[ It's an easy jab, but hey it's impossible to pass up as he smirked over at Jason for a few moments before he gave a little press of his lips at that next question.]
You mentioned it a few times last night.
I just wanted to say that I...should have treated you better. Reach out more. Danced with you at one.
[He gave his boyfriend a tired smile, wrapping his towel around his waist before he was moving over to the closed toilet. He hissed a little when he sat down, the burns that seemed to trace the outline of his armor against his skin shifting uncomfortably.]
I don't blame you. Not even a little. But I also knew how bad it looked wasn't nearly as bad as it actually was. So, shower first. Now you can fuss all you like. But first, can I have a kiss?
[For being one of the most feared crime bosses in Gotham, Jason could pull off a fair decent set of puppy dog eyes.]
[He says with a sweet smile and bends down to kiss Jason, firmly and thoroughly.]
Now, you drink this while I get to work.
[A cup of hot tea is passed to Jason as Ed kneels down in front of him and starts to fuss and take care of the wounds, his hands working methodically yet gently.]
[It had been less that Dick had sounded more coherent than he'd actually been, and more that Jason had let himself actually hear the words. Because there was an honesty that came with an addled state, be that drunkenness or concussion. And Dick had looked up at him with those fucking stupidly pretty blue eyes and he'd touched his face and...
The bagel was ash in his mouth and Jason frowned as he wrapped it back up in it's fancy parchment paper.]
Don't worry 'bout it. Just glad you're okay. Try to eat that. If you're gunna puke, do it somewhere easy to clean up. I've got some shit to do, so just... Lock up when you feel better, alright?
[He was lying. He'd fully intended on coming back, eating breakfast, and then trying to get Dick back into bed to sleep for a few more hours. But if Dick was going to regret the words from last night, Jason didn't want to be here when he remembered them.
There was always something to do in the Bowery.]
If you need anything, give me a call. Try to get some more sleep.
sorry this took so long! work is so busy this week
[ Dick still feels like he's way too slow, mentally and physically, frustratingly so. Technically it's probably a very slight difference from his baseline, but for someone like him, used to pushing himself so hard, to strive for the absolute limits of what he can tangibly achieve, even a marginal hindrance is a big deal. Worse, he knows that if he pushes it right now he'd be a mess, and at least he doesn't have an immediate incentive to try to put the suit back on, to get back out there, but getting through to Jason, not letting this moment go? That feels as important as anything could be.
He's aware that he's missed moments before. Too many. Times when he should have reached out and couldn't, because he felt guilty. Because he thought that he'd just be angrily slapped away. Because he was angry, too emotional to see things clearly when he really should have been the one capable of a rational view. ]
Jay, wait— [ He reaches, instinctively, for Jason's arm, or his hand, whatever happens to be close enough. ] Please.
[ He couldn't physically stop Jason from leaving even if he wanted to. It's not like that, he's not making demands. He's asking. ]
Trust me, Doc. I'm doing this all proper like -because- it's you. Otherwise it would have literally been 'Scoop out half, throw in a scoop of flour and roughly the same amount of warm water, then stir'. Pretty sure your science degrees would have strangled me during my next session.
But yeah, last step is to add about 50g of -warm- water. Not hot. Don't kill my yeast. Stir it up, recap it loosely and I'll bring you a loaf of bread with my next session.
You know what, Hood. I am not going to argue that. You get a point for the thought.
Understood, warm, not hot. I'm taking care of it, and sure. I won't say no to bread.
It always worked when I was younger, I would bet it would work here too. I have some I can trade you for the bread if you are low when you return. I was being hyperbolic when I said I don't cook. It is simply not much. Bay leaves are useful in soups.
[ The man will live on pizza rolls and spaghetti O's if allowed but having smoked half his life his sense of taste is kinda wrecked. ]
[He'd be mad at himself later for the wave of reassurance that came from seeing Bruce's name light up on his screen. He answered halfway through the first ring, pressing it to his ear and, for just a moment, he let himself feel relieved at the sound of Bruce's voice.]
