#mercenary jason wilson

[vertigoartgore]

2010's Deadpool: Wade Wilson's War Vol.1 #1 cover by Jason Pearson.

[scarletlunarosa]

AU where Slade is a leader of a mercenary group then Dick an omega joins. At first Slade was hesitant that an omega will join but he sees how qualified Dick is.

Years later Dick has been training the new mercenaries and is called Mother of the Group as Slade is called Boss. (They're a couple now)

New recruit Jason, Dick's brother joins and is being trained by Slade.

Dick becomes jealous by this and tries to prove himself to get Slade's attention.

[thejasonandsladeagenda]

Huge thanks to @lisholoz for A) their incredible art and B) letting us use it as our profile picture this month!

This was part of the Arkham Knight militia training guys trust me

Bonus:

[softfem-dom]

the four times they asked about his sidekick, and the one time he realized why. (pt.1)

worst!logan + d&w!deadpool x suicidal!reader

a/n : okay this is sad and emotion-driven asf, so if you're sensitive to suicide mentions or emotional trumoil and problems of self-worth please do not continue reading this. Also warning for suicide description for the other universes' sidekicks. first part out of five!

wc : 2k

TW FOR SUICIDE , TW FOR DEPRESSION , SOFT!WADE , SOFT!WORST!LOGAN , WADE BEING UNABLE TO LOOK AFTER A KID , HEAVY/MULTIPLE BATMAN AND JASON TODD REFERENCES , DEADPOOL VARIANTS FUSSING OVER READER. soft!worst logan . overprotective!deadpool . only-deadpool-still-with-sidekick!wade wilson

Think of Batman and Robin.

Yup. Now turn and twist it around some more and make it.. more chaotic, more unhinged. More morally questionable.

And then think of Deadpool. The merc with a mouth. The dude that chose a red suit just so he didn't have to bother about the red stains.

And then add up a teenager to the recipe. As chaotic as the man, maybe a bit naïver. And you've got Deadpool and his sidekick.

Because if all cool superheros had sidekicks, then Deadpool —albeit while not actively being a superhero. Had to have one too, didn't he?

And that's how you had ended up roped into all of his unethical adventures, killing off the bad guys that had the highest price above their head and helping Deadpool run the official Spideypool fanwebsite.

But, despite how many masks you put on, despite how many bad guys you killed, despite how many times you had saved someone. You were still just you.

A teenager. A teenager paired up with an older, unhinged, mercenary that ran his mouth way too much and that got you into way too much trouble.

A teenager paired up with an irresponsible adult without emotional responsability was the fucking equivalent of throwing a trained lab mouse inside the first maze that didn't have an exist.

Wade cared about you. Yeah, you knew that. But the problem was that you were a teenager and teenagers needed a certain amount of care to grow healthyly.

Because physically you were great, with how much running around and being-at-the-verge-of-death you did. But mentally? God, then you were the messiest mess in the planet.

Spending so much time with someone that had so many intrusive thoughts, that spilled his thoughts without filter, had rubbed off on you.

And sometimes you scared yourself when sudden thoughts popped up in your mind. Like the sudden pull in your legs anytime you walked near the edge of a roof, the "jump!" that flashed across your head. Or the way you wondered, asked yourself, what it would feel to be stabbed when you were cleaning Deadpool's katanas. Or the way you started to throw yourself at danger's way just for the thrill of it. And if you died, well, there went nothing.

It was wrong. It was bad. And it was a totally unhealthy and toxic vice. You knew you were self-destructive.

But you didn't know how to do doing anything about it.

You see, if Deadpool wasn't so reckless and careless maybe you would've told him. But since he did it, you grew into your late teens thinking it was okay.

,,

Lately, your thoughts had grew more dangerous. More specific. And you were starting to get scared of yourself. In movies, that was how villians started —with destructive thoughts. And you didn't want to become a villian.

What would Wade think of you? He'd be disappointed in you, hate your guts, despise you.

So your mind jumped to the quickest—and most self-destructive—conclussion. Offing yourself before that happened.

And you had nearly 10 pages of your pink diary written with ways of carrying on with that plan. Glitter gel pen words scribbled about the knifes in the house—their lengths and sharpness—, about the belts stacked away in Wade's closet, about the height of the fall from the balcony to the ground. You had everything planned.

And Wade hadn't caught onto anything of it, except for the fact you seemed more twitchy and on edge than usual. He tied it to the usual teenage anxiousness that came with your age.

He didn't know this was the last mission he was going to have you in.

,,

He had just brought you along on this 'adventure' just like he had did with all of the ones before, except in this one there was another.. —reluctant—companion.

Logan Howlett. The Wolverine.

And not the dead hero that Wade had unburied a few days before. No. This one was the worst variant of Wolverine in the whole multiverse, the one from the timeline where he killed all of the X-Men.

And that Howlett was smelling something coming.

He could smell the irony scent of blood whafting off of you, a bitter scent choking his airways. Your scent was way too bitter for how cheerful you were, except maybe you weren't.

This Logan had only barely known you for two days, but if something were to happen to you he'd kill the responsible, then find a way to kill the mercenary and then find a way to kill himself too.

But, first. Stop, pause, rewind. How this did even start?

,,

You groaned as you helped Wade drag the uncounscious body of the drunk Wolverine you had found in a random timeline —the only one in which the dude hadn't tried to kill you at first sight. Entering through the door-shaped orange portal to the TVA room.

"one anchor being coming right up!" Wade's voice rang through the air before the merc, fully dressed in his suit, had crossed the portal.

You let out a startled squeak when the antihero pretty much threw the uncounscious body of the Logan on the ground, wincing at the metallic sound of his skull against the floor.

"Wade!" you hissed. "c'mon pumpkin', don't sweat it. He's full metal, remember?" he said as he gave the drunk Logan a kick in the side, the metallic sound echoing his words.

"listen here, babygirl" the merc started, looking at the unimpressed man before him. "this Wolverine has the he-can-do-anything-even-musical-stuff look to him and bonus he's actually wearing the accurate comic costume. So, uh yeah, there, timeline saved"

The silence coming from the dude that had called Wade here in the first place didn't sound too good get it?. And as you sat there, poking the drunk man's face with your index finger while whispering for him to "wake up, Wolvie, rise and shine, wakey wakey?"

