#if u think robin jay wouldn’t also feel the same if he knew/saw it first hand then idk what to tell u?

[adelinamoteru]

I’m a big believer in robin jason and red hood jason loving each other. they would kill for each other. they are SO understanding and protective of each other. I genuinely refuse any other pov sorry

[mayonara]

Ooh can u write a pre-slash Jaydick that leads up to slash? With jason being upset/jealous because dick is avoiding him? Or maybe something angsty with dick breaking up with jay in order to protect him or something idk. Your choice ^^

I always enjoy writing angst with a dash of comfort :D Hope you like this one. Jason has his own personal assistant he yells at when he’s mad 

Jason sighed heavily andsqueezed the Nightwing plush in his hands. He poked and probed at it, pinchingits cheeks and wiggling its arms and legs.  

“You idiot,” he jeered, turquoiseeyes meeting the toys’ masked ones as he shook him, annoyed. “Why do youalways ignore me?” He roared, raising his voice at the small stuffedNightwing, acted as if it had offended him when really he was reprimanding the actual person. Though he couldn’t quitesay it to his face so he resorted to letting off his steam at a replica.

“Seriously!”Jason growled and pulled at Nightwing’s arms, twisting and turning him in allsorts of directions since the thing was just filled with cotton. “Youalways ignore me when I try to talkto you. But you give Tim and Damian allthe time in the world,” he murmured and huffed a breath, collapsingback against the couch. He enveloped his arms around the plush and hugged ittight to his chest, before he decided to punish him by biting his shoulder.

“Ugh,” hegrumbled and jerked upright. Jason was restless, had trouble containing hisemotions after a rough night of once again being ignored by his preciouspseudo-brother.

The Red Hood had beenout on patrol tonight when he ran into Nightwing, Robin and Red Robin. They briefly teamed up together since theperpetrator they were after were one in the same. Things had gone well despiteall the bickering and when Jason went to speak to them, specifically Dick, theman turned away and instead, placed all his attention on his younger brothers.He was complimenting them, telling them they did a job well done while on theother hand, overlooking Jason eventhough he did a large chunk of the fighting.

That pissed Jason offand seeing that Dick was still continuing to ignore him as he stood there, heswiftly left. He was slightly embarrassed about his actions, overstepping hisboundaries by attempting to act chummy when he wasn’t at all close with them,so he just came back to his safe house to mope.

Things weren’t alwaysrosy when Jason came back to life, but they’d long since fixed theirrelationship. However, Dick still seemed to be on the fence about him. Heinitially started off fine, joking along with Jason when they occasionallyworked together. But then slowly, he started to distance himself to the pointwhere he completely disregarded him. And that fucking annoyed the hell out ofJason. All he wanted was to just get along with the man, chat with him a fewtimes, but the fact that he wouldn’t give him a single moment upset Jason.

And this purely hadnothing to do with the feelings he held for Dick. None at all, at least that’s what he kept trying to tell himself.He knew he couldn’t have Dick, that the man would never come to like him thatway. So all he really wanted was to just get along with him, but Dick was beinga dick.

Sighing for the umpteenthtime, he scrubbed a hand down his face and gazed at the Nightwing plush again.He’d had it for a while now, having bought it purely as a joke since hehappened to see it while he was shopping for some supplies.

He was surprised by thequality of the plush, didn’t notice it until now. He examined the toy, admiringhow nicely sewn he was, that pretty black and blue uniform shining through,mimicking the original Nightwing’s exact design. He even had a stupid smile,all happy and bright and the stripes of his fingers were also there. Jason’scouldn’t believe the manufacturers had put so much detail into him though itmade sense considering the hero himself was popular and quite well known.

But just looking at thething pissed Jason off so he slammed it to the ground, got up and stepped onit, rubbed his heel on his stomach before he disappeared to his bedroom.

Brooding wasn’t going tohelp so he might as well force himself to sleep. At least that way, he couldlet all his emotions flow away.

Jason swore he had theworst luck ever. He’d already had quite a shitty childhood and then died, wasreborn again. One would think the cycle would have ended, but no, his bad luckjust never seemed to stay away, attached onto him like a virus.

Thankfully the shot he’dsustained during a crossfire wasn’t life threatening. He wasn’t even on patrolor anything of that spectrum. The man had been out on a grocery run and as hewas crossing the street, there had been a drive by shooting. One of the ladieswho was out in the open was in their line of shot so Jason jumped into shieldher and ended up getting hit himself. 

