#Jason Todd whump

[thief-of-eggs]

a little jason todd fear toxin fic for you all, featuring whump, angst, and good dad bruce!

words: 4,134

summary:

The smoke begins to clear away, and the first form becomes clear- It’s Batman, judging by the shape of the shoulders and the cowl. Jason lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank God- B, I’ve lost Red Robin, and-“

The form emerges fully from the smoke, and Jason’s blood runs cold. Fear wraps it’s shriveled hand around his heart, squeezing and squeezing until he’s certain it’s killed him.

Or: After jumping to Tim’s rescue, Jason gets dosed with Scarecrow’s fear toxin.

[dragonpyre]

Idk what it is but I just love drawing Jason fighting for his life

Commission info / ko-fi Part 2

[mikkalia]

He ran out of milk. Bonkers, really. Who runs out of milk? Vigilantes who live on their own dime, that’s who.

- Who knew getting milk was going to end up being so painful.

He ran out of milk. Bonkers, really. Who runs out of milk? Vigilantes who live on their own dime, that’s who.

And normal people too, that sounds like something normal people would do. Run out of the basics. Too caught up in work and exhaustion and social situations to remember if they have milk or not for whatever the next day, and then they wake up and wanna cry because all they wanted to do what have oatmeal – or cereal or whatever – and now they can’t.

Jason stares bleary-eyed through the clear fridge door at all the milk options. He might be projecting juuusssst a bit. But his head hurts from the fluorescents flickering at the corner of his vision. His arm hurts from dislocating his fucking elbow three nights ago. His hip radiates pain to the nth degree, making his stomach churn and his skin too hot and too cold all at once. He’s pulled out his cane for once and now he leans against it, grimacing.

[thatshadowgastwhore]

I come bearing Tim, Jason, and Bruce angst.

Ever think about the fact that Jason had to be the adult when it came to his relationship with his mother? That the roles were reversed and the child had to look after the parent when she was at her most self destructive, had to be the one looking out for her to try to keep her safe from herself, and from his perspective, he failed. He wasn’t enough. Catherine died. (Obviously Jason bears no actual fault in her death, he was a child, but that doesn’t mean he believes that)

And with Bruce, pre death, Jason and Bruce had an excellent father/son relationship. At no point pre death were those roles reversed and Jason had to be the adult for Bruce. Bruce was a loving father, he wanted to keep Jason safe and it allowed Jason to be more of a child. It showed him what a parent should be for their child, unlike what he learned from Willis and later Catherine as she devolved.

You know what Jason does not witness? Bruce in the aftermath of his death. He doesn’t see Bruce spiral and become violent like Willis or self destructive like Catherine. He never has to witness Bruce as less than an ideal parent. He also never witnesses that the person who steps up to emotionally support Bruce and pull him out of his spiral is another child. A child taking on the role of caretaker for an adult.

Jason’s greatest trauma is his death, but his first trauma is Willis and Catherine. Bruce would never tell Jason the extent to which he fell apart. Tim would never divulge the information willingly. Bruce was so grief stricken, he barely remembers his time after Jason’s death, he blocks it out.

Jason may hate Bruce for not killing the joker, but he’ll never hate Bruce for becoming (briefly) like Willis and Catherine. Because he’ll never know. He’ll hate Tim for taking his place in the family, and never know Tim became like him in so many more ways than becoming Robin.

Tim knows on an informational level what Jason’s time was like pre-Bruce. He studied the family, he’s a researcher, his pattern recognition skills (literally how he unmasked Batman) are too great for him not to know the basics, but he doesn’t know the emotional level it would have scarred Jason. But even without that, he’ll never tell him what happened while Jason was dead. Even if it means Jason resents him. He’s going to take that secret to his grave.

