#only does half the dishes if somebody doesn’t grab them for him (bc he does them after i’ve collected half of them)

[saltinesinsoup]

google tell me how can i get my coworker fired or perhaps just kill him

[eruditecupid]

i love the trope of accidentally moving in together. like whoops the villain of the week has torched my place of residence looks like i’m shacking up with you for the time being. 

and i love thinking about it with my favorite two doofuses.

like, mr freeze has set off a localized ice storm and it just so happens to have buried dick’s apartment in several feet of snow and he is so not dealing with that on two hours of sleep.

so he winds up in jason’s humble abode (well, one of his many safehouses. same thing) and jason’s like jfc dick maybe you shouldn’t have left your window open but dick’s brought food from his favorite thai place so he may as well wait until tomorrow to kick him out.

fast forward to a few weeks later and somehow there’s closet space for both nightwing’s uniforms and his dazzlingly multi-print shirts and three types of crocky crunch cereal boxes in the cupboard.

somehow jay’s doing laundry for two and the both of them spend late late after dinner time on kitchen duty; jason washes the dishes and dick wipes them dry with a fuzzy hell’s kitchen themed tea towel (bc jason loves that show). 

dick sings pop songs in the shower like a dork and jason mockingly joins in but somehow it becomes always becomes a competitive duet that only ends when either the old lady downstairs starts knocking on the celing with a broom or the teenagers next door start clapping. or vice versa. it depends on the song choice and their performance that day.  

suddenly jay’s hair smells like dick’s carefully selected coconut & hibiscus brand of shampoo.

jason picks up an identical electric toothbrush (in blue) for dick since dick keeps losing his charger and this way they can just share his. 

dick stops by with fresh produce and strawberries from the farmer’s market since he knows jay loves both fresh fruit and loves supporting growers.

it is not a full day in this household if SOMEBODY isn’t tackled for the remote.

some days it’s a playful tussle and some mandatory noogie-ing from dick’s end. most days it devolves into a full blown wrestling match with the broken furniture to show for it.

dick throwing on jay’s shirts and sweats because they’re comfy and why not. 

jason being a bit stymied about this development at first but he’s too caffeine deprived at the time for much introspection and he doesn’t bother taking the time to examine the feeling later on. 

dick walking in on jason and gladys (the nice old lady downstairs) having an actual tea party (he was wondering if jason ever used that tea set of if it was just there for the aesthetic).

jason glare promises many painful things if dick decides to comment but dick pays no mind and cheerfully plops down, greeting gladys and grabbing one of the snickerdoodles she’s brought while simultaneously holding a teacup for jason to pour into.

jason does so grudgingly and their tea is surprisingly nice up until jason walks gladys out and down to her apartment where she compliments him on having netted a nice young man and jason turns like 12 different shades of red.

dick hanging up posters of big tops in their shared space and an elephant throw on the back of the couch.

leaving a poster of a circus top hat up for half a day before he realized there was a clown in the corner and it promptly found it’s way into the nearest waist basin. 

BOTH of them in the supermarket arguing over what type of dish soap to use bc dick picked up the first one he saw and jason’s like whAT this is clearly an inferior product and is TWICE as much as generic. we’re not all made of money, rich boy. 

and dick’s just like ‘will it wash our dishes? yes i think so. geez, get over it. you’d think we were buying a gift for the queen or something.” 

a lady in the supermarket patting jason on the shoulder sympathetically and tells him her husband is the same way.

their place becoming infested with roaches and for some reason they don’t move but actually stick through the process of picking out the right insecticide and weighing the advantages of non-toxic vs toxic, and  wondering whether non-toxic  would even be effective in making a dent in the roach invasion. 

and jason is severely wigged out by the roaches and so dick wakes up more than once to a shrill scream (manly yell, jason will tell you) and springs to action, escrima at the ready, only to find a jason with a huge boot in hand and a somewhat murderous glint in his eye. 

look i could go on and on about accidental domesticity but long story short these goobers are living in domestic bliss and are OBLIVIOUS.

and it’s not until they wind up kissing in the bed they’ve both been sleeping in for weeks or months or something (bc it’s just silly to have dick throwing his back out on the sad excuse for a couch) that they have a lightbulb moment.