Of course the lady waspanicking about the blood oozing from his arm, soaking into his shirt insplotches, but he had to reassure her it was fine. He couldn’t very well go tothe hospital since he’s legally dead,so they wouldn’t have any records of him. That would be too difficult to dealwith so his only choice was to sneak away before the cops would show up despitethe fact that the few witnesses that had been nearby were attempting to callthe ambulance and trying to get him to stop.

But Jason was stubbornand refused, ran as soon as he spotted an opening.

Now he was currently marginallydrugged up at his safe house after having fixed up his own wound. Luckily thebullet only grazed his arm and he didn’t have to operate on himself or worse, call up Alfred for help. Hedidn’t want to bother the butler if he didn’t have to.

Jason was resting in bedwith pillows propped up against the headboard and had the TV on, volume highand blasting into his room. His mind was slightly dazed and he was ratherlethargic, had no energy and felt a bit woozy. Probably took too high of adouse.

Every so often, turquoiseeyes would travel down to his arm, glancing to check his bandages and see ifit’d bled through. It sort of was leaking and his bandages were also slowlyunraveling, fraying at the edges from the poor job he’d done. Wrapping an arm onehanded was not as easy as people made it sound.

But he didn’t have the driveto care for it and exhaled heavily, sinking back into the soft mattress andpillows and tugged at his covers. A hand searched blindly underneath his stackof pillows, probing for something specific. When he’d found it, he gripped theitem in his hand and pulled it out to settle in his lap, wrapped arm around itto cuddle it close to his chest.

“At least you’regood for one thing,” Jason murmured and stroked Nightwing’s head. It wassoft and fuzzy and at least this version didn’t ignore him.

Content, Jason returnedhis attention back to the TV and let the time tick by as he watched a thrillerfilm until he passed out.

Jason slowly woke fromhis deep slumber, a bit dazed and muddled. The drugs must have kicked in andtook him under because he felt well rested, although still a bit sluggish. But thepain in his arm was still there, pulsing ever few seconds.

A soft sigh escaped intothe air and his attention fell onto the only source of life, the TV. Apparentlyhe’d fell asleep with it still on. The sun had already set, darkness filteringinto the room and he’d realized he’d slept most of the day.

Great, now his sense of timing was off. But it’s not as if he had it inthe first place anyways considering his schedule was out of the ordinary.

As he shifted on hisbed, pressed his palms against the mattress and attempted to sit up, his eyescaught sight of his arm and noticed the bandages had been changed. It wasclean, not a single patch of blood in sight and it was also neatly wrapped,tied carefully and pressed flush to his arm, not too tight or loose.

Who—?

His inquiry was answeredwhen the person in question entered the room with a glass of water. Theintruder had messy dark hair and was dressed in a pair of black sweatpants anda simple grey hoodie. Vivid blue eyes fell upon him and immediately, a smilebroke out onto his face.

“Jason.” Fucking hell, it was Dick Grayson. Whatwas he doing here?

Jason was oddly confusedand pinched his brows, trying to comprehend why the first Robin was currentlyin his safe house. In his room, casuallydressed and was holding one of his favorite cups like he owned the place.

“What are you doinghere?” Jason asked, watching closely as the man tapped the door shut withhis foot and approached his bed side. There was already a chair stationed rightbeside him and a blanket draped over the seat. Had he been here for a while?

“I heard you wereinjured,” Dick said and gathered the blanket from off the chair beforesettling himself back in. He then stretched out an arm and handed the glass ofwater to Jason. “Take it.” He gestured at him and also revealed theset of pills that’d been hiding in his other hand. 

Jason narrowed his eyesat him, still confused, but took it from him anyways. He tossed the pills intohis mouth, swiftly swallowed them and washed it down with water. Dick pluckedthe cup from his fingers and set it down onto his nightstand.

“How’d you know Iwas injured?”

“News. I saw itonline and I knew you lived around here and the lady you saved was freakingout. Hence I called, but you didn’t answer your phone and I got worried so Icame to check,” Dick simply stated and smiled fondly at him. 

“I see,” Jasonsaid and huffed a breath, unsure what else to say to that. There were a millionquestions stewing in his mind and he wanted to let them all out, but didn’texactly want to chase Dick away just yet so he held off.

“Are you doingokay?” Dick asked and furrowed his brows in concern.

Now this was unusual. Being specially treated by the boy wonder andhaving him be worried for his well-being wasn’t something Jason was used to.Nor had he experienced it much either. 