Jason will never know that they have that in common. He doesn’t need to. It’ll only hurt more. (He can never tell anyone)

[swift-creates]

category: Gen

fandom: Batfamily

characters and relationships: Dick Grayson and Jason Todd - platonic, some batfamily

warnings: blood and injury, fight scene, mention of gun and knives, minor swearing, a bit of unhealthy thought processes but mostly bc he’s dazed and out of it, present tense

Summary:

@ailesswhumptober Day 31: Panic attack, facing a phobia, “You need to get out of here!”

Jason is injured during a battle, but Dick can’t protect him forever.

notes: fucked around and wrote a fic based on this drawing by @ashrayus as one does (I didn’t really know how to end it so just. have this lol) (also sorry if it’s OOC)

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Dick has always been scared for Jason. That’s his baby brother, his Little Wing, the shadow at his back. Save for the broken time where he’d abruptly become an only child, Jason has always been there, and Dick has come to expect he always will be. Jason is older now — he’s the Red Hood, Gotham’s most feared crime lord, and is capable of single-handedly taking down some of the worst rogues in the gallery — but he will always be Dick’s little brother. Dick rarely has reason to be scared for Jason these days. 

Except for the times when he watches Jason stumble and finally fall to seemingly endless hordes of enemies, bleeding from a bullet to the gut. 

“JASON!” All strategy and codenames get thrown out the window, and he fights his way to his little brother, throwing a smoke bomb for cover and pulling him to safety. “Jay, look at me.”

“Ngh… Don’t need you to save me, Big Bird.” Jason tries to glare at him, but the effect is somewhat dampened by the way he doubles over in pain and leans into Dick’s arms. “Y-You need to get out of here.”

“Yes you do, and I’m not leaving you behind, dipshit.” He half-supports, half-carries Jason out of the alley, ignoring the strangled sound of pain he makes (or attempting to, anyway). He leaves the fight behind, and keeps going until the distance is between them is enough for him to feel comfortable setting Jason down against a wall. 

Jason’s black-and-white curls stand in stark contrast to the grimy grey-red as he grimaces, head tipped back against the brick. Dick smooths them back from his face more by habit than anything else. “Shhh. You’ll be okay, Little Wing.”

He knows it’s bad because Jason doesn’t object to the nickname. 

“Jay?” His brother’s eyes are fluttering closed, and he’s slumped against the wall, the hand held over his wound starting to loosen. Dick clamps one of his own in place of it, swearing. “Jay, if you die again without paying back the ten bucks you owe me I’ll resurrect you just to kill you myself.”

“Mmh…” is the only reply, and Dick can feel him slipping away — not again not again not again God please — despite every attempt to rouse him. Making this situation even worse is the slowly increasing volume of the mob catching up to them. He grabs a roll of gauze from his belt and quickly wraps Jason’s torso with it, then stands with both escrima sticks in his hands. 

There’s blood leaking from a cut on his cheek, and he’s pretty sure his nose is broken, but he’ll die before he lets them hurt Jason again. 

They come on in a rush, almost falling over each other in their attempt to reach two weakened vigilantes. He sweeps one aside, slams another into a wall, hits the first one with a stick and lets him fall to the ground, unconscious. The movements become instinct, strategy turning to survival, as they flood the alley, reaching to him, past him, their guns and their knives all hungry for blood. He barely dodges one bullet, feels another graze his thigh when he turns to swipe at a girl with white-blonde hair and a switchblade in her hand. He can’t go on like this forever. He has to. 

He’s reeling from a hit to the side of his head, about to lose his balance, when white smoke rises around them. Dick almost collapses to his knees in relief, but he makes himself stumble back to stand over Jason as familiar figures drop from the shadows and create a circle of safety in the chaos. 

“He’s here,” he whispers to Jason. “You’re safe now.” He curls up next to his brother, exhausted and bleeding, and pulls him close. 

Of course, that’s when a man with a gun decides to level it straight at Dick’s forehead. 