Y-yeah. I'm not going anywhere. I'm...
[There was a rumbling sound in the background of the call and Jason made a sound that he'd be embarrassed about later.]
Fuck... dad, please...
switching to prose, hope that's ok! easier for my to write it
The sound of Jason's voice, distressed and whispering the one word Bruce was positive he'd never say if he wasn't scared out of his mind, had Bruce clawing at the wheel of the Batmobile as he nearly mowed down anyone and anything in his way. The streets were crowded, but he was going to get there in time. He wasn't going to let Jason die again.
"I'm coming," he said, voice low and as warm as he could manage. The emotion in him was undeniable, the clench in his throat when he swallowed. "Just stay with me, Jason."
[The reassurance earned her a tired smirk and he shook his head as he made his way to the bathroom.]
I listen to everything. And I don't think I need anything more than burn cream and a few bandages? We'll see after I scrub the worst of this off. I won't be long.
[He was true to his word, leaving the door open as he carefully peeled off his armor and stepped into the shower. It hurt, but as the grim came away, he started to be able to tell the difference between his own blood and the blood that he was caked in. By the time he was done, his skin was pink and clean, a line of burns that seemed to trace the outline of his armor amid all the rest of his various scars.
He had half a mind to wrap himself fully in another towel to spare her from the ragged line of the Y-incision that bisected his torso, but he didn't want to ruin another towel. She'd survive and if it really made her uncomfortable, then she could decide which towel to ruin. He wrapped his one towel firmly around his waist, then gingerly made his way back out into the main room.]
If you need more just holler. I've got just about everything legal you'd find in the trauma section of a well stocked ambulance and a few things you won't find. And don't worry about the towels.
[She looked up from the laptop, her rapid typing not even slowing slightly as she blinked, cocking her head to one side.] That looks like an autopsy scar? [Her tone was part curious and part satisfied as if she'd had something confirmed] You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.
Mmm, I haven't gotten my hands on you all week, baby. I ain't gunna promise shit, but for you I'll at least try.
[His grin was openly flirty and he gave a playful little wink at the newbie. To his surprise, the other man shifted a little and glanced at Greene briefly before he shot them a quick smirk. The expression was gone before Greene looked back over at him and Jason's brow arched a little.
Interesting.]
Babe...how many other other people in your office are openly gay?
[Greene sputtered, looking a little like he'd bitten into a lemon.] I don't see how that is one, any of your business or two, pertinent to the conversation!
Really? Quote: It's not enough when your boyfriend is running up more costs. End quote. That sounds to me like he doesn't ask everyone else in your department for more than 'I need it'. What's that sound like to you, Larry?
[The newbie shifted, mumbling an excuse and gesturing with his pilfered plate before ducking out of the conversation.]
[Edward blinked, equally surprised by the reaction to Jason's teasing. Maybe the upcoming change would be an improvement, after all. Even if it was Jason's presence swaying the newcomer, Edward was more than happy to exploit that as long as he needed to.
Besides, Jason's presence came with other benefits. Edward hid his smile behind the flimsy paper cup of coffee he was nursing, listening to the sputtering of his personal headache. A moment later, it was just the three of them. He let a hand wander back to find Jason's side, drawing Greene's eyes to the touch.]
It does feel personal. [He tilted his head musingly, as if just now thinking things over.] One might even say targetted. That would reflect poorly on you if true. I'd hate for your new employer to think you could prove a liability to them.
[The man scowled, looking like he was considering a retort, but after a glance at Jason, he made a disgusted noise and spun on his heel.] Fine, you're not my problem soon anyway. Have fun explaining bankrupting your department when I'm gone, Nashton.
[Edward watched him leave, waiting till he was out of earshot to speak again.] I never fail to be impressed by your talent. I thought I was going to be stuck all night.