“I’m fine. Just agraze.”

“I saw. I uh—hopeyou don’t mind, but I fixed up your bandage. It was coming undone.“ 

"Yeah,thanks,” Jason said and glanced around the room awkwardly, thinking aboutwhat he wanted to ask Dick before he settled his gaze back on the man. Dick wassitting up straight, hands on his knees and tilting slightly forward. His lipswere tugged into a small smile and he was watching Jason closely, a hint of distressfilling his blue eyes. “So—” he started and cleared his throat.“What exactly are you doing here?”

Dick blinked, slightlytaken aback by that question. “I said I came to check on you.”

“Yeah, but why?” That was really the oneanswer he was looking for. Why? Why now? Why come visit him when he was downand injured when all of the other times he’d ignored him? Didn’t pay him asingle attention?

The smile on Dick’s facefaltered and his eyes darkened as he pulled his lips into a thin line, deep inthought. The worry had disappeared, replaced by one of confusion, seemingly abit surprised at that curve ball that Jason threw at him. It was almost as ifDick himself didn’t understand why.

As the older man dwelledin his thoughts, possibly trying to come up with an answer to his question.Jason sat there silently and shuffled on his bed, attempting to prop himself upproperly. As he moved about, restacking the pillows behind his back, his handpressed onto something firm. Lifting his arm up, he spotted the Nightwing plushthat’d somehow gotten lost in the tangle of mess he’d created. Slowly, he liftedit up and was going to attempt to hide it away before Dick saw but it was toolate.

“Is that me?”Dick asked and pointed at the object held in Jason’s hands. Busted.

He couldn’t very welldeny it now that it was out in the open. “Yeah,” he answered andbrought it into his lap as he turned around to face the first Robin. “It’s you,” he said forlornly andcurled his fingers around its waist, held it tight and started playing with itsarms.

“Oh,” Dick whispered. 

An awkward silencefilled the air as neither said a word. Jason had redirected his gaze to theNightwing plush, felt more at ease staring at something that was inanimaterather than the real thing himself. Those pretty blue eyes of his were too muchfor Jason sometimes, expressive enough that he could almost read all of hisemotions.

Jason heard the floorcreak and suddenly felt the bed dip to the side. He jerked his head up andgawked at the man who was now only a few inches away from him. Dick stretchedan arm out and flicked the plushie’s forehead. 

“I—” hestarted and then paused briefly, licked a tongue over his lips and sighednervously. “I was worried about you,” he said and brought his eyes tomeet Jason’s, holding his gaze still so the man wouldn’t break away. “Ihad to come check and see if you’re okay.”

“I get that but why?You don’t necessarily care about me,” Jason blurted, being completely bluntand pinched the toy’s arm, bringing its hand to slap at its own face. “Youalways ignore me.”

“I-I know,”Dick admitted and threaded a hand through his raven hair gently. “I’msorry about that. I didn’t exactly mean to.”

“What does thateven mean?” Jason hissed, tone sharp. He wanted Dick to be honest and getto the point instead of beating around the bushes.

The man exhaled loudlyand shrugged his shoulders. “Okay.I suppose I did it on purpose, but it’s not because I hate you or anythingJason.”

“You sure seem likeit considering you coddle the others,”he jabbed out of jealousy. It was petty, he knew, but he was upset about it.Jason had done things wrong in the past, he’d admit to that, but he’d alsotaken the time to amend his actions. Not that he regretted all his actions becausehe didn’t, but there were certain ones he wished he hadn’t done. It was alreadyin the past and all he could do was move on and not repeat his mistakes.

“I know. I do paythem more attention, but I just—they’re easier to handle. You, it’s hard,” Dick said, stuttering on his words and wasn’tthat a first? He was always so confident in everything he did but right now,when confronted by Jason, he was faltering with his words.

“I don’t get whatyou’re getting at,” Jason scowled. “Get to the damn point Dick. Ifyou’re here to insult me then leave.”He had no more patience for Dick’s delay tactics and if he was going to tellhim that he couldn’t get along with him or whatever other bullshit, then he wanted him gone.

A look of horror crossedover Dick’s eyes and he scooted closer, closing the space to settle his hand onJason’s. “No, I’m not here toinsult you Jay,” he murmured ever so gently. “I—” he nibbled onhis lower lip, struggling with whatever was fueled inside of his body.“I…” he whispered and breathed loudly, struggling to say what wason the tip of his tongue.

“Out with it,”Jason grumbled, vexed. What was it that Dick wanted to say that was giving himsuch a hard time to express? 