He grips Jason tight and glares at the guy, one stick left in his hand, trying to remember where he’d dropped the other one sometime during the fight. When, not if, the guy shoots, he’ll twist to shield Jason with his body, just in case his aim is wildly off. One bullet each seems to be fair. 

His finger tightens on the trigger, and Dick tenses, ready to move. 

Then a black shape slams into the man, sending the bullet careening into the darkness and the guy careening into the ground. Few have seen the Batman’s fury unleashed, and even fewer experienced it, but this unlucky sap will most likely remember this for the rest of his miserable life. He’s tossed to the side like a rag, and B makes a beeline for his boys. 

“Dick. Jason.” His hands search for injuries even as his eyes flick anxiously up and down them, the only outward sign of his worry. 

Dick melts gratefully into the embrace. “We’re okay. Barely.” All he wants to do is sink to the ground and be cuddled and carried back to the Batcave, but he can’t rest yet. “Jason — he got hurt. Bullet wound. I bandaged it, but…” 

“We’ll get him home.” Bruce kneels by Jason’s side, gently calling his name, but there’s no response. So what does Bruce do? Obviously he goes and scoops up all two hundred pounds of Jason into his arms and carries him away to the Batmobile like he weighs no more than Damian. Cass appears out of nowhere to support Dick, and he leans against his sister with a grateful smile. 

[queermentaldisaster]

He was gentle, he really was. He wasn't as violent as they made him out to be. But his emotions were wild and he didn't know how to handle them. So he lashed out against those they fought.

Bruce scolded him for it. What was he supposed to do? Reading didn't really help him process it, and he had an available outlet, one that he'd been using for years. Why was it now getting him in trouble?

Then, he found his mother. Sheila was her name. But she tricked him.

She led him to the Joker, to his death. And yes, he bit, but what was he supposed to do? He was hurt and scared. He was a kid.

Now he's standing on the balcony of the LoA base, staring into the distance, Ra's' hand on his shoulder.

"You're a very good attack dog, boy."

He's not a dog. He doesn't mean to bite. He's not someone's attack dog, he's Jason Todd.

[imdeadinsidesiriuslydead]

Jason Todd x reader smut

~Cracked Mask~

Jason Todd x fem!reader

Minors. Don’t. Freaking. Read. This.

Warnings: Smut, sex pollen trope, no Happy ending

Being the newest member of the bay family was hard.

Everyone already had established relationships and amusing dynamics. You felt kinda like an outsider.

That’s not to say that they weren’t welcoming. Duke has opened up about being new to the team and how it was a struggle to feel like you belong.

“But it’s all a mental battle.” He told you “Trust me when I say, We all want you here. And you are important.” He smiled.

What he said made you feel better, but it didn’t help with the awkwardness you felt just existing while the others shared old memories and worked as a unit.

It felt like you were being a nuisance when you asked for help, feeling like you were throwing off the vibe they had going.

Babs, although you don’t call her that outload cause it feels a little weird to call Thee original batgirl by her nickname when you have only worked with her for a few weeks, had made you feel comfortable in the new setting. She had shared helpful tips on how to read the other members of the batfamily during fights.

The only one she hadn’t told you about was Jason Todd.

Jason was the robin your remembered the most through you early teen years along with Tim drake in the later years.

Jason was a total mystery to you. You had been introduced to him your first day, and you had been on missions together, but he never made an effort to talk to you.

You won’t lie. He’s ridiculously hot. But he made you nervous. The other siblings approached him with sarcasm and jokes but you’ve seen him beat the crap out of some villains and the apparent different side he show when he’s with his brothers give you whiplash.

You think he’s caught on to your little crush as he purposefully makes eye contact with you and refuses to look away first. When you blush and look away and when you look back, he has a smirk on his face. Enough to make you blush harder.

currently your being assigned mission by Bruce. He usually puts you with him and Damian or with Duke during daytime patrol, but today…

“Poison ivy has recently attacked a chemical plant in bludhaven, she’s retreated to her home towards uptown. Usually I would take this, but the Joker has been setting off alarms so Robin and I will take care of that. Jason and Y/N will take Ivy. Tim and Cass get kiteman has trying to hard to be important downtown. And Steph will stay here if any backup is required. Got it?” He asked.

