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JayDick Week Day 6: Omegaverse

They are worried because Johnny has been a little sick

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JayDickWeek Day 1 - Reverse Robins (+Talons from day 4)

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Day 2

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Hidden in Plain Sight

Written for JayDick Week 2023, Day 6: Omegaverse | Arkham Knight | Fake Relationship

Part of the same series as Sweet and Sour, but can stand alone.

Also posted on AO3 (under the name KishiroKitsune)

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Hidden in Plain Sight

Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap tap.

Jason grunted in annoyance as he was dragged into wakefulness by a rhythmic rapping on his window. If it was Dick again-!

But it couldn't be. The aforementioned man was sound asleep next to him, breathing so softly that Jason had to focus to hear him. Jason didn't know how he'd forgotten that after the difficulty he had falling asleep, all-too-aware of the handsome Omega laying mere inches away. He had every intention of making up the couch as a temporary bed for himself, but Dick had insisted that “two grown adults can share a bed without it being weird” and that was the end of that conversation.

Tap tap. Tap tap.

Jason eased himself out of bed as carefully as he could and padded across the room the curtained window. He pulled it back just enough to get a peek at who (or what) was pestering him and scowled the moment he laid eyes on Red Robin's scarlet suit. He opened the curtain a little wider so he could pointedly gesture to Dick and then let go of it, letting it fall back into place.

There was a moment of silence as Jason started back to bed, but then:

Tap tap tap tap!

Red Robin had moved on to the living room window, it seemed.

Jason rolled his eyes. Fine. If Tim really wanted to talk at – he took a quick check of the time – two in the morning, then he was going to allow it. But if a single other Bat dared to come by, Jason was taking Dick and leaving the city.

Red Robin had let himself inside by the time Jason got out to the living room and was standing near the couch. He clicked on a nearby lamp, bathing the room in soft yellow light.

“Right. Let's get this over with,” Jason grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

What approach would Tim take with it? Would he list all of the reasons why Dick was better off staying at the manor? Or would he target Jason's obvious faults and use them to showcase why Dick would be safer with anyone else. (If he tried to use Jason's status as an Alpha against him, Jason was throwing him out of the window. Open or shut. He wasn't picky.)

“Dick is missing.”

Jason stared at him, unable to comprehend what he was hearing. “What?”

Red Robin seemed to shrink in on himself a little. “We don't know what happened, but he went missing from the manor some time after lunch. We've been searching since dinner – B's ready to file a missing persons report! You have to help us search!”

Jason thought of Dick, not lost but sleeping peacefully in the other room after deliberately seeking out Jason as a means of escaping Bruce and the others. He didn't want to ruin that, but wasn't it cruel to let Tim and the others believe he was missing?

But Red Robin hadn't asked if he'd seen Dick, only to help them with the search. What were the odds they'd done the same to Alfred? He'd have to ask.

“I'll keep an ear out,” Jason said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Now, if you don't mind, I'm going back to bed.”

Red Robin's cheeks turned pink. “Oh, um, yeah. Sorry to disturb you and your, um, guest,” he practically whispered the last word.

What. The. Fuck.

No, actually, no. Jason wasn't going to acknowledge that. Tim could work out whatever weird crisis he was experiencing on his own, because Jason certainly wasn't up for playing counselor to his teen-aged sort-of-brother.

He left Red Robin to lock up on his way out, tip-toeing back into the other room and slipping back beneath the bed covers. Dick mumbled something indecipherable as he rolled over and flung one arm across Jason's chest, snuggling up to his newfound source of warmth.

Jason made sure the Omega was settled before reaching over to grab his phone from the bedside table. He shot off a quick text to Alfred, figuring that if the rest of the family was out, then the old Beta was up and manning the comms.

Let me guess: they didn't ask if you've seen Dick or know where he is and jumped straight to he's been kidnapped? |

Because Timberly just showed up and told me he's missing |

And Dick is very much not missing since he's right here with me |

His phone pinged with a response less than a minute later.

| I apologize for the lack of warning. I'm afraid Master Bruce has gotten it in his head that Master Richard would not leave of his own volition. By the time I realized, he had already rallied the others for a search party.

| I will admit to some irritation that they did not think to ask me, but I will gladly inform them of what has transpired once they return.