[Tossing his cup into a nearby bin, he turned and grabbed Jason's hand, drawing himself close to the larger man's side like they were actually a couple.] Let's head for the exit. I'll give you a bonus if you can get us out of here without anyone else bothering me.
[Surely not too difficult given the looks Jason drew from most of his coworkers but a little extra motivation wouldn't hurt.]
Jason's laughter followed them through the city as the older man lead the way over rooftops. It wasn't a sound that many people had heard in recent years, and Tim had managed to coax it out of him twice in one night. Dick would be jealous, Bruce would be suspicious, but Jason was just enjoying the rare bit of levity.
Eventually, the run ended on a fire escape, the metal oddly stable considering how hard Jason's bulk hit it. Any other fire escape in his part of the city would have shuddered and creaked, rust flaking off weathered bolts, but this one barely twitched. The window was armed and a fake brick shifted away under Jason's touch so he could key in a code. There was a chirp and Jason slid the brick back into place before sliding the window open on well oiled tracks.
Inside was dark, but they were both well used to the dark. Tim ended up climbing into a living room, not barren and barely furnished like most of Jason's safehouses, but comfortable looking and decorated. Bookshelves lined most of the wall space, an overstuffed couch in the center of the space. Where most people would put a TV he had a desk with a computer set up, though the screen was large enough and the space small enough that he could probably scroll through Netflix with a wireless mouse. Art dotted what wall space wasn't claimed by books and Tim might recognize a couple as Damian's.
This wasn't a safehouse. This was his apartment. His home. The place no other Bat even knew existed, let alone had ever been inside.
Jason himself had crossed the space and rounded the bar into his kitchen, setting the bag of food on the counter before he reached up to thumb the hidden latch that let his helmet pop open enough to slide off his head. His hair was mussed but he was grinning as he set the helmet aside and shrugged out of his jacket.
"Thanks. I've been working on it for a while. Slow going between the shelters, clinics, and the night job. Take off your cape, stay awhile."
The place really did suit Jason, once Tim paused to look around. Especially the books, there were so many titles that he'd have guessed the older vigilante was into, and maybe a couple that Tim might tease him about later. Damian's art softened his smile, pleased that the two of them had enough of a bond that Jason would display it. The tiniest little hint of jealousy sparked in his chest that nothing in the room had anything to do with him, but what would Jason even have done? Displayed mathematical equations? He just--he didn't want to be on the same level as Dick and Bruce.
As he took on the space, though, it slowly dawned on him that he hadn't been taken to some safehouse that would end up ditched in a few months. Jason trusted Tim enough to take him to his actual home. His heart stuttered almost painfully in his chest as he forced himself to suck in a breath. It nearly overwhelmed him for a second, being given such an important gift. Was it even done consciously, or had Jason come to trust him so much he didn't second guess the idea?
Okay, so he was definitely wrong about being on the same level as Dick and Bruce. There was no way those two knew about Jason's apartment, and Tim immediately told himself he'd die before he ever told them about its location. This was special. He was going to hold onto it like the rarest gem.
As his gaze finally turned back to the older man, Tim saw him standing there relaxed and smiling, sans jacket and helmet. The faintest of flushes bloomed onto his cheeks, but he didn't let the sight distract him for long. Instead, his own hands moved to work on stripping as much of his suit off as he could. Practiced, skilled fingers disabled traps and unhooked latches. His cape, the gloves, the belt, his staff, anything other than the skin tight kevlar was peeled off and politely set aside on a chair. There was a moment when he debated taking his top off as well, but it felt out of line to even ask if he could just hang around shirtless while visiting someone's apartment for the first time. Pity he didn't have any civvies.
"I can pour some drinks if you show me where the stuff is?" The younger of the two offered, stepping away from where he'd left most of his gear behind.
Actually stocked it, huh? Well, I'll wait to pass my impressions until I've seen what you've stocked it with, but that's a good start.