Everyone nodded and started off toward their respective vehicles. You didn’t know how to drive any other than Batmobile. You looked around and your eyes landed on Jason. He had his helmet in his hand while he responded to a text on his phone.

He looked handsome just casually leaning against the table with his head down. But Ivy committed a crime and won’t hesitate to commit more. Your time is important and you’re on the job. You’ll have time to stare at him from afar later, but right now you have a job to do.

You approach him quickly. “So what are we taking?” You ask as the rest of the team sped out of the batcave.

He points to his motorcycle. Shit. You have to hold on to him. You look back at him and he’s smirking again.

You put on your mask and get on the bike with him. You lightly put your hands around him, trying not to notice his hard muscles under your fingertips. Your mind starts to drift to what they would look like without his shirt on but get startled back to reality when he revs his engine and takes off into the night.

——

When you both are as quietly as possible enetering Poison ivys lair, you remember to put on the mask you have in your utility belt. You can hear your breathing in your ear louder than before.

Vines grab at you legs but you quickly cut them away. You book it deeper in with The red hood at your tail. “Poison Ivy!” He yells.

“You should leave you know, I don’t want to hurt you.” She said as she makes her way out of the shadows.

“Should have thought of that before you attacked a chemical plant.” You said, getting into a fighting position.

“Fine.” She said. Vines attached to your legs and shook you both around. You cut them while they had you in the air and fell to the ground.

You heard a crack when you hit the ground but payed no attention as you hurt the red hood grab a flamethrower and start burning the vines around you.

poison ivy screamed and hit you fast with thick vines you couldn’t cut through. She held you both up in front of her, and seethed with anger.

“Fine. If you think you’re so big and bad to start killing living things like that. I’ll treat you like a real threat!” She yelled. She pulled out a big pink flower and as in was in her hand it bloomed.

She sighed with joy when it sprouted then turned to face you too. “You want to be treated like Batman? Fine.” She smiled before blowing the pollen from the plant into your faces.

you couldn’t smell it at first having total faith in your mask and air filter. But when a pain started in your midsection, you screamed.

The red hood looked over at you and Ivy smiled. “Bye.” She said before the vines through you out of the building and into the street.

Jason tan over to you as you laid in pain. You were shaking with pain but were shocked to feel a Tingling between your legs.

Jason picked you up and grappling hooked you to a dark rooftop.

he took off his mask. “Y/N. What happened?” He looked at your mask and ripped it off your face. You coughed while shaking on the ground. You saw the clear crack across the front and the pollen stuck to it.

Jason swiped the pollen off with one finger and took a small sniff. He face contorted with an emotion you couldn’t quite figure out.

“Shit. Um. Y/N we can’t go to Batman about this. Trust me it will be worse if she sees you like this.” He said as you coughed and shook. Was he really denying you medical attention right now. You felt like you were gonna die.

“I don’t care! Just-“you coughed”help me!”

He looked around almost unconformably. His eyes filled with something. And before you know it his hand was over your clothed heat. You gasped in shock but quickly realized you didn’t feel any pain, just pure pleasure.

He removed his hand and immediately the pain was back. And you screamed.

he put his hand back on your core and applied pressure. “Y/N you were hit with sex pollen. The pain will only get worse if you don’t relive your self.” He said.

You were so lost in pleasure that all you did was nod repeatedly asking him to just do it.

he looked shocked but his eyes were blown out with lust. “You want me to. Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes! Jason please! Make me cum!” You moaned with no hesitation.

That was all he needed before he was mercilessly rubbing your clit through your suit. You moaned loudly.

Jason kissed you quickly to shut you up. His lips were soft and his kiss was loving and slow compared to the ruthless pace he has on your clit.