Don't. |

Jason tapped his finger against the side of his phone, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

If Bruce is so determined to play detective, then let him |

Give me until noon tomorrow to find out what Dick wants to do. Hard to say if he'll find this funny or not. |

Personally, Jason hoped Dick was game for it, even though it would be annoying for a while. Jason was looking at even later nights spent pretending to look and ask around and Dick wouldn't be able to leave the apartment like he wanted, which would make it a hard sell after Jason's promise to help him re-learn his way around.

Yeah, he definitely needed to wait and see what Dick thought.

| Very well. I will speak with you tomorrow afternoon.

Jason put his phone back on the bedside table and let his thoughts run wild as he slowly drifted off to sleep once more.

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Jason told Dick about his idea over breakfast, which turned out to be a bit of a mistake as Dick's mood soured along with his scent. He pushed his food around for a minute minutes before shoving the plate away and stomping off to the bedroom, where he locked the door.

Brain injuries can affect emotional responses, Jason reminded himself to keep his own frustration at bay. He would give Dick, as well as himself, time to calm down while he cleaned up and then try to revisit the conversation. Maybe it was time to suggest getting out of the city for a while? Would Dick be more receptive to that?

He scrubbed down a frying pan with more vigor than necessary, rinsed it, and set it aside to dry.

What if he was going about things all wrong? Keeping Bruce and the others in the dark to prove a point about asking first was something that would bring great amusement to Jason, but what did Dick gain from it?

Only another prison, smaller than the first.

“Ah, shit.” Jason turned off the sink and dried his hands. His phone was back in the bedroom, so if he wanted to talk to Alfred, he'd have to get Dick to open the door.

It'd been at least fifteen minutes, so Jason approached the bedroom and knocked. “Dick, I'm sorry. Look, forget that plan. It was stupid anyway. I was pretty annoyed at Tim when I thought it up. Can we... can we talk? Figure out what we want to do together?”

The lock clicked and Jason took a small step back so he wouldn't crowd Dick, an action that turned out to be unnecessary as Dick opened the door and stepped right into Jason's personal space, sliding his arms around his middle with a soft sigh. Dick was an impressive height for an Omega at just under six feet, which put him at the perfect height to rest his face against Jason's neck, his nose teasing against the scent gland there.

Jason swallowed. “Dickie?”

“M'sorry,” Dick apologized, his warm breath dancing across Jason's bare skin. “I don't think your plan is dumb. I don't know why I got so mad.”

“I just have that sort of face,” Jason tried to joke.

“Think you have a nice face,” Dick said thickly.

Well, that was... nice? Jason didn't get many compliments like that. It wasn't that he was particularly bad looking, but compared to Dick and the others? It was no contest.

“Uh, thanks?” Jason said, awkwardly patting Dick on the back. He had no idea what to do with his hands. Why was Dick still leaning against him? Dick had always been the tactile sort, but it seemed a bit much, even for him.

“Let's sit down and talk this through, okay?” Jason suggested.

The two spent the rest of the morning on the couch, going over the available options. Dick seemed fully against leaving Gotham for any extended period of time, so Jason dropped that idea after only bringing it up once. He was much more amiable to keeping things a secret from Bruce and the others on the second go-around and even excitably offered a solution to the problem of him then being stuck in the apartment. (“We could go out in disguise! It would be so much fun!”)

“Option three: Alfred tells them tonight over dinner,” Jason said. “Tim won't hesitate to give up my address, so we'll have to deal with all of them dropping by, but I'll kick them out if they try to force you to go back.”

Dick smiled – a genuine one that dimpled his cheeks. “You'd do that for me?”

“You came to me for help, so that's what I'm gonna do. Throwing people out of windows is just a bonus.”

“...that's a joke, right?”

“Nope. Next time Timmy shows up to harass me while I'm sleeping, he's getting tossed straight back out the window he came through. Maybe I'll give Babs a call before I do it, see if she can get it on video for posterity,” Jason said lightly. He was pretty sure she'd be on board with that so long as Tim suffered no real damage.

Dick's laughter was nervous, like he couldn't tell whether or not Jason was joking, but the mental image was too amusing not to react. “Is it wrong that I kind of like the idea of them not knowing, at least for a little while? It's just...” He paused to look around the cramped apartment. “It's peaceful here.”