[He said it with a smirk, clearly teasing the older man a little, but he held his hand the entire way to the car. He touched him the entire drive back to the Tower, his arm threaded through the gap between Dick's side and where his cast was resting on the armrest so that Jason's hand could lay on his thigh. Not teasing or hinting or anything untoward. Just touching him. Keeping contact.
Getting the call that Dick had been hurt had shaken him up. After all, even something as simple as a broken arm, if it healed wrong it could change their lives forever. Dick wasn't worried, but Jason couldn't help the little line of dread that traced his spine.
Dick was the first of them to fly. It wouldn't be right if he was grounded.
It was that line of worry that distracted him enough to get him to step out of the elevator into that dark room....but then his instincts kicked in and he was in the process of dropping his bag and pulling the knife that he sure as hell shouldn't have been able to have on the plane. He didn't actually have time to throw it towards one of the people he could feel hiding, but it was a close thing.
He ended up freezing in the stance to throw for a solid second before he straightened up and turned to give Dick a wild look.]
I almost...! You-! You motherfucker, that was a bad idea on so many fucking levels and you are so lucky I didn't gut someone, you ass hat!
[The flare of anger was real. But so was the complicated, adrenaline filled grin that slowly crept over his lips.]
[ it's a bit of a new nickname he's trying and usually only mobilized in times of desperation, like now, as Jason pins him in place with wild eyes and so many mixed emotions Dick almost gets dizzy.
but he likes it. likes the taste of the nickname in his mouth, likes calling the fearsome Red Hood his baby, and also, likes the way that slow grin spreads across Jason’s face, lighting his features up.
it was a bad idea because spooking Jason in any way and catching him off guard could’ve resulted in any number of injuries. it’s why he instructed everyone to hide far from reach and to keep a keen eye out and react quickly if something were to go wrong.
Dick steps in closer to Jason to the chorus of laughter from their friends, takes his brother’s face in both his hands, and plants a deep, loving kiss to his lips. ]
I’m proud of you. And I’m really happy you didn’t ruin your own surprise. When you insisted on coming a week early ‘cus I broke my forearm, I was worried we wouldn’t pull it off.
[If he'd been in his armor, he sure as hell wouldn't be sporting stitches from crow talons. It was cool enough outside at night that he'd started wearing his jacket again when he went out as Red Hood, and that leather was old and patched to all hell, but it was durable and very well taken care of.
Glancing up from his bowl, Jason smirked.]
'Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.' [Once again, his love of languages and grasp of accents proved useful. He didn't have a spot on Clark Gable, but it was passable enough. He chuckled, shaking his head a little as he went back to his food.] Still, I'll keep the mask for now. Just because you don't care doesn't mean it wouldn't feel really weird if I didn't care. And I shouldn't have to start any rumors. Jace Peters works for Hood, don't you know. My people will vouch for me if someone starts sniffing around. Though, they'd have to be really fucking brave to poke around my part of the city.
[He was quiet, listening to Jon talk. Usually, it was him spilling his guts, not the stoic strawman. It was a little weird...but also kinda nice. Made him more human, in a way.]
Not all teachers need to be kind. My favorite teacher was this brittle old bitty with a fondness for rulers and a stickler for grammar. She'd fucking roll in her grave if she saw me now.
[ It was getting close to that time of year when Crane goes away to Arkham for the winter, or a few weeks as tended to be the case over the last few years. The colder it gets, the less Scarecrow works until spring. Outside of Halloween, of course. So he felt valid in his thought that the Hood was in his civvies.
A half glare offered. ] Close, do it again, with feeling.
[ If Jason was going to do Clark Gable at the Georgian, oh, he was going to make him do it again. Though, Jon would NEVER admit that is why he says it half as much as he does. ]
You misunderstand, I am not saying i don't care so take it off. No, I am saying I do not care to ever know who you really are. Unless either my ring returns, or somehow my amgydala fixes itself. The latter is nearly as impossible as the former... Thanks to Luthor.