“ More Jason!” You moaned against his lips. He got on top of you and slotted his hip’s between your legs.

you felt his hard length pressed against you core. He started rubbing his hard cock against your pussy, earning soft moans from you.

He rutted against you faster emitting grunts every so often. He picked up pace putting his head in the crook of your neck and he let out soft whimpers.

of course he whimpers, you thought.

“You’re so- so fuck.” He moaned if your ear as he picked up pace.

the friction of your suits caused you to quickly finish and left you wanting more.

Jason looked down and saw the wet mark on the front of your suit and how it grew. That only pushed him further. It turned him on even more.

“Ever since you walked into the batcave I’ve wanted you under me.”He grunts out. You moaned as the words reached your ears.

He wanted you.

his rutting becomes sloppy and animalistic as he groans and koans above you.

he starts kissing your neck softly. Which is completely different than the brutal pace he’s set.

He lets out a whine before collapsing on top of you. You wrap your arms around him just wanting the closeness.

a minute goes by before you both slowly come to your senses.

He quickly stands up and looks down on you and you desperately try to cover yourself up out of embarrassment.

“Shit. I’m- fuck. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. When I smelt it to make sure I- fuck. We shouldn’t have- shit. Im Sorry.” He rambled before putting his face in his hands.

“Now what?” You ask as you stand up and face the opposite direction of him. “Like I don’t know how I’ll be able to look Bruce in the eye after. That.” You say as you just wish you had been given a different assignment.

“Let’s just go back and say the mission was a fail. Batman should have never given us this mission. He knows how brutal Ivy can be.” He says as he awkwardly picks up his helmet.

“let’s just forget this ever happened.” You say putting yourself back on the bike, pretending to not feel the tingle between your legs against the leather seat.

“Yea let’s just go back to normal.” He said.

you scoffed. “Yea the normal of ignoring me and me not talking to anyone.” You mutter.

“Y/N-“ Jason starts.

“No. Let’s just go. This was really weird. I want to go back home now.” You state feeling the embarrassment creep up your throat.

Not only did you just cum on this guy you only spoken five words to. But you just came on your bosses son. And he only did cause you were in pain. You felt like crying but you’d have to wait until you got back to the manor.

Jason simply nodded and got back on the bike and drove you home.

You only got laid causes he sniffed the pollen. The pollen made him say and babble crap he didn’t mean. You felt like an idiot.

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part 2

request are open!

[glitter-stained]

Dark!Bruce (either under some sort of influence or a dark version of him, dealer's choice) holding Jason down while extracting a tooth with tweezers to make him look more like his own ghost since the image of Jaybin that imprinted in Bruce's memory had a tooth gap from a fallen baby tooth

Just a thought

[bloodiedjay]

Immortal Jason Todd should be experimented upon by people trying to find his secret to immortality. Yes, he dies multiple times in the process.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

Arkhamverse rescued au where Batman and the GCPD find Jay huddled in the corner of his cell beneath Arkham Asylum. But this isn't the first time Batman has visited Jay's cell, and Jay expects another beating from his former partner/adoptive father, so he pulls his knees to his chest and covers his head with his skinny arms—a feeble attempt to protect himself. Batman tries to gently coax the broken boy out of his corner, but Jay refuses to budge—he's lost this game before, and his punishment for trying to escape was the brand on his cheek. Batman desperately wants to get his son out of this pit and back to the manor, where Leslie and Alfred can give him the medical attention he desperately needs. So in an unprecedented move out of love for his son, Batman removes his cowl in front of outsiders so that Bruce can talk to Jay, and Jay falls into his arms and sobs into his father's chest. He's finally going home.

[forgotten-daydreamer]

time to advertise this bad boi again <3

+ bonus: the spin-off

[possuminabathtub]

  Jason can feel the paranoia crawling up his spine as he disarms and locks up his weapons. He should keep at least a knife, a gun, something, his mind whispers, but he clenches his fist against the urge to tuck a weapon into his boot, into his waistband, and locks the armory door behind him. 