“Final decision is all yours. You've got a while to think. Alfred'll call after lunch and we'll let him know then.”

Dick nodded. His brow furrowed as he continued to mull things over and he voiced a few more questions, like what they would do if Bruce reported him missing, and Jason did his best to answer. (Best case scenario, Alfred would find a way to talk Bruce out of it. Worst case, Jason would have to get ahead of him and report to someone – preferably Commissioner Gordon or one of his trusted people – that Dick was safe and staying with him. That would involve explaining why they hadn't told Bruce, but well... If it came down to it, Jason was sure he could figure out something that didn't sound completely crazy.)

“Let's do it,” Dick said, an excited gleam in his eyes. “We can give them a week to figure it out and after that...” He shrugged. “I guess we let Alfred tell them.”

“Or, we show up at dinner and act like nothing is wrong,” Jason suggested. “Could also get out of the city for a day or two. Go to the beach. Throw up some pictures of us on social media.”

“Start drama on purpose?” Dick asked uneasily.

“It's an option.”

Dick hesitated. Clearly he didn't find the idea as amusing as Jason did. (That was fine. Jason's sense of humor was a bit warped after the whole death-and-resurrection thing.)

“We could go after telling them?” Dick suggested instead.

While that would be far less amusing for Jason, it was still an appealing plan. It would at least get them away from Bruce long enough for things to cool down after the reveal, which would be better for everyone.

“Alright. Sounds like we have a plan.”

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For the lovely @jaydick-week community, whose support and enthusiasm knows no bounds.

Gen | Reverse Robins / Jaydick Week 2023 day 1 | 2k words | annngsstttt

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@jaydick-week Day 6 - Things that I want (this happily ever after)

Prompt: Omegaverse

Masterlist

UNKNOWN SUBSTANCE DETECTED’

Jason resisted the urge to swear and shot off his last few bullets into the knees of the two remaining henchmen as his helmet dash blinked at him almost angrily. One of the idiots he’d just kneecapped had tossed a grenade in his general direction and blown up one of the shipping boxes, releasing a cloud of pink dust into the air that promptly dusted everyone in range like pink icing sugar. If these guys were working for Black Mask like he thought they were, then the pink dust couldn’t be anything good. 

He pulled a vial out of his pocket and collected an uncontaminated sample from one of the other boxes considering the layer that was covering his entire body was probably unusable. He did one last sweep of the building before calling the police and high tailing it out of the area before anyone else could try and blow him up. Again . 

He was halfway back to his safehouse, ready to turn in for the night when his helmet dash started flashing again. 

‘ FILTERS COMPROMISED ’

“Fuck.” He considered his options. 

There was a good chance that he was already breathing in whatever the pink stuff was. But there was a higher chance of him breathing in what was dusted all over his clothes if he took the helmet off. He swore again before picking up the pace. 

Best chance was limiting contact, so the faster he got home and cleaned off, the better his chances were. 

He jumped straight into the shower without taking any of his gear off, glad this safehouse had a bathroom with a window big enough for him to climb through. Most of his gear was waterproof anyway, so he just turned the shower on and used the heavy duty Wayne Enterprises body wash that guaranteed to wash away anything that Gotham’s rogues could throw at or on you. 

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you got me lookin’ for attention

rating: e. pairings: dick grayson/jason todd. prompt: bodyguard au + ‘get your hands off him.’ warnings: none.

summary: jason knows boys like dickie grayson-wayne. doesn’t stop him from falling for it every time, though.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jason Todd/Dick Grayson Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Venom AU, Tentacles, Public Sex, Anal Sex, Dom/sub, Dick in Lingerie, Spitroasting, Top Jason Todd, Bottom Dick Grayson, Some dialogue taken from Venom: Let There Be Carnage Series: Part 24 of JayDick Week, Part 32 of TentaTodd Summary:

After a nice family day in, Jason takes Dick out for a night of fun.