"I don't understand"

"You said my, our" he pointed at you "universe is dying because this nutsack died, well, problem solved" he now pointed at Logan.

"oh my god" Paradox breathed out. "you actually think you can replace an Anchor Being with this?"

Oh, great. A rant was comming. Like the ones your mother goes on when you mess up too many times.

"I wouldn't have accepted any other Wolverine BT dubs. But you.. have outdone yourself and brought me the worst Wolverine in the whole multiverse!"

It looked as if the dude's temple vein was going to pop, and you weakly interveened. "what do you mean the worst one..?" you breathed out.

"This Wolverine let down his entire world, he's the stuff of Legend but not in a good way and what he did.. well, some things are just beyond forgiveness"

A beat of silence followed, you knew the Wolverine on the floor had been awake and listening for the whole time. But then, you saw Paradox finally looking at you.

"wait"

"what?"

"is that your little sidekick?"

The incredulous, and cruelly amused, tone of the man in uniform made Wade quirk an eyebrow under his mask.

"yeah, why?"

His words were followed by a booming laugh coming from Paradox. His hand going to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, as chuckle after chuckle it just confused Wade and you even more.

"I can't believe you've still got her"

That was like a titty-flash for Wade, and not the good kind. He stood there, mouth gaping like a fish as he wildly and overexageredly gestured towards you.

"I gave you a chance at greatness, because my superiors deemed you special. But, I did my duty. I gave you the opportunity and you refused, so there's no more bussiness to do here"

And with that, and a strange remote control in his hand, he pressed a button and zapped you three off to somewhere. Leaving Wade with a strange taste lingering in his mouth.

Well, at least it seemed like your last adventure wasn't going to be boring.

(tags : @coocoocachewgotscrewed , @lokisloverisnthere , @krowsfoot , @lizziegraysworld , @r0reep , @beelzel-brat ).

[gilverrwrites]

Toy Maintenance

Arkham Knight/Reader, 900 words Ft. Slade Wilson Kinktober entry 13: Interruption Warnings: Extremely dubious consent/non-con | implied/mentions of violence | bondage | gags | exhibitionism, sorta | a darker portrayal of Jason Requested by: Anonymous

“Oh, you poor baby. Does it hurt?” The eerily modulated voice of The Arkham Knight jeers at you from above. You’re not exactly sure what he’s referring to, but the answer is yes. Your very bones ache to their core after hours of use. Your wrists are cut from their metal bindings, knees scuffed from the hard floor. Your jaw stings from having your lips locked around a ring gang for such a long time, and you were beginning to fear he was right; your tight little cunt would never be the same again. Everything hurt.

Even as he teasingly slaps his cock between your slit, what should only sting a little, burns. “I asked you a question.”

To emphasise his impatience, he smacks a gloved hand on your already beaten ass, laughing that infuriating fucking laugh when you cry out in pain.

“Uhhh.” Your sob is distorted by the O-shaped piece of metal lodged between your teeth. “Yuush e hopts.”

“Awh.” He continues to mock as he slowly pushes his length inside your used up walls. The pace is not a kindness, you know he wants to feel every inch of it splitting tender walls. As he presses deeper inside, the cum from his previous exploits leaks out of your gaping hole. The wet sound of it escaping and dripping to the floor is absolutely vulgar. Once he bottoms out, he leans over your arched back, ensuring his tip sits snug against your cervix and getting close to your face. “I don’t care.”

The worst part is that once he starts driving into your raw and worked up pussy, ruthlessly snapping his hips at an animalistic speed; the pain is worth it. Just for that modicum of bittersweet pleasure. Even his foul-mouthed compliments and derogatory insults make your eyes roll back, and so he cracks wise at you all the more.

“God you’re pathetic.” He spits in response to your quiet sobs. He likes this angle because he knows he’s hitting that inner sweet spot that makes you crazy with every thrust. “Look at you, fucking loving it. You don’t know even know who I am. Do you?”

You’re shaking your head, scuffing your own cheek on the concrete floor when the door suddenly swings open and slams closed, a tall figure carrying a thick folder entering in between. The Knight doesn’t let up his unrelenting attack on your cunt, not even as the solider stops beside your rutting bodies, depositing the file on The Knights desk.

Up close you recognise him, specifically the two-done armour, and his singular, jarring eye. Deathstroke.

“When you hired me, I came on as a mercenary, not an errand boy.” He states bitterly. You can’t get a good look at him from your spot on the floor, but he seems to be watching your captor. It occurs to you that most would be attempting to cover their modesty about now, but The Knight isn’t done with you, so you remain still, enjoying the euphoric drag of his cock.

“Ohh, sorry, old man. Am I running you ragged?” The Knight replies, voice raspy from exertion but still acrid. Even more sour than it is with you, which you earnestly hadn’t thought possible.

“Not likely.” The merc deadpans. If you had the energy, you might have jumped when his masked head swiftly tilts to meet your eye.

He considers you for a moment before lifting his boot and lightly placing it on your shoulder. You don’t fight, The Knight has long since fucked that out of you. But for the first time since you’d been brought here, you wonder how you must look. Bruised and broken, face planted in a puddle of your own drool. How small and worthless you must seem.

With his foot, Deathstroke shakes your form, only briefly, grunting when you don’t respond and turning back to The Arkham Knight.

“You should take better care of your toys.” He says, chiding him like a father would a child. The Knight doesn’t take too kindly to his tone.

“Fuck off old timer, don’t tell me how to run my shit.” You howl in a twisted mix of relief and anguish as The Knight pulls out of you to get in Deathstroke face. “I got her just how I want her.”

“Is that right?” The older man snickers, his one eye falling back to you, it takes you a moment to register that his proceeding question is directed at you. “Far be it from us to have an opinion, huh girl?”

If or how you should respond is redundant, before you can muster any sound The Knight jams his finger in Deathstroke’s chest. “Do I pay you to have opinions? No, I pay you to do a fucking job. N- “

He cuts himself off mid-sentence, also looking over at you before the two masked men turn to face each other in tandem.