  When he turns away from the door, that’s when he spots him and his heart freezes in his chest, hand reaching for a gun that isn’t there. Green hair, white face paint stark against the shadowy background, he’s leaning over B’s shoulder to peer at the Batcomputer as he types away, but spins around with a shrill giggle. 

  “So nice of you to join us, my boy!” He trills gleefully, moving closer as Jason presses his back up against the armory door, rage and fear welling up in equal parts. “We always have such fun!”

  He’s not there, not really. B wouldn’t be sitting there so calmly if he was. Dick wouldn’t be sitting calmly for Alfred to stitch him up. That logic does nothing to calm his racing heart, his shallow breathing as the clown gets closer.

Fear can’t be fought with logic, he knows that, so he takes a deep shuddering breath and decides on brute force instead. He can ignore the clown for the hours it takes the toxin to exit his system.

Can’t he?

All my aching bones are trembling

[marionluth]

Broken frames on the wall (maybe we never really existed)

Wayne Manor was a unique specimen of architecture—an oxymoron built of marble, concrete, and stone. It felt oppressive, suffocating in its vastness. Or at least, that’s how Jason perceived it. Even in the good old days, before all the death, pain, and tragedy, Jason found it foreboding. Its very foundation was drenched in blood, loss, and blame. And maybe it was. After all, Bruce was the manor’s foundation in more ways than one.

Jason stumbled on the marble stairs leading to the double-leaf front door. Its mahogany wood, well-maintained and polished, had taken on the deep, dark red of blood exposed to the air. The brass lion-shaped door knocker stared at him—glared at him. The furrowed lines around the lion’s eyes reminded him of how Bruce had always looked at him after Jason’s return to the living—like prey. The snarling mouth, teeth bared, seemed poised to attack, to rip flesh, to kill. Funny how Bruce had done all three to him. He reached out and traced a finger over the lion’s face. The king of animals mounted on the door of the king of Gotham. The irony wasn’t lost on Jason. But now the king was dead, and Jason was alive, and nothing made sense. [...]

[crii-sis]

Good Uncle Clark Fic

Featuring Jason Todd Whump!

“Uncle Clark!” Dick whined over the phone dramatically “You can’t tell my Dad, please.”

Clark let out an exasperated sigh.

“Kiddo, you burned your kitchen down, and now have no power, what’s the game plan?”

“The game plan,” Dick paused thoughtfully, “....was to call you, duh.”

Clark laughed, he couldn’t help it.

“I’ll come get you, you can stay with me in at the Metropolis apartment. Lois and Jon are in Smallville right now, so you’ll be stuck with just me.”

“I think I’ll be able to manage that.” Clark could hear Dick smile through the phone.

“You should consider visiting the manor though” Clark added tactfully “I know Bruce misses you.”

Dick scoffed.

“Sure.” Sarcasm dripped from the single word.

Clark pressed his lips tight.

“Jason misses you too.”

There was another pause, this one a little longer, a little heavier.

“Sheesh, alright I’ll give the kid a call.” Dick’s voice was softer this time.

Clark smiled. God, he loved this kid.

Right now though, in this very moment, Dick wasn’t the son of Bruce Clark was overly concerned with.

It was the son that was shoved into the small cold holding cell of the Watchtower. It was the son whose baseball games Clark cheered at, the son whose eyes widened when he came to Smallville that first time, unable to believe how clean the air was and how much land just went on forever. It was the son who held Clark in a death grip the first time the man took him flying, only a few feet off the ground and he begged to be set back on the ground, scrambling into his father’s arms the moment his feet hit the earth.

The son was Jason Todd.

Jason Todd who had died, Clark was there, he was sure of it.

Jason Todd who had apparently come back from the dead, and become the infamous Red Hood.