Sequel to TentaTodd 2019 Day 3:aliens & outerspace and TentaTodd 2021: Day 1: Aliens

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Hands to Fuel Desire

(Jaydick, E, 3.3k, fingerstripe fingerbang!!! For @jaydick-week day 5: fingerstripes)

The thing is, Dick gets it. It’s one of those things that just happens, in their profession.  You can’t spend your adolescence dressing up in tight, eye-catching costumes to fight crime without finding yourself occasionally surrounded by other incredibly hot people in tight, eye-catching costumes fighting crime.  And, well. It’s sort of an open secret by now that the hero biz is full of adrenaline junkies with a collective costume kink. They used to joke about it, when they first set up the Titans. Back when they were all young and stupid and incredibly horny over absolutely everything. But now it’s just something they’ve accepted about themselves, and each other, with as little judgment as possible. Straps wrapped tight around bulging muscles? Hot. Bodysuits clinging to curves in the sweaty post-fight aftermath? Absolutely. Harnesses and vinyl and leather and lassos? Have at it!  Those damned elaborate holsters Jason wears these days, coiled around his ridiculous, gorgeous thighs like garters. The ones that make Dick want to fall to his knees and tease the leather down with his teeth, want to strip them away one by one until Jay is blushing like a bride on her wedding night, and-- Dick gets it. He really, really does. What he doesn’t get, what he’s struggling to understand, is Jason’s obsession with his fingers.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU (Comics), Nightwing (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Hurt Dick Grayson, Blood and Injury, Bleeding, Caretaker Jason Todd, Soft boys being soft, Idiots in Love Summary:

He creeps toward the bathroom with a sick feeling in his stomach because he can’t think of any reason why an adversary or a stranger would come to his place to bleed in his bathroom. He can think of seven people, though, who might in the right circumstances (okay, six, because the Bat would probably bleed out before he came to Jason for help), and one idiot in particular who might come to Jason’s place rather than going to the Cave for help.

My fic for day 1 of @jaydick-week : Hurt/Comfort 

Also fills the Lacerations square on my Nightwing @badthingshappenbingo card.

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JayDickWeek Day 2 - Mythology AU (Dick as Persephone and Jason as Nemesis)

Arranged Marriage and "He doesn't know, does he?" could also apply if consider the implications of Dick being Persephone and Hades (Slade) being nowhere to be found here...

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I played valorant yesterday and forgot about jaydick week, SORRY-

Day 1. Comfort/hurt

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Are You Sure About This?

Written for JayDick Week 2023, Day 5: High School/College AU | Fingerstripes | Gotham Knights

Also posted on AO3 (under the name: kishirokitsune)

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Are You Sure About This?

It started out as a joke after they all sat and watched the footage of Bruce, stripped down to a scandalously short pair of black boxers, dancing at the Iceberg Lounge while Oswald Cobblepot pleaded for him to get down. If they ever needed a distraction like that, who would be the one to step up in Bruce's place?

Tim, while quite adept at creating distractions as Robin, was underaged and on top of that had presented himself as the hyper-capable teen CEO of Wayne Enterprise. Barbara was too well-known as the daughter of ex-Commissioner Jim Gordon. Dick point blank refused.

Which left Jason.

He hadn't taken it seriously at the time. His little dance had served its purpose to embarrass Tim and get Barbara and Dick to laugh. How could he have predicted that, weeks later, he would be asked to provide a distraction when questions arose about Dick's abrupt return to Gotham and the rise of Nightwing sightings?

“Wouldn't it make more sense for you to do this?” Jason groused as he dug through his closet in search of appropriate clubbing attire. There wasn't much there that wasn't sweatpants or sweatshirts, which came in larger sizes or else were stretchy enough to accommodate his bigger frame.

“Been there, done that,” Dick flippantly responded from where he was sprawled out on his stomach on Jason's bed.

Jason tossed him an irate look. “If you're not going to help, then get the fuck out.”

“But baby, who would help you get all gussied up if not me?” Dick asked, playfully batting his eyelashes.

“Tim will be done with his meeting in an hour.”

“But I have the better fashion sense.”

Jason snorted as he threw a pair of sweatpants at Dick's face. “You wish, Mr. Mullet.”

Dick gasped dramatically and batted away the clothing. “I'll have you know that it was the height of fashion at the time!”