Blue eyes rolled off tothe side, glancing down at the little Nightwing plush still in Jason’s lapbefore he returned and settled himself back on Jason. With a firm expression,Dick brought a hand and cupped Jason’s cheek and before he knew it, before hecould react or say a word, their lips met. 

The kiss was brief, butit was chaste and sweet. Dick’s lips were soft as he kissed him gingerly,stroked a thumb under his eye, and slipped his fingers around his ear, pinchingtenderly as the tips of his fingers dove into his hair.

“I like you,”he mumbled and pressed their foreheads together, lips hovering just a merecentimeters away. “I like you,”he repeated more confidently this time.

“You like me?”Jason repeated, a bit confused, and slightly dazed from the unexpected kiss.

“Yeah. I—um,”Dick murmured and then drew in a shaky breath. “I avoided you because Ilike you. And I, well, I thought itwould be bad if we continued interacting.”

“Because I’mproblematic?” Jason asked, a bit offended if that was the case.

“No,” Dick immediately shut downthat thought. “No, that’s not it,” he said and kissed him again, alittle more desperate this time, wanting to get his feelings across. “It’sbecause I was afraid. I didn’t wantto mess it up.”

“What?" 

"You know I have agood knack at fucking up relationships. I didn’t want to repeat it again. So Ifigured it was better if I just distanced myself from you. It was—it was difficulthaving to, but it was harder being near you. So I just, I don’t know, did what I thought was best.”

Jason sighed loudly androlled his eyes at the man in disbelief. Couldn’t believe that was the thoughtprocess going on inside his mind. The reason itself was so silly and Jasoncouldn’t comprehend the fear that was coursing through Dick to make him reactthat way. But he supposed it wasn’t something that he would personallyunderstand considering he’d never really dated much before.

“You’re so dumbDickiebird,” Jason said, lips tugging into a smirk. “I can’t believeyou.”

“Hey!” he said, insulted. “Ididn’t exactly want to lose you or get my ego kicked again. Honestly, I don’tknow what it is but I always mess up one way or another and people dumpme,” Dick grumbled, a look of hurt briefly passing through his eyes.

Jason pressed a thumb tohis pretty lips, held him close and leaned in to kiss him. “Well they werestupid to do it,” he said and kissed him again, more fervently this time.“If they won’t have you, then I will,”Jason said and Dick chuckled at that remark.

“But I might makeyou mad.”

“You already pissme off.”

“I guess that’staken care of then,” he joked and then distanced himself a bit from Jasonas he turned his attention away and picked up the toy resting in his lap.“Though you have a little version of me to yell at.” There was anamused smile gracing his lips as he played with the plush and wiggled itaround, examining its outfit. “It’s pretty spot on,” he murmuredunder his breath, a bit surprised at the quality of the stuffed toy, as Jasonhad been the other day.

“Yeah and trust me,I do yell at it. He is my personal outlet,” Jason said and pinched itscheek. “He listens well.”

“You know you canjust yell at me if I make you angry right?”

“Yeah but you’dyell back.”

“Jay—” Dicksaid and leveled his eyes at him. “I’m serious.If you have an issue, please talk to me about it.” This was probably beingsprung about due to his poor relationships. “I want to communicate betterwith you. I…I want our relationship to flourish.”

And Jason did as well,so he supposed the first thing they needed to overcome was being able toexpress their emotions. Which included ones that they often kept to themselvesand he knew that Dick was the master at that. Always kept his issues in,letting it boil until it just burst open. He needed to improve on that andmaybe it was something they could work on together. 

“We’ll both have towork on communicating then,” Jason said and Dick laughed at him, noddinghis head in agreement because it was the honest truth.

“So—” Dicksettled his eyes on Jason again and wrapped the Nightwing plush close againsthis chest as his little persona settled in his lap. That was the most adorablething he’d ever seen Dick do and he wished he could snap a picture right now,but he had no clue where his phone was at. He was about to search for it, hewas interrupted as Dick finished his comment. “How do you feel about me?“He asked with a small smirk on his lips, teasing the man gently since heprobably knew his answer already. Jason just rolled his eyes at him inamusement and smiled back.

"Let me showyou,” he said as he curled a hand behind Dick’s neck, fingers tangling inhis soft hair and pulled him into a bruising kiss as their lips met in a fierypassion.

They fell against thebed, limbs tangled in one another as they kissed the night away, soft murmursand moans filtering into the still air.