it.

“The King wishes to marry?” The witch looked up at Jason with those bright blue eyes. Jason lost himself in them before he brought himself to respond.

“Yes,” Jason said.

“To the Lady Kyle?”

“Lady Diana, actually,” Jason said.

“So it’s a diplomatic marriage then,” the witch hummed and looked over the scroll. He traced a few of the lines with his finger. “I’m not surprised. As long as it’s not the Al Ghul woman, I approve. It’s enough that her son thinks he has any claim to the kingdom.”

Jason wasn’t sure if the witch wanted a response so he stayed silent. The witch pressed his hand down onto the scroll and it glowed for a second, forcing Jason to look away. When the witch removed his hand, there was a palm mark burned into the scroll, he blew over it and the mark turned gold. The witch smiled up at Jason before he rolled the scroll up. He held a hand over the piece of wood he’d been using as a table and a large bead of sap seeped out of the grain. The witch picked it up and used it to seal the scroll again, handing it to Jason to put away as he put the wood aside.

“Now that we’ve gotten that over with, let’s talk about you, Jason.”

Jason stared at the witch for a long moment. His task was done but the witch still wanted him here. What was even stranger was that the witch was staring at Jason like he knew him. “How did you know my name?”

“I suppose I should give you my name,” the witch said. “It’s only fair since I used the trees to take yours before you could ever give it to me. My name is Richard Grayson, but you can call me Dick.”

“Dick,” Jason said, testing out the way the word sounded in his mouth. He’d never heard a name like that before. “What did you wish to talk about?”

“Your path,” Dick said, resting his chin in his hand. “Your intentions. You’re the first of very few to make it into my forest and I believe it means you have a lot of potential. I wished to explore it with you.”

Jason didn’t know what to say about that. “What kind of potential?”

Dick frowned and made a face. “I wish you could speak to the trees. They would explain it so much better than I could.” Dick made a few swirling motions with his hand and the fire in the corner of the room crackled, causing Jason to jump. “That’s it,” Dick said with a nod. “You’ve been told you have the potential to be a warrior. A bringing of death. But that’s just using your potential for the wrong reason.”

It was true, Jason had been told he would be great in the battlefield. He’d always been a rough child, defending those that needed it and putting himself in harm’s way to protect those around him.

“I can’t put it into words,” Dick said, “But allow me to show you.” He scooted forward so their knees brushed. Dick brought a hand up and touched Jason’s forehead, Jason heard a deep rumble when it happened, Dick’s fingers warm on his skin.

Jason saw trees growing, wheat blowing in the breeze, laughing children running through the forest, a mother holding a child in her lap shushing them after a bad dream.

Dick removed his fingers and they were alone again. “Do you see it?”

“Yes,” Jason nodded. “But what do I do with it? How do I use it?”

Dick brought his hands up and cupped Jason’s cheeks. “Stay here,” he said. “With me. I’ll send one of the dryads to deliver the scroll for you, but if you go back, they will put you in battle and you will die, leaving nothing for the people you wish to save.”

Jason pulled back, shock settling into his gut at the words Dick had said. It was true, dying with nothing to give to his people was a constant fear of his. Hearing the words from the witch with such surety made Jason fearful.

“I apologize,” Dick said. “That was sudden. But if you stay here with me, the dryad will go to your village and help them grow crops so they can eat. I want you to learn to grow here. I don’t want you in that world, aging away without learning the ways of the earth.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” Jason said shaking his head.

“Time passes differently here,” Dick told him. “The forest protects me because I protect it from the world outside. I am a voice between man and the earth, and you have been chosen as another voice.”

“I need time to think about this,” Jason said, his head spinning, the room too warm. He pushed the fur off his shoulders and ran a hand through his hair.

“Of course,” Dick said. “You can spend however much time you like on your decision. Come with me, I can give you a meal.” Dick stood up and brushed aside a fur on the back wall, revealing a hallway.

“How big is this place?” Jason asked as he stood and followed Dick through the hallway, lined with flaming sconces. The floor was a carpet of soft moss, soft under Jason’s bare feet.

“As big as it needs to be,” Dick said. There was a fur hanging on the wall and Jason pushed it aside, revealing a small bedroom. Dick put a hand on Jason’s and guided the curtain back into place. “That’s my room,” he said. “You’ll be sleeping there tonight.”

“Where will you sleep?” Jason asked as he followed Dick to the end of the hallway. There was a small kitchen with a pot cooking over a fire and a small table with two chairs.