“Wow. You look pretty good for a man who was in his teens in the 70s.” Jason paused as he straightened up to his full height, crimson button-down shirt in hand. “God, what was I thinking by asking for your help. I should have talked to Alfred instead.”

“Do it, I dare you,” Dick said with a broad smile. His eyes glittered with untold mischief. “Can you imagine what he'd say? 'Of course, Master Jason. I would be delighted to assist.'” His mimicry of Alfred was scarily accurate, right down to the accent and dry tone. “'As you may have noticed, Master Bruce was rather fond of a simple pair of black silk boxers, but might I suggest a more suitable shade of red for your escapades this evening?'”

Jason completely stopped his search so he could turn around and stare at Dick in horror. “Please, never do that again.”

Dick laughed loudly and sprang up from the bed. “Let's see what we're working with here. I'm sure you've got something useful, like, uh...”

Jason crossed his arms over his chest and prepared for Dick to make fun of him for his wardrobe choices. As much as he teased the man for his flamboyant style, Dick always found a way to look good in whatever he was wearing.

“Ah ha! Okay, this one... and, oh! Jeans! I know you have a pair of boots that'll work, which just leaves...” Dick cut his eyes to Jason and lowered to the red shirt he was still holding onto. “You've already got the shirt. Excellent.”

When Dick backed out of the closet, he was holding a black leather jacket and a pair of jeans that Jason had stuffed away for being just a little too tight. He shoved both articles of clothing at Jason, forcing him to uncross his arms to keep it all from falling to the floor.

Jason dubiously eyed the clothes. “...are you sure about this?”

“Trust me,” Dick said, laying one hand on Jason's shoulder. “Try it all on so I can see how it looks.”

Jason turned his back to Dick as he walked to the bed, where he set down the clothing before stripping down and redressing in what the other man had picked for him. He was in the process of doing up the last two buttons on the shirt when Dick turned him around, batted away his hands, and undid the third and fourth buttons as well.

“Now the leather jacket,” Dick instructed, taking a step back so he could look Jason up and down.

Jason shrugged on the jacket, enjoying the weight of the supple leather as it settled against him. “Well?”

“Give me a turn,” Dick said, gesturing in a circle with one finger extended.

Feeling incredibly foolish, Jason did one full turn and then flopped his arms down at his side. As he remembered, the jeans fit too tightly around his hips and he was sure the button-down was a little too stuffy for what he needed to do. The jacket was fine – he actually liked that one. He'd picked it up at a thrift store during his first month back in Gotham and counted himself lucky that it'd survived through that period of time.

“Lookin' good, Jay,” Dick complimented. “Now to decide what to do with your hair.”

“What's wrong with my hair?”

What wasn't wrong with his hair? It'd grown out since the unfortunate gum incident that took place right before Bruce's death, but there was nothing he could really do to cover up the persistent white streak that came from his exposure to the Lazarus Pit. Barbara had tried to be nice about it, telling him that it made him look distinguished, but Jason knew the truth: it made him look far older than he was. And when paired with the scar running down the entirety of his face...

Dick's soft laughter brought him out of his morose thoughts and when Jason lifted his eyes, the older man was suddenly much closer than he expected. (Dick's eyes were so blue. How were they that bright?)

“Nothing's wrong with your hair, I just think it would suit your new look if we teased it up a bit,” Dick said, reaching up to do just that.

Jason flinched at the initial contact and then relaxed as Dick did little more than run his fingers through the lengthening strands of hair. He reflexively swallowed as the older man shuffled a smidgen closer. “Dick?”

“Hm?”

“Do you really think all of this will work? I mean... Look at me. I'm not... I'm not like you and Bruce. I can go in and act the part, sure, but that's not enough.”

Dick paused for a moment, his brow crinkled as he studied Jason's face. “What do you mean, not like me and Bruce?”

“Pretty,” Jason said bluntly, moving away from Dick. He just needed a little space. A little bit of breathing room that didn't involve taking in the warm scent of Dick's cologne. “I'm not blind to the way people look at me and move out of the way because I make them nervous. I just... I said it as a joke, you know? Yeah, let's send in Jason to strip down and dance at Cobblepot's lounge so he can get himself kicked out and make headlines! What a riot!”