“Oh, I get it. You’re sniffing around because you want a piece.” Deathstroke scoffs in reply but doesn’t deny the accusation. Resolutely unbothered by The Knight’s impeachment of personal space.

Like a carrot on a stick, The Arkham Knight reaches down to you, grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and hauling you upright so that Deathstroke can get a better look at your naked body, cuts and bruises and all.

“Well get me some goddamn results, an’ I might let you take a turn.” You’re not sure how you feel about that, but you doubt your position on the matter will be considered. “But until then get the fuck outta my face.”

You will achieve great things, even though small steps.

Kinktober Masterlist

[erinwantstowrite]

I was wondering if in LOF peter already knows the team red (Wade Wilson and Matt Murdock) or are you planning to introduce them at some point because HEAR ME OUT—

Do you know how the bats hate the avengers and the avengers probably will hate the bats too? Because of all the universal custody battle and shit lmao WELL

This two would be the common enemy of the bats and the avengers LMAO

Dick: He is friends with a what—

Tony: a mercenary and a blind guy who runs around kicking asses at night 🙄🙄

Dick: I thought Spider-Man didn't kill. Why is he running around with the devil and some murderer in red spandex

Peter: Spider-Man doesn't, Deadpool does.

Dick: He has DEAD in his name??? Okay no—

Jason: I was dead once 😔☝🏻

i don't think they'll be included in LoF but!!! i do plan on this being canon. i aged them the same way i aged Peter so they keep their canonical age differences, and Peter won't meet them until he's an adult. the dynamic is my favorite to think about because Deadpool loves to mess with the other heroes. He straight up sends selfies of him and Peter to them (likely Peter just eating food in the background or doing smth dumb, and sometimes it's something incredibly dangerous) and will be like "stole Spidey 4 2day :3"

[bitter-hibiscus]

Characters I think you'll like based on your favorite Jason Todd characterization (from a JT stan)

"Struggling between his morals and his family, on a constant back-and-forth between being true to himself or having people who love him" -> Talia Al Ghul (especially pre-Damian)

"Hot-headed, brawns, angry but incredibly kind to children" + "Grew up in an abusive household and has to work on overcoming the trauma it brings" -> Guy Gardner/Green Lantern.3

"Child Prostitute Jason Todd" or "Struggles to find his place in his family and belives himself to be hard to love (gets proven wrong)" -> Mia Dearden/Speedy

"Good quips, mercenary-esque, uses humor to deflect his trauma, very passively suicidal" -> Cole Cash/Grifter

"Magical Jason Todd, selfish, very very depressed and struggling with loneliness + letting himself be open with people" -> John Constantine

"Crimelord with a heart of gold" -> Slade Wilson/Deathstroke

"Struggling to understand his morality and coming to terms with the fact he's hurt a lot of people and done really bad things" -> Hal Jordan/The Spectre ("oh but isn't Hal a green lanter-" GO READ THE SPECTRE 2001 NOW)

"guy with morals and kills people with guns and... cares?" -> Eddie Fyers

"DOESN'T kill, grew up in a physically abusive household, constantly undermined by others (especially Bruce)" -> Stephanie Brown/Spoiler/Batgirl

Other characters I think you'll like but couldn't tell you why:

Beatriz da Costa/Fire

Yara Flor

Barbara Gordon as Oracle PRE-NEW 52 (especially in BOP)

P.S: Don't be a dick to Jason fans in the tags/comments. This post is to get people into the greater DC canon and not to bash the character or his fanbase. Be nice to each other.

[autisticrosewilson]

What do the other Wilson family members think of Jason?

I assume you're talking about in the context of him being shipped with one of them, I've shipped him with all of them at least once so I'll go down the list! Tell me if you want specifics on a particular ship or au though.

Suggestive content ahead, the Wilson's aren't exactly known for being normal sex havers

If he's dating Slade:

Grant (if he's alive) - Frothing at the mouth mad. He thought Slade was homophobic this whole time. Particularly upset it's Graysons brother. Sidenote: I don't see Slade fighting the Titans without Grant's death as a factor, so Dick would be Grant's nemesis.

Joey (if he's alive) - dating his ex boyfriends brother should be illegal. He used to babysit that little gremlin. Calling his mom to complain. Shaking crying throwing up. Keeps trying to get Jason to find someone else, anyone else.

Rose - HER EX BOYFRIEND ARE YOU BEING REAL. Betrayal on all sides. She gets over it eventually but that doesn't mean she's happy about it. Her brothers - if they're alive - being horrified by it make her warm up to it. She's a menace first and a person second. She's working closely with Dick to break it up though.

Adeline (if she's alive) - Heard about it from Joey, disappointed but not surprised. Sneers at it being a college boy, but after learning more about Red Hood she's mildly interested. She's impressed that anyone would choose to put up with Slade, but as long as he STOPS FUCKING CALLING HER she'll let it be. Could be persuaded into a threesome far, FAR in the future after a couple years with Jason has made Slade more tolerable.

Billy - smug, he TOLD Slade it would be more than just sex but no one ever listens to him. Also extremely tired, part of Slade being more tolerable is that the jobs he's willing to take slim dramatically. He gets huffy about it but he's definitely lowkey salty they haven't asked him to join yet.

If he's dating Rose -

Slade - Canonically their biggest fan. Jason has barely started flirting back with Rose before Slade is acting like he's already Jason's father in law. 50/50 on whether he's genuine or doing it to fuck with people. Shows his approval by challenging Jason to armed combat routinely and inviting him on jobs. Keeps asking when he's getting grandkids.

Grant - over protective but pretends he's not. GRAYSONS LITTLE BROTHER?!? Abhorrent. Is reluctantly bribed by Jason's cooking. Only starts warming up to Jason when he realizes that Jason is like, made of house husband stay at home dad material. Like an hour into a house call informed him that Jason is so hopelessly in love with Rose it's almost pathetic.

Joey - FUCKING FINALLY!! He's been here since day one, plotting, scheming. Carefully manufactured scenarios for them to spend more time together. Best man at the wedding, he wrestled Grant on the ground for it. Video called Dick with TEARS IN HIS EYES to tell him the news.