“The main cabin,” Dick said as he went over to the fire and peeked into the pot. “I was preparing a stew if you’d like some of that.”

Jason’s stomach growled, stew was a feast compared to what he’d been eating. He’d been given lots of bread and preserved meat for his journey, but he could only go so long before he grew tired of it. He’d found some apple trees on his journey, but apples only went so far.

Dick ladled the stew into bowls and set them down on the table. Jason sat down and the smell of the stew hit his nostrils made his stomach growl again.

“You mentioned dryads here,” Jason said. “But there was a village full of people.”

Dick sat down across from Jason and he looked down. “The village is an illusion,” he said. “The dryads are spirits of the trees, they appear as a village of people to newcomers.”

“So the village I saw is not a village?”

“I’m afraid not,” Dick said as he took a bite of stew. “You have to understand all of this is done for protection.”

“I understand,” Jason said, and it was only half a lie. He took a bite of stew, humming as the seasonings hit his tongue. He finished it quickly, allowing Dick to fill his bowl again before he was full. When Jason finished, he helped Dick clean up, the silence between them comfortable.

“Thank you for the meal,” Jason said. “I think I’m going to retire now.”

“Of course,” Dick said. “You had a long journey and you need the rest. I’ll be in the main part of the cabin if you need me.”

Jason entered Dick’s room, it was incredibly simple, the large bed taking up most of the room. There was a simple cabinet that probably held Dick’s clothing. Jason stripped down to his breeches and settled in the bed. It was softer than the floor of the main cabin had been, yet Jason couldn’t fall asleep. He tossed and turned for a few hours, only dozing off one or two times before he would come to.

He couldn’t get his thoughts straight. Would going home really mean dying in battle? Dick had said it with such conviction that Jason wondered if he was able to see the future. Jason didn’t want to die in battle. He wanted to help his people and Dick was giving him that option.

He could stay here with Dick, but what would he do? Would he be able to sit there every day, looking at Dick’s beautiful face knowing he couldn’t have him? The things Dick had told him were a shock, but as that settled, Jason couldn’t deny that he was attracted to Dick. It was a sin Jason was never able to shake.

Jason finally sat up and went to the main cabin. As he pushed the fur over the wall aside, Dick looked over his shoulder and stared at Jason, eyes lingering over him. Jason realized his indecency as Dick was still dressed. At least he wasn’t wearing his crown anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Jason said. “I couldn’t sleep so I thought if I came here-”

“No,” Dick said. “It’s alright. I’m not really doing much, but you can stay here with me and watch.”

Jason sat down next to Dick on the furs. “What are you doing?”

“Making herb bundles,” Dick said. He took some dried herbs and wrapped them around a stick with string. “I’m going to have the dryads bring them to a few villages for good fortune. They say rough times may be coming to a few. They’ll need these to ward off bad energies.”

Jason hummed, changing his position so he was on his side, watching Dick while leaning on his elbows. Dick’s fingers moved deftly and Jason watched them, finding that he was finally feeling tired.

“What herbs are you using?” Jason asked.

“Rosemary, sage, and lavender,” Dick said. “They help to purify spaces, and they smell good.” He finished a bundle and tapped Jason on the nose with it. Jason smiled and Dick looked at him for a long moment. “You should smile more. You look nice when you smile.”

“I don’t get a lot of reasons to smile,” Jason said as he picked up one of the bundles and played with it.

“Let me show you how to make one of those,” Dick said, laying next to Jason and pulling his supplies forward.

“You grab a stick, this is cedar,” he held it under Jason’s nose. “You can tell it’s cedar because of the way it smells. For these you can also use pine since we’re purifying and protecting.” Dick handed Jason the small stick. “Next you take the herbs,” he handed them to Jason. “And you wrap them around the stick with the string,” he handed Jason the string as well.

They were quiet as Jason wrapped the herbs and stick together with the string. “Like this?”

“Yeah,” Dick said quietly. Jason looked up and his eyes met Dick’s. They were a lot closer together than he thought, but he didn’t mind. Dick leaned forward just slightly, his eyes traveling downwards, so Jason kissed him. The kiss was a bit awkward at first, but they both melted into it, Jason cupping Dick’s cheek and Dick wrapping an arm around Jason.