“Okay, I'm going to stop you there,” Dick spoke up before Jason could take it further. “First, you – no, hang on. First, if you really feel uncomfortable doing this, then don't. Yeah, I'm kind of sick of being the one who goes out and shakes my ass and has to deal with uncomfortable comments about it, but I'll keep doing it if it means no one else has to experience the same thing. Second, there's nothing wrong with the way you look.”

Jason scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Sure.”

“I'm serious. Jason, you're one of the most handsome people I know. You are! And I can guarantee that if you go out tonight, dressed like this, someone will take notice in a good way. Fifty bucks says you leave the bar with at least three phone numbers by the end of the night,” Dick said.

“Pretty sure the whole point of this is to cause enough of a ruckus that old Oswald kicks me out,” Jason reminded him.

“That's why you get them before putting on a show. Then you just have remember which number belongs to which person.”

Maybe that had been Dick's experience whenever he went out, but it wasn't the same for Jason. He attracted a specific type – one that he didn't personally care for – and even if he did find someone he thought was handsome, they still wouldn't be someone he'd ask out.

The truth was, he'd been harboring a crush on Dick for years. He didn't like to dwell on it. That would just ruin the easy camaraderie they'd formed since his return and he wasn't going to take a chance with that. It was enough that every now and then he'd become struck with awe over the color of Dick's eyes or the way he's cheeks dimpled when he smiled or how effortless he made his flips across the Gotham sky look when they went out at night.

There was only one person who's attention Jason really wanted.

He put on a brave smile. “So, you think I'm handsome?”

Jason expected a joke. For Dick to laugh it off with some witty statement or compare him to Adonis or some shit like that, but instead he got genuine smile that made Dick's eyes crinkle up at the corners.

“You have no idea,” Dick said softly. He reached up to fix the open collar of Jason's shirt, his fingertips brushing against bare skin. “There. Just pick your favorite pair of boots and you're good to go.”

It would've been easy to pull Dick in closer. To lean down for a kiss. To just hold onto him and express his thanks or even reveal the way he felt. But Jason did nothing as Dick stepped back and began talking about the different things he could do to annoy Oswald Cobblepot – it wouldn't make enough of an impact if he just jumped up on the sculpture and copied what Bruce had already done. It needed to be something new. Something to show off Jason's best assets and moves.

Jason listened to it all, silently mourning the loss of a perfect opportunity.

There was always next time.

[justtoarguewithyou]

The flowers and my love Passed away under the rain While I idly looked upon them: Where is my yester-love?

—Ono no Komachi

A Hanakaki trope subversion for JayDick Week.

[redbirdandbluebird23]

@jaydick-week Day 5 - Bathtub Confessions

Prompt: Fingerstripes

Masterlist

Jason was, putting it lightly, not having a good day. Alien killer robots had once again decided Gotham was the perfect place to start a planet invasion on account of Bruce apparently pissing them off while in space with the league. So, it was all hands on deck, long standing grievances aside. 

On the plus side, Earth was winning. 

On the downside, one of the robots had managed to stab Jason with one of their weird knives and had pulled it back out before Jason could stop it. 

Luckily for Jason, Nightwing happened to be on the same street as it happened. Dick had freaked out a little more than Jason was expecting and dragged him into a nearby apartment building which led them to where they were now; hiding out in some random person's bathroom while waiting for the league's medics to arrive. 

Dick was trying to make the room as secure as possible so no more robots could get in as Jason watched from where Dick had practically dumped him in the bathtub. No offence to Dick, but right at this moment, Jason would rather be stuck with anyone else. The blood loss and pain were making him delirious and the only thing he could seem to focus on were Dick’s goddamn finger stripes. 

Jason didn’t know why they were affecting him so much; his sexual awakening had been the fucking discowing suit, finger stripes should be a walk in the park. But for whatever reason, he was currently hyper aware of them for the first time since he’d come back and found Dick in blue and black instead of blue and yellow. 

“Right, nothing should get in that we don’t want.” Dick said, surveying his work on the door, hands on his hips. “How you feeling, little wing?”

“Fuckin’ amazing.” Jason grumbled. 

Dick gave him a half smile before double checking the pressure bandages he’d secured over the wound. “You’re still losing a lot of blood, but they shouldn’t be too long getting to us.”

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