[ A flash of rage in his eyes a moment before took a breath forcing it down, Scarecrow getting rowdy and wanting out with the flush of rage over Luthor. Taking another bite before adding. ] Jace Peters can be attacked by the Scarecrow should it come to that. I would only charge a session for the act.
[ Hey, there are some good books coming out. And he has a harmless version of the toxin he made to scare people without actually gassing them. ] I find if you remember them with some disdain, they were likely a good teacher. You don't need to be friendly with everyone. School is about learning, and I would not pass any fool if I had a say. Which was counterproductive when half the staff were sleeping with students. [ Poking at the bowl with the fork again.] Why would she roll, though? I have seen your writing, it is rather good.
He didn't bother responding to the text, but it was only about ten minutes later before a murmur started rumbling through the guests. Apparently, someone had shown up that no one had been expecting. Someone that more than a few people were uneasy about. After all, Jace Peters was known to be a certain Eastend crime lord's capo.
Not enough time for him to have gotten ready for a stage like this. He'd been planning on showing up, apparently. Either that, or he'd had other plans for the night. He was dressed far simpler than most of the rich assholes already there, but he was neat and clean and he'd put in enough effort that he hadn't been turned away at the door. He'd even styled his curls into something resembling order, the white streak striking against all the black.
Catching sight of Tim, he smiled and the expression was one of the predator spotting it's prey. He absently waved off the tray of champagne being offered, opting instead to start moving through the crowd towards the younger man.
The rumblings of someone dangerous being there reached Tim before he caught sight of Jason, but he immediately knew who they were talking about. There was the stark relief of knowing he was going to get rescued from the hell of old ladies pinching his cheeks and talking about how he needed to date their daughters, but when he turned his head and caught sight of the man approaching him, the feelings inside of him were very different.
Heat flushed every inch of him. Not only was Jason incredibly handsome, he was (maybe) inadvertently fulfilling Tim's bad boy fantasies. It was hot that he was dangerous, that some of the other people there were visibly afraid of him. If they played their cards right, Gotham's elite would recognize that Tim was apparently infatuated with a capo, and it would be better not to try to meddle in his business or attempt any hook ups with their daughters.
"Jace." Tim gave a little tip of his head as a greeting, putting on airs and ignoring the temptation to just throw himself at the man. "I'm glad to see that you were able to make it tonight. I'm sure your boss can tell how much good this charity has done."
[They'd survived, and now they were changed for it.
Jason frowned a little at the man's easy smile, a little bit of annoyance lingering despite the quiet of the deck. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the 'mess' had been a ploy to get him out of his bunk. Dick was always doing shit like that and it was...a mixed bag, honestly.
He'd spent the only years he could remember surviving by keeping his head down and retreating back to his rooms the first chance he got, only letting himself be specifically requested by passengers instead of letting himself be randomly grabbed. It was a good way to survive, but it left a lot to be desired in the realm of actually 'living'.
For instance, he still hadn't even really registered the stars overhead as he made his way across the deck to not so lightly thump his fist into the older man's shoulder.]
You're going to get us picked up at this rate, you asshole. I'm not saving you when someone decides to take you back to their room for the night.
[It was only a half a lie. He couldn't actually stop a passenger from snagging the brunette...but he could volunteer to go with him. Which is exactly what he'd do and they both knew it.]
[ he hushed, raising a finger to his mouth as Jason's prod to his shoulder sends him taking a couple of steps back without the mirth leaving his eyes.
of course he didn't want to get picked up either, or pulled into a cabin with a guest, but he also wasn't here to simply do his time and leave. he'd been doing a good amount of digging and narrowly getting away with a couple things here and there, but there were also times where he paid for his nosiness, for his fight, or just for his inability to simply behave. J had unfortunately been the witness to a couple of those, as much as Dick tried to hide it.
besides his larger goal of figuring out the organization of the cruise and getting information on its guests, many related to the crimes in Gotham, he found that on the daily, he wanted little more than to see that rare smile of J's. after all, he'd always been great at getting up after being kicked down, and the reason why he could go on at all was that he could always the light. no matter how bad things were. ]
You don't have to save me, but just--look.