Kissing Dick was like stepping outside on the first warm day after a long winter. It was like waking up for the first time after being asleep for too long. He hadn’t known how much he’d needed something like this until he was kissing Dick. Slow and sweet, tongues brushing against each other, fire cracking behind them. Dick rolled over and pulled Jason on top of him and they kissed for what felt like hours, Jason allowing himself to get completely and totally lost in something he enjoyed for the first time in his life.

Jason pulled away and he kissed Dick a few times before he plopped down next to Dick on the furs, tired out of his mind, but happy and satisfied. Jason ran a hand through Dick’s hair and Dick watched him.

“Please stay,” Dick said, voice filled with wanting. “Please.”

Jason pulled Dick close, teal eyes looking into Dick’s. “I’ll stay,” he said.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Shapeshifters, Shapeshifting, Animal Transformation, obligatory 2016 netflix and chill joke, Past Child Abuse Summary:

“I have an idea...How about, if you change into something else, anything that’s not a canine by Halloween, I’ll kiss you.” The world stops. “What?” “I’ll kiss you, however you want. Wherever you want.”

JayDick Week 3 Day 1 - Animal Shapeshifters

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cyanberet · 8 years

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You (Never/Always) Cared

Day 7 of JayDick week 3 is here! Today’s prompt “as a villain.”

A new villain is on the scene in Bludhaven and Dick is lost. All he has are a trail of dead bodies and a few grainy pictures. Little does he know, he’s about to get up close and personal with this new Red Hood.

Rated R for Dick getting the shit beat out of him. Also- ableist slurs are used- I think. I’m not qualified to speak on those but I think they might be?

After three days of hearing nothing new about this Red Hood character, Dick began to worry. This man had been on a week-long rampage that left dead bodies on every day of the week. The bodies leave more questions than answers. There is rarely a rhyme or reason to who is being killed- but at least there seems to be a motivation. Almost every body had previously belonged to a known felon. Dick mulls over his questions as he perches high above Bludhaven. Is Hood the kind of villain that comes and goes? Has he moved on? Or is he planning something bigger? What is he planning? Is he planning? Dick can answer none of them. He sighs. At least the city is quiet tonight. Until Red Hood showed up, crime had fallen to an unprecedented rate.

Lost in thought, he hears the footsteps too late. Strong arms grip his throat and a broad body pins him to a column. A needle in the side of his neck makes every muscle go lax in three moments. Two more moments and everything fades to black.

Dick awakens to a dim room that smelled of age and mold with his hands cuffed behind the chair he is seated in. He rolls out his neck, feeling the vertebrae crack. It sends shivers down his spine. He looks for his assailant. The shadows and post- drug haze prove that search harder than he expected. The only light is a single lightbulb hanging above his head.

"Morning," the metallic tinge screams voice filter, but the lower Gotham accent is unmistakable. Dick frowns. A Gothamite in Bludhaven isn't normal. He tests the cuffs. It would hurt- especially since the asshole took his gloves and gauntlets- but he could break out if need be. Heavy footsteps prelude the entrance of a broad man into the ring of light. Dick's eyes go wide when he comes face to face with Red Hood. Cuffed like this, he's a dead man walking- sitting. He stares at the dead white eyes of the mask. His gut twists in a way it hasn't in a long time. What does Hood want? Dick doesn't carry the same weight he used to when he wasn't solo. But he knows better than to engage the mad man- seventeen bodies in a week hangs over this man's head. "Are you tense, Nightwing?" the man tips his head to the side and Dick swears he can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Not every day you get snatched off a roof and end up cuffed to a chair by a maniac" his frown deepens. Hood shrugs.

"I'd be careful who you call maniac," he tugs off his gloves as he steps behind Dick. "I don't put my ass on display every night," buckles being undone punctuate the man's words, "Though if my ass looked like yours, I might consider it." Heat creeps up Dick's face. Sure, he should be used to the flack about his suit, but there's an inflection to Hood's voice that makes him nervous. "Have you hit your distress call yet?" Dick flinches when the helmet is dropped to his left and it hits the floor with a deafening crack. He feels it's foreshadowing something far more painful. He bites his lip before answering.

"No one cares." It's something he hates admitting, but it's the truth.

"I understand that feeling," warm hands ghost over his neck, where his suit ends and sensitive skin is exposed, "Do you know why I sought you out?" The deep voice seems familiar, but Dick can't place it.

"No," he leans away from the hand on his shoulder. Hood leans closer, his breath hot on Dick's ear.

"It's because no one cared," he purrs, gripping the soft hair at the nape of Dick's neck. "But especially you. You really never cared." Dick tries to shrink away, but the hold in his hair keeps him in place. Who didn't he care about? He always tries to care.