A fact that Bruce had conveniently forgotten to mention to Clark. Clark knew it was impossible, but he felt his heart physically break.

[dizaryswrites]

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Child Death, Star Wars-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Star Wars Setting, Whump, Order 66 (Star Wars), Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Dark Side vs Light Side (Star Wars), Emotional Baggage, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars) Series: Part 3 of Star Wars Batfam AU, Part 7 of Whumptober 2024 Summary:

“Run!” Jason urged. They would make it. All of them. They had to. Clones rounded the corner, blasters raised. “There! Fire!” High-pitched screams filled the air. “Hold your fire!” He roared, “They’re only younglings!” The plea fell on deaf ears. Jason threw out his hands, knocking the clones back with the Force. More immediately stepped forward to take their places.

Whumptober Day 11 & 26

[swift-creates]

@chrumblr-whumblr day 8: blood covered hands

wc: 613 | warnings: gunshot injury, blood, swearing, stitching and dressing a wound without anaesthesia, medical inaccuracies | characters: Jason Todd (pov), Dick Grayson

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Jason staggered into the Batcave, holding onto one of the railings with one hand and holding his guts in with the other. Figuratively. He hoped. One of the thugs had gotten in a lucky shot during his latest drug lord takedown, and he'd dragged himself all the way back here like an injured dog. It was just past one. The night was young; Duke would be asleep and the others would still be out on patrol.

He pulled open a drawer and yanked out one of the first aid kits, then took a wad of dressing and pressed it to the wound, letting a breath hiss out through his teeth. Blood covered his gloves and jacket, and some of it was slowly dripping down onto his boots and the metal floor. He watched the red spots bloom on silver idly.

"Jay?" His head snapped up at Dick's voice. Too fast. The movement sent a stab of pain through his side, and he had to fight not to double over. "What?" he forced out through gritted teeth. "You're back early-" Dick's eyes widened as he saw the blood. "You need help? What happened?" "Got shot. I'm fine." He limped two steps toward the lift, then promptly crumpled.

"Jason!" Dick lunged to catch him, steadying Jason against himself. "You don't seem very fine." He maneuvered him over to a couch and set him down, then darted to retrieve the first aid kit.

"Let me see." "I don't need your help," Jason growled. "Your fucking gunshot wound says otherwise. Let me see." Dick returned his glare, and Jason gave up, lifting his shirt to reveal the bloody hole. "It looks worse than it feels." His brother gave him a look.

"Breathe." "I am breathing. What you need to worry about is if I stop." "Stop deliriously mouthing off and listen to me. That's a lot of blood, Jason." Worry crinkled the little line between his eyebrows as Dick leaned in to put pressure on the wound. "-'m not delirious," he ground out, fingers digging into the plush cushions beneath him. "Sure, little Wing." For once, he didn't have enough energy to protest at the nickname.

Dick took a needle and thread from the box, then tied a knot as Jason panted. He wiped carefully at the wound for a moment, then looked up at him. "Breathe." This time, he didn't bite back. Jason counted the stitches as Dick made them, if only in an effort not to scream. It failed on stitch six.

"Shhhh. All done." Dick cut off the thread and put away the needle, then made as if to cradle the side of Jason's face, but stopped short at the sight of his hands soaked in blood. He gave the tiniest wince and wiped them clean on a cloth, then set about dressing the wound.

Jason closed his eyes and listened to the faint din of Dick bustling around the Batcave. There was the soft tap of fingers against his leg, then a pad of gauze to his torso. The sound of tape being pulled out and torn off, then the slight pressure of a piece being stuck on top of the gauze. He stopped paying attention after that, he was so tired, more tired than he'd realised before, and-

"Done. You get some sleep, Jay. I got you." He let out a wordless mumble, feeling faintly annoyed at being told to do what he'd already been about to. Dick shuffled around a bit more, then there was a soft kiss pressed to the top of his head. Then the sound of receding footsteps, and then the darkness was all he was aware of.