Billy - Normal father in law. Takes Jason on fishing and hunting trips. Reconnected with Alfred at the wedding and they're both ecstatic. You'd think it would be Slade who'd be gunning for the number one grandpa title and you'd be wrong, Billy is clawing his way to the top of that list.

Addie - Who? What? Oh. Fine. Reluctantly showed up to the wedding. Admittedly charmed by their dynamic. Mildly jealous at the sight of a non failing marriage but she's got enough self awareness not to be upset over it. Leaves the best gift by far, and she does end up trading recipes with Alfred by the end of the night.

If he's dating Grant:

Slade - Not exactly mad, but he is annoyed. He rolls his eyes but looks away when Red X is chasing the second Robin around Gotham, but he draws the LINE at his son giving up mercenary work to be Red Hood's lieutenant. Especially because it looks,,, serious, and serious means he'll be related to the bat sooner rather than later. 98% sure they're doing it to upset him specifically (he's wrong it's only like 25% for that)

Joey - In counter to Dick and Rose, he's actually pretty supportive. He thinks it's cute and he's glad that Grant has a good influence, but he'll be near the front of the line if Grant fucks it up. He's not as supportive about the pining stage they go through, mostly because he's the first person Grant laments to.

Rose - her bestie dating her BROTHER. Disgusted, betrayed, plotting their downfall. Absolutely thinks Jason can do better. She comes around to it faster than Dick only when she's entirely sure she can't do anything about it. Still bullies them both though.

Addie - Well. There are worse options. The real bonus here is her newfound connection with Talia. World's most controlling mother in law, loves Jason like one of her own sons though. Unfortunately that means he gets treated just like her other sons... Quality of the treatment is debatable.

If he's dating Joey -

Slade - Definitely the most upset in this scenario. That's undeniably his favorite kid and Jason... isn't the kind of person he thinks is good enough. Not that he thinks anyone would be. He doesn't go out of his way to drive Jason away per se, but he does put him through the most vigorous "tests". Begrudgingly respects Jason for passing most of them with flying colors.

Addie - Mother hen in law. Planning the wedding since day ONE. What's the equivalent of like, a sister in law but for the mom's of the spouses? Is that a thing? Regardless, she gets very close with Talia very quickly. Bruce Wayne's third biggest hater, she makes his life HELL.

Rose - Better than Grant. Still not happy, but she accepts it more easily. Maid of honor but she swears up and down they're cringe and she hates it. Complains to Dick about it but they're both secretly fond.

Billy - Never booking a hotel without soundproof walls with them again.

[crim-bat]

More thoughts on giving Jason Todd a more well defined niche, less populated

Thinking more about the issue where jason todd doesn't really have a defined niche and i think that if he's not going to be a crime lord (which with DC wanting him to be working with his family, I don't see happening) then interestingly there is another character's niche he could probably steal.

I think that there's two really good options for Jason if they wanted him to have a more defined spot without rubbing up against someone else he's friends or family with like roy harper or fellow members of the batfam.

Jason gets into paranormal nonsense. All those times Jason escaped death by disappearing off screen he actually died (thanks to @fantastic-nonsense for bouncing ideas off with me on this). That time at the end of his original return story? Actually died, walked it off. End of Battle for the Cowl where he fell off a train? Died. Walked it off. Only instead of going full deadpool, he's in the middle ground between life and death, constantly being brought back to life and using that to investigate the paranormal. Essentially, Jason becomes a dark souls PC. When he's going through some shit, he occasionally goes "Dear Reader" like he's in a Jane Austin novel.

Jason Todd kicks Slade "Death Pedo" Wilson off of his perch as noble mercenary and him and Rose Wilson start up a business together. Basically A Team shit. Slade doesn't deserve to be the cool boba fett of the universe. He lost that privilege in the Judas Contract with what he did with Tera. This option is kind of hypocritical but I'm also not in the line of business where I care about Slade Wilson given that whole thing in said Judas Contract Story

Anyways just some general thoughts. We can more fully invest in the absurdity of Jason's second origin or we can go more into him being the action hero guy of the bat family.

[lazycats-stuff]

Hello, do you accept orders? If so, you could make a dick grayson x male reader, where the reader is a mercenary son of deathstroke and they are a couple, but the bat family doesn't know about their relationship (for obvious reasons) and that during a fight with the family of bats the reader is hurt and that Dick cares so much about him, that he doesn't mind going to help his boyfriend and that the others find out about their relationship, and well that in the end there are tender scenes between dick and the reader. I'm sorry if it's an inconvenience.

This is adorable. I want someone like Dick Grayson in my life.

Summary: Dick and (Y/N) are together, however, one is a good guy and one is a bad guy. Their families find out.

Warnings: mentions of a fight, Dick being a sweetheart, secret relationships, Deathstroke and Batman being protective fathers

Dick went on patrol, separating himself from his family. He had a meeting with his boyfriend, (Y/N). Why was the boyfriend secret? Because his boyfriend was son of Slade Wilson, aka Deathstroke. They have started out as rivals, fighting whenever they saw one another.

But one time, they saved each other and their friendship started there. Dick didn't tell (Y/N) his name at the time, but they talked a lot about their fathers. Sometimes it was about how annoying they were and sometimes how protective they can be.

Yes, Slade Wilson is a protective father too.

Overtime, it grew into something new, something that, at the time, scared Dick and (Y/N). But a fight secured their feelings for one another and they started their relationship. It was the best that has happened to Dick.

But there was a problem. They had to keep it a secret. They knew each others identities, but their families are enemies and if they found out they would have separated them.

Dick jumped on the roof, smiling at the sight of his boyfriend. (Y/N) smiled too, walking up to Dick. They wrapped arms around each other and kissed.

If Bruce and Slade were to see this, both of them would have had heart attacks.

They stayed close to one another, just basking in their proximity.

" Hey Dick. " (Y/N) said, smiling at his boyfriend, moving his hand to cup Dick's face.

" Hey (Y/N). How are you? " Dick asked, kissing him once more.

" Whenever I see you, I'm always better. " (Y/N) said smirking, moving away a bit.