"About what?" he tries to keep his voice monotone.

"I fucking died, Grayson." His heart stops. That's what the voice is. He was used to a sixteen year old chirp that had found its new octave, but squeaked on occasion. This- this was the voice of a man.

"Jay?" it's barely audible and the younger man doesn’t care enough to hear it. A sharp cry escapes him when his head is pulled back by his hair.

"You didn't even flinch," he hisses, "You just kept going like nothing even happened. It hurt- knowing no one cared. So now you get to hurt too. Just like I did." He drags Dick to his feet, shoving him forward. Dick almost stumbles, but catches himself, wrists straining against their confines. He turns to look up at Jason. He's frightfully tall now. Dick has to look up- there's no way he could win with his hands behind his back like this. Maybe- maybe if he lets Jason blow off his steam, he can talk some sense into his Little Wing.

A punch to the side of his face shatters his thoughts. He chokes on a cry and tries to ignore how his nose cracks. Pain blossoms across the center of his face. Another punch finds the other side of his face. Dick almost falls, but the wall catches him, but not without a blow of its own. Three hits and the room is already shifted to the right. He can feel blood dripping down his lips. Dammit. He pants, trying to keep the black from invading more of his vision.

"You didn't even bother to go to the funeral," Red Hood accuses. Tears begin to prick at the back of Dick's eyes. The fury in the younger man's eyes makes his chest clench. A punch to the gut sends him into a coughing fit. Three more and he's seeing blotches of colors. He can't breathe. "I thought you cared!" the desperation in his voice hurts Dick more than the punches do, though. He can't fight back, though. He can’t hurt his Little Wing any more. "You didn't even notice!" He shoves Dick to his knees. "You could've given a damn." Another blow to the side of his face and Dick falls to his side, crying out. His left eye is already swelling shut. "But no," Red Hood stands over Dick, glowering, "You were too busy with your friends to deal with your kid brother!" He lands a kick to Dick's ribs. Dick all but screams and curls into himself. "Say something!" It's punctuated with another kick. Dick rolls onto his back and stares up at the man who used to be his partner in crime for midnight sundaes. The man who he used to joke about girls with… his brother. He still has to be there. Dick turns his head and coughs a few times, blood splattering on the cement. He drags a deep breath into his burning lungs.

"Bruce didn't tell me-" he hacks up more blood, "-for seven months." The rage after hearing what happened to his little brother returns. With what little he has left, his shoulders tremble. "I didn't believe them until… I got back to the manor…" A tear falls down his cheek, mingling with the blood. "I couldn't even visit a grave." He looks back to the now taller man. "You were gone…" Jason's shoulders slump, the fury fading from his bright green eyes, the scowl smoothing out.

"You cared?" it's tiny, childlike. It sounds like the Robin Dick knew. Dick nods.

"Always...I was devastated. Blamed myself- I gave you that suit and when I was gone- I shouldn't have left… if I were there- God, if I were there you wouldn't have had to go through that," his voice cracks and he's mostly incoherent as more tears fall. "Bruce sent me here so I wouldn't hunt the bastard down." That was crystal clear. Jason falls to his knees, his bottom lip trembles. "I'm sorry, Jason. I'm so- so sorry. I should have been there for you… Not… off proving my own." Jason's calloused hand cups Dick's cheek, wiping blood away. Dick forces a deep, shuddering breath. "I missed you." It's a mumble and all he can really manage.

Suddenly, he's upright and surrounded by warmth. The embrace twists his arms in an odd direction, but the pain in nothing compared to feeling Jason quake against him. Jason releases him and the two stare at each other.

"I jus'-" his eyes are glassy as he wipes away tears before they fall, "I came back- an'- an' I felt so alone. Everyone ha' moved on."

"No- no," Dick wants to reach out to Jason, "We hadn't moved on- I hadn't moved on… I still heard your voice… or saw your cape out of the corner of my eye… Jay- I couldn't just move on from that. You're my brother- my Little Wing." The nickname fills Jason with a sudden warmth. "I love you." Tears fall in earnest now- from both sets of eyes. Jason pulls Dick into another crushing hug.

"Love you too," he mumbles into Dick's neck. Dick finds the smallest of smiles left in him as the darkness spreads over his vision and eggs him into sleep.

"You're not going anywhere," he mumbles as he drifts away in Jason's arms.

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