[ he pointed up at the sky, even though all he was staring at was J's face. ]
[There isn't an answering text. Instead, after not nearly enough minutes considering where he'd started from, the sound of a bike pulling up can be heard. He wouldn't usually park so close to the action, but if Dick was calling for evac, he was probably bad enough that he wouldn't want to hobble the few blocks to a more secure spot.
He wasn't in his full uniform, most of his armor and weapons left behind for his would be date, but he had his helmet and his jacket, as well as one of his 45s in a backup thigh rig. It wasn't his usual gun, but it would do.
He was up and off the bike as soon as it was stopped, heading for cover before he started scanned for his idiot brother.]
[He really shouldn't have called Jason for the evac. Not that Dick would've loved to crawl home, but worse than never letting him live it down....he might worry.
He will find things pleasantly on fire, a boat slowly sinking into the harbor, and various unconscious bodies littered about the pier like a beautiful picture. There's a whistle from the back of the building, a little like a bird song. Following it, Jason will find Nightwing wedged up against a wall, legs akimbo, smelling of blood. Still conscious and ready to tell Jason he's fine, though!!]
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[ It's an easy jab, but hey it's impossible to pass up as he smirked over at Jason for a few moments before he gave a little press of his lips at that next question.]
You mentioned it a few times last night.
I just wanted to say that I...should have treated you better. Reach out more. Danced with you at one.
(Sorry for the delay, my brain took a swerve. XD )
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[He gave his boyfriend a tired smile, wrapping his towel around his waist before he was moving over to the closed toilet. He hissed a little when he sat down, the burns that seemed to trace the outline of his armor against his skin shifting uncomfortably.]
I don't blame you. Not even a little. But I also knew how bad it looked wasn't nearly as bad as it actually was. So, shower first. Now you can fuss all you like. But first, can I have a kiss?
[For being one of the most feared crime bosses in Gotham, Jason could pull off a fair decent set of puppy dog eyes.]
thank you for moving 💕
[He says with a sweet smile and bends down to kiss Jason, firmly and thoroughly.]
Now, you drink this while I get to work.
[A cup of hot tea is passed to Jason as Ed kneels down in front of him and starts to fuss and take care of the wounds, his hands working methodically yet gently.]
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[It had been less that Dick had sounded more coherent than he'd actually been, and more that Jason had let himself actually hear the words. Because there was an honesty that came with an addled state, be that drunkenness or concussion. And Dick had looked up at him with those fucking stupidly pretty blue eyes and he'd touched his face and...
The bagel was ash in his mouth and Jason frowned as he wrapped it back up in it's fancy parchment paper.]
Don't worry 'bout it. Just glad you're okay. Try to eat that. If you're gunna puke, do it somewhere easy to clean up. I've got some shit to do, so just... Lock up when you feel better, alright?
[He was lying. He'd fully intended on coming back, eating breakfast, and then trying to get Dick back into bed to sleep for a few more hours. But if Dick was going to regret the words from last night, Jason didn't want to be here when he remembered them.
There was always something to do in the Bowery.]
If you need anything, give me a call. Try to get some more sleep.
sorry this took so long! work is so busy this week
[ Dick still feels like he's way too slow, mentally and physically, frustratingly so. Technically it's probably a very slight difference from his baseline, but for someone like him, used to pushing himself so hard, to strive for the absolute limits of what he can tangibly achieve, even a marginal hindrance is a big deal. Worse, he knows that if he pushes it right now he'd be a mess, and at least he doesn't have an immediate incentive to try to put