" I could say the exact same thing. " Dick said, watching his boyfriend.

" What's wrong (Y/N)? " He asked him, taking (Y/N)'s hands into his own.

" I think my father is planning something against yours. I don't know for sure, but there is a plan that involves Batman. " (Y/N) revealed to Dick, squeezing his hands.

" Well, whatever it is, we are going to be fine. " Dick reassured, this not being the first time they had to fight with their families. It wasn't easy, but they knew that they had to keep up the façade.

" I know, but I have a very bad feeling about it. I just wanted to warn you. " (Y/N) said, giving Dick a kiss on his cheek. " I have get going, he will be suspicious if I don't get home. "

Dick nodded, giving (Y/N) a last kiss on the lips before they went their separate ways.

(Y/N) was right about a plan involving Batman. Deathstroke tried to get him to be alone, but the rest of the family was there too. Batman and Deathstroke had started talking, but they were going to fight.

Dick glanced at (Y/N) who was standing behind his father. He couldn't see (Y/N)'s face due to the helmet, but he knew that (Y/N) was looking at him too.

He could only hope, that Batman and Deathstroke won't fight. But hope always dies last. Dick knew it's stupid to hope for that, but for both his and (Y/N)'s sake.

Once Batman and Deathstroke jumped into action, so did everyone else. Dick didn't want to fight (Y/N), he couldn't fight him. It was too painful.

Damian and Jason went after (Y/N) and Dick, Tim and Bruce went after Deathstroke. While fighting, Dick kept an eye on (Y/N). Damian was good and Jason was good too. It wasn't easy to go against Damian or Jason, especially if it's 2 vs 1.

And Dick was proud of (Y/N) from handling it like a champ. One of the reasons why Dick loved him was the fact that (Y/N) could handle it. He could keep up with them and not everyone could.

The fight was going on forever. They have switched from time to time, but Dick never got into a direct fight with (Y/N). He would hold back and his family would notice it and be suspicious.

Dick tried to get to Deathstroke to end the fight, but a scream made him turn his head. It was (Y/N), on the ground and Dick swore he saw blood.

He abandoned the fight with Deathstroke and ran over to (Y/N). He knelt next to his head, saying his name. Damian and Jason stopped in their tracks.

Jason's loud what stopped the fight. Batman and Deathstroke turned their head from the fight they were having. They looked at their first sons. Why was Dick kneeling down next to (Y/N), gently holding his face? And why was (Y/N) reciprocating?

" Hey, where were you hit? " Dick asked softly, ignoring everyone around them. He saw it immediately. It even broke the side of the helmet.

" Can I take it off to see it better? " Dick asked for his permission. (Y/N) mumbled out a yes and Dick gently took off the mask smiling at the sight of (Y/N)'s face.

" Why are you smiling Dick? " (Y/N) asked Dick, raising his hand up to cup his face. It was a habit of his to cup Dick's face.

" Because I love you. "

(Y/N)'s heart melted at the way he said it, just so easily. But then his heart sank. Their families were here. They know...

" Dick... They know. " (Y/N) whispered, worried out of his mind.

" I know. " Dick answered, giving him a kiss to soothe his anxiety.

" Since when is this going on? " Batman asked, his gruff voice cutting through the silence.

" It's going to be a year soon. " Dick answered for them both.

" And how did it happen? " Deathstroke asked the two, watching as Dick helped (Y/N) sit up.

" A series of fight between us and other villains. " (Y/N) answered this one. He leaned his head onto Dick's side and Dick wrapped his arm around him.

Nobody really said anything and Dick and (Y/N) were waiting for their fathers are going to say about this. If they separate them, well, they will still find a way to see one another.

" (Y/N), do you love my son? " Batman asked, using his Bat glare to look at (Y/N).

" I do. I love him more than anything. " (Y/N) said, Grasping Dick's hand.

" And you Nightwing? Do you love my son? " Deathstroke asked Dick, grasping the hilt of his blade. Batman eyes Deathstroke's hands.

" I do. I don't think I could live with out him. " Dick confessed. The brothers were silently watching.

" Okay, I have something to say for the rest of the birds here. " Jason started, clapping his hands. " (Y/N), hurt our brother and I can promise you, you will be begging us to kill you. " Jason finished, making the other brothers nod their heads.

" Same goes for you Nightwing. " Deathstroke said, glaring at the him with his good eye. " Hurt my son, I will make sure to send you to pieces to Batman. "

Batman turned his head, glaring at him. He could understand the protectiveness, (Y/N) being the only son, but that is crossing a line.

" Well, point taken and I think I speak for both myself and (Y/N). " Dick started, helping (Y/N) up. " If you need to talk to us, I'm taking him to my apartment. I need to check out his injury.

He glanced at Jason, who just shrugged his shoulders.

" Come on. " Dick encouraged (Y/N), moving his boyfriend to the exit.

" Are you okay now? " Dick asked, watching his boyfriend as he was laying down in his bed. They have been at each others places, but only for a small amount of time, never overnight.

" Yes, can I get some water? I'm thirsty. " (Y/N) asked his boyfriend, touching his bandage wrapped around his head.

" I can, don't touch them. " Dick warned him about bandages. He went to the kitchen, getting a water from the fridge. He sat down on the edge of the bed, making sure that (Y/N) has drank enough water.

" Are you sure you are okay? You have been quiet. " Dick asked, taking (Y/N)'s hand.

" I am okay, it's just weird for our families to know, I guess? " (Y/N) explained to Dick, caressing Dick's hand with his thumb.

" I know, I understand it. " Dick said, giving (Y/N)'s hand a kiss. " Do you need anything else? "

" Not really, just you here next to me. It's our first sleepover together." (Y/N) said, moving so that Dick could lay down next to him.

" It is. " Dick realized, moving to lay down next to his boyfriend.

" I'm just glad that we don't have to hide anymore. " (Y/N) said, kissing Dick on the lips. If it weren't for the fact that (Y/N) was injured, Dick would deepen it.

" We will continue this make out session later, your head needs to heal. " Dick said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

" And you need rest. I know you need it, so lets go to sleep. "

[livingtobethevillain]

I love BAMF Dick grayson sm

Especially when the concept is paired with him initially being underestimated.

Ooo or like on top of that I love shipping him with obviously dangeous/intimidating people. My favorite pairings for this is Slade Wilson or Jason Todd (or both idk)

Just like-people underestimating Dick and Dick is fine with it most times because really he's very secure in his skill set and abilities and he doesn't need anyone's validation in order for him to acknowledge that he's completely capable in his own right.

But anyways. Dicks underestimated and on top of that is known to be in a relationship with the literal ruthless mercenary Deathstroke and/or merciless crime lord Red hood. And compared to them he just doesn't seem all too intimidating. But then one thing or another happens and everyone becomes violently aware that Dick has been in the vigilante game for a damn long time. And if you think about it. He would not have mother fucking deathstroke and/or the red hood wrapped around his finger if he wasn't scarily competent.

[green-eyedfirework]

His baby was perfect.  His pup—his daughter, his perfect little daughter with her tiny little nose and her tiny little fingers and her adorable sleepy scowl as she finally decided to drift off, full and sated.

"Mari," Dick whispered, and his daughter waved her tiny little fist.

Dick was full of so much love he felt like he could burst.  He hadn't made a single huff of irritation at Bruce's hovering, or Jason's alpha protectiveness, or Damian asking him if he was okay every five seconds.  He was floating on bliss with the sight of his daughter's adorable little face.  That, and a whole lot of painkillers.

He was effused with so much joy, in fact, that he felt like being magnanimous to that long-present niggling annoyance that was constantly drifting at the edge of his senses.  Dick waved at the nearest person in the room—Damian, eyeing baby Mari with the same expression he wore for his wildlife rescues.  "You can go and call the idiot in."

Damian blinked at him.  "Which idiot?" he asked, which was a sound clarifying question, several people had made fools of themselves during Dick's pregnancy.

"Slade."

Damian's hackles instantly rose and the baby alpha bared his teeth.  "Wilson is here?" he growled, and Tim blearily rose his head from where he was taking a nap on the armchair.  "Where is he?  When did he get here?"

Dick blinked at him.  "Slade hasn't been more than a mile from me for the last month."  Dick had done his best to ignore the flickers of the alpha that he caught out of the corner of his eye, which was made all the easier by Slade not actually approaching him.  Their last argument had gotten quite heated.

But Dick was in mellow enough a mood and bursting with enough happiness that he wanted to share it.  He wanted Slade to see his daughter, wanted the alpha to hold the pup, his pup, their pup.

"How do I even find him?" Damian asked, clipped, his expression mired with distaste.

Dick waved him off, "Just stand on the roof or something, he shouldn't be that hard to spot."  Damian's distaste grew more pronounced but he stomped off nonetheless.

Dick turned his attention back to Mari and caught a little fist in one hand, pressing a feather-light kiss to the tiny fingers.  "I love you more than there are stars in the sky," he whispered to her in his mother tongue, "my little one."

His baby.  His pup.  His daughter.

There was a shift of motion, a prickle down Dick's neck, and he raised his gaze to the window right as it slid open.  The world's deadliest mercenary slipped inside.

Dick narrowed his eyes.  "Armor off," he demanded.  "You're not holding her with all of that on."

Slade immediately began stripping.  Tim shot them both a wary glance before heading for the door and taking Damian with him, soon it was only the two of them left inside.  Slade was down to the undersuit in seconds, and he approached the bed like he was waiting for Dick to throw him out.

He finally got close enough to see her.  "What's her name?" Slade asked, voice slightly hoarse.

"Mari," Dick replied softly.

Slade studied her a little while longer.  Dick found himself holding his breath, waiting for Slade to say something.  Do something.  Some part of him still cried out alpha-mate-need-him but Dick had suppressed that part of him long ago.

"Can I?" Slade asked, and Dick leaned forward to hand over their daughter.

There was a warning on the tip of his tongue—support her head, be careful, be gentle—but Slade took Mari from him with practiced motions, and Dick swallowed his words as he remembered anew that this wasn't Slade's first child.  Mari stirred at the change in position but Slade rocked her easily and she quieted down.

In a slow, deliberate movement—as though he was waiting for Dick's protest, Slade scented her.  Claiming her as his own.

Dick didn't say a word.

[002yb]

More secretary au w/ dickjay + slade

It's not often that Dick is struck so utterly dumb. Blanking out isn't something someone like him can afford, yet there he is at Jason's apartment, absolutely baffled, because Slade Wilson answers the door with Damian balanced casually on his hip.

Dick's scowl is immediate. It prompts a low laugh from Slade, all smug amusement to provoke Dick's ire.

"Richard." Slade greets him. An acknowledgement. A taunt.

"Slade." Dick intones. Disdainful. Petulant.

For the life of him, Dick can't figure out what's happening. He's loathe to believe that this encounter is a coincidence. Either Deathstroke was contracted to harm Jason or the bastard is here to torment Dick. Hell, if this is another attempt to coerce Dick into working with him—

It might work.

With narrowed eyes, Dick turns his attention to Damian. Scrutinizing the tyke because Damian is suspiciously unbothered. While it means that Jason is okay, that there's no immediate danger, it's also a damning indication that Slade isn't a stranger here. He's been around long enough to earn this menacing child's tolerance and begrudging respect.

"You know each other?" Jason asks, shuffling close to Dick in the entry. Using him as a balance as he pulls on his boots. The joy Jason's casual touch and eagerness to get going gives him is severely undercut by the mercenary standing across from them. With Damian. And it occurs to him that Jason doesn't even know; not anymore.

Dick is almost tempted to throw his secrets to the wind. He'll expose what a menace to society Slade and he are if it keeps Jason and Damian safe.

"We're acquainted." Dick grumbles at the same time Slade cheekily says, "We're quiet close."

The scathing look Dick shoots Slade's way has the man smirking. Between catching Dick off guard, then messing with him - Dick is glad one of them is having a good day. It was supposed to be Dick's good day, damn it. He has a date.

Slade's words prompt Jason to startle, looking between the two of them with wide eyes and a slack jaw and no. Fuck no. Dick can see where Jason's thoughts start to wander and it has him turning on Slade with a nasty glower.

"I've been actively recruiting him for work." Slade explains, innocent as can be. A small truce that makes Dick all the more suspicious.

"Oh." Jason says, breathing a small sigh of relief. When he smiles, it's brilliant - sharp and wicked as he teases, "Keep at it, would you? He needs to get out of that pigpen."

"Been trying. Shame to see his talents wasted like that." Slade hums, bouncing Damian up on his hip. He looks at Jason with a small smirk and, to raise Dick's hackles, lightly jokes, "Sell him on me."

"Make him a worthwhile offer." Jason quips, coming to stand beside Slade to take Damian's little hand - pressing a kiss to it and snickering when Damian holds on to kiss his hand back.

"How about I make you part of the offer?" Slade taunts, gaze cutting over Jason's head to watch Dick—a wicked smile at the corner of his lips as Dick visibly bristles at the threat. "That might be a deal he can't refuse, hm?"

"Hah." Jason laughs, humorless, because, as always, Jason is oblivious to the fact Dick would never refuse him. Slade knows it, too. The mercenary knew it from the moment he opened Jason's door to find Dick standing at the doorstep. "You can't leverage me, old man."

Only Slade very much can. He will, too, depending on his mood.

The exchange puts Dick on edge. There's no way Nightwing and Deathstroke won't be having a fucking row over this later.

It's as Dick spirals that Jason throws him for a loop. Again. Because Jason starts going over house rules and expectations and schedules. Talking to Slade like the man will be looking after Damian while they're out, which—what?

"You're babysitting?" Dick asks, dumbfounded.

"It's in my contract." Slade says, looking none too pleased until Damian pats his eye patch. A begrudging, bitten back smile follows as Slade takes Damian's hand to hold and keep still, disconcertingly patient.

It's weird, but there's a familiarity that tells Dick that everything is fine. While Dick doesn't trust Deathstroke, Slade has a fondness for Jason and Damian. It leaves a bad taste in Dick's mouth if only because there's clearly history here that he's not privy to—that he wasn't a part of.

Maybe that's Slade's goal. To make Dick regret not joining him to have gotten to Jason sooner. The crafty bastard.

He laughs despite himself, caught up in the ridiculousness of it all. Slade and him will negotiate later. For now though, Dick glares daggers at the man as Jason drags him out the door.

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Just a silly jumble of words and thoughts. It's very rough, sorry! orz But yes, in secretary!AU, Slade is absolutely a fixture in Jason's life and Dick is lowkey high-key pissed about it lol.

Talia hired Slade as an instructor to teach Jason self-defense. Or to find out where his abilities are and to brush up on them.

This is less as a gift to Bruce and more as an assurance that Damian is protected and cared for. //3///

Can't shake the feeling that Slade and Jason fooled around.

No one will ever know if it's because Slade was genuinely charmed by Jason or if Slade was aware and playing a long con against Dick (or both)

Slade being something like an uncle to Damian. He's babysat in the past, though it was a one-off because Jason came back to see Slade teaching Damian how to handle knives or something equally as dangerous for a baby.

Cue Jason v Slade and Slade being wholly unprepared for Jason's paternal wrath. This man gets laid out flat so quick and oh, that's probably when the fooling around starts lbr

Omg also!! Slade purposefully answering the door despite Jason’s protests because it’s Slade’s intention to intimidate the guy taking Jason out hahaha. Then of course Dick answers the door and Slade’s mood goes from ornery to stupidly pleased lol.

[thejasonandsladeagenda]

Oh my god i forgot I sent this in

Jason with a broken foot and Slade carrying him around

Jason’s loyal steed lol

[envysparkler]

“Father,” Talia began conciliatorily, but Ra’s al Ghul was in no mood to be conciliated.

“No,” he said sharply, looming above her as she bowed her head in supplication.  His eyes flashed green, like jade in the sun, and surrounding the room were the silent sentinels of the Head’s personal guard.  “My decision is final.”

It was the heights of folly to argue with the Demon’s Head.  Talia gave it a try anyway.

“Please, Father,” she murmured.  “I beg your forbearance.  It was a child’s mistake, impulsive and accidental.  Please have mercy—”

“He murdered the best poisoner this side of the Iron Curtain,” Ra’s snapped, pacing around her, “by disemboweling him and then hanging him from his own guts.”  Talia winced, expression concealed by the fall of her hair.  “And you call this impulse?”

“The man tested poisons on children!” Talia protested.

“If I ended everyone who I had qualms with, I’d hardly have time for anything else,” Ra’s said, completing his circle and seating himself on the rough-hewn stone chair that served as a throne.  “I said no, and I meant it.”

“Please,” Talia begged again, “let me temper him, let me teach him—”

“He has murdered more than half his teachers.  Are you certain you’re willing to take that risk?”

Talia shoved upright in a rush of indignation.  “He isn’t killing indiscriminately!”  Ra’s raised an eyebrow and she flushed at being caught out.  “Father,” she said in a tone that was meant to be a reprimand and yet came out more a whine.

“No, daughter,” Ra’s said, stern and implacable.  “I allowed you your freedom when you brought the boy home, I allowed you your tests, your secrecy from the Bats.  I even allowed you the Lazarus Pit, when it was clear that little else would work.  But I refuse to let your wayward project rampage through every half-decent connection I have until no one at all will return my call or accept my reference.”

“You exaggerate, Father.”

“Slade Wilson turned down a contract without even glancing at it last month,” Ra’s said through gritted teeth.

Talia winced again.  In retrospect, perhaps Jason’s intimately graphic threat about ripping off Deathstroke’s balls at the first available opportunity hadn’t been all that…discreet.  However, it had mainly been the fault of whoever was idiotic enough to leave out that unfortunate picture of the mercenary pinning down Nightwing, and Talia had managed to calm Jason down with only one destroyed training room and a couple of minor casualties, and packed him off the very next day so he could rampage in peace.  She’d defy Ra’s to do any better.

“Father—”

“No.  I refuse to shelter him.  I refuse to send him away from training.  I want the boy gone, Talia.”

“So you will have me throw him out in the cold?” Talia hissed, stung, as she straightened to her feet.  “A child I have cared for and protected?  You will have me abandon him?”

Ra’s al Ghul, famed and feared Demon’s Head, rolled his eyes.

[sasheneskywalker]

sladick mature fic recs

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

storm thirst by cheju

A quiet confrontation on a stormy night.

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exactly what it looks like by cheju

Slade keeps going on so-called dates in Dick’s city. Uh huh, sure, he’s going on “dates” with assassins and spies. Not on Dick’s watch, he isn’t.

Five times Dick stops Slade from getting laid. One time he doesn’t.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Now, years later, Deathstroke has planted bombs throughout the city on a job with a ticking clock - they need to know the locations, but Slade isn't talking.

Between the Saids and Unsaids by withthekeyisking

It's been years since Dick Grayson was forced into acting as Slade Wilson's apprentice. Years since he was manipulated, abused, used, and he never told anyone the details.

Dick knows he'll talk to him. He owes him, after all that he did.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson

And now he's bound and drugged kneeling in front of the man, being presented as a gift.

Shifting Grounds by withthekeyisking

The last time Dick saw Deathstroke the Terminator, the mercenary was trying to kill him and his friends.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

He didn't count on spotting Grayson the instant he arrives on site.

Familiar Plays by withthekeyisking

Being hired to hunt down a mole for the latest mafia boss is easy money, in Slade's opinion. Interrogate a few people, track down some leads, hand over the idiot once he finds them to surely be tortured for information.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Swimming in a Sea of Expectations by withthekeyisking

Dick looks down at his blood-covered gloves and has no idea what to do now.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Give Me a Break by Skalidra

Slade's a pretty common fixture in Dick's life, so it's not really a surprise when he hunts down the warehouse of a gang he's tracking and finds that Slade's been hired to protect it for the night. He's also definitely not about to back down just because of that, so he goes in anyway. He's not expecting to beat Slade, but he's not expecting the consequences of trying either, and even though Slade isn't a fan of torture, he'll do a lot as long as he's paid for it.

Not a problem, right?

Strokes of Luck by firefright, Skalidra

When Dick's ship breaks apart in a storm, sending most of his crew to their deaths and stranding him on — of all places — Tortuga, all he really wants is to find a ship headed back to Gotham. Lucky for him, there is one. The Deathstroke, headed by the infamous Captain Slade Wilson, as notoriously ruthless and deadly a pirate as Dick's ever heard of. All he has to do is make the journey without Slade ever finding out he's a Navy officer.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Slade turns his head, clearing the blind spot of his missing eye to find the source of that irritating, all too familiar voice. Black hair, brilliant blue eyes, with the finest, tailored doublet in rich blue and black laced close to his chest. Lean, handsome to an unnaturally perfect degree, and with enough power in his bones to kill anyone in this room, except for him.

Different Schools of Thought by firefright, Skalidra

"What did you do to your hair?"

Probably.

It'd be a hell of a fight.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

He didn’t realize, then, how that meeting would end up changing the rest of his life.

the road less traveled by wingdingery

When Deathstroke’s attack catches the Teen Titans off-guard, Dick finds himself getting help from an unexpected source: Deathstroke’s ex-husband, Slade Wilson.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Adeline Kane Wilson

He does not see it coming, when one of the henchmen in this drug operation turns out to be on some Venom knock-off.

Black Gold Blues by wednesday

The gut punch is what gets him. Dick knows all the ways to tense and relax correctly to take any kind of hit with the least damage to himself, but that only works when he’s prepared, when he sees the hit coming.

Dick gets captured. Then things get worse.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

pressure points by wednesday

“It’s done, nothing for you to do here. Let's go,” Deathstroke says two steps behind him. Like he—like he expects Dick to just go with him. Like he thinks it’s possible to ignore the slaughterhouse right in front of them. Like Dick doesn’t feel the sinking weight of devastation pressing him down, breaking him into pieces.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Running On Empty by Sandrine Shaw (Sandrine)

"Don't even think about it," Slade said without turning his attention away from the road. "I'm not allowed to drug you, but that doesn't mean I won't knock you out again if you don't behave."

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Trespassing by Sandrine Shaw (Sandrine)

Slade deals with a security breach in his Gotham safehouse.

“I didn’t get kidnapped because I’m not a kid,” he said, like that’s what they should be worrying about right now, “I got abducted. You got kidnapped.”

Two Birds, One Stone by Nightwang

“You got kidnapped by Deathstroke?!” Jason asked, incredulous, if rather redundantly. Dick rolled his eyes like Jason was the biggest idiot in the room which- totally wasn’t fair.

For the SladeRobin Weekend prompt Abduction/Kidnapping.

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

Deathstroke, in full armour barring his helmet, had Dick, naked as the day he was born, pinned to a bed.

Yeah, he love me (but he fucks me like he hates my guts) by Naphorism

Jason lurched to his feet, stomach lurching right along with him, and stumbled around the monitor until he could watch the footage displayed on the Batcomputer’s main screen. His heart practically stopped once his brain understood what his eyes were seeing.

M | Rape/Non-Con | Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne

“My terrifying competence,” Slade deadpans. Glaring, he adds, “And my astonishing kill count.”

Inside the Mirror by Naphorism

“Talk about pretty,” Dick comments, still stroking the arch of Slade’s brow. “You call me pretty all the time, but look at you. I’d almost call you cute. How was anyone scared of you?”

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

M | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Playing with Uranium by BlameTheMachines

Slade invites Dick into his study for a friendly chat about Rose’s training. It goes poorly.

Dick fought the frown from surfacing. "Stop being an asshole."

Daphne Blue by Alicegivesgifts (Alicelikesgravity)

"Why indeed? I can't seem to remember," Slade made a show of examining the watch on his wrist. "Might have something to do with you being late."

Slade's lips curled upwards in mirth. "Sit down, little bird."

And ignoring every bone in his screaming body, Dick sat down.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson

M | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

I've Got No Shame, Got No Pride (Only Skeletons to Hide) by orphan_account

Jason's not as put out as he wants to appear by having to share a bed with Dick. Slade's very much put out by Jason sharing a bed with Dick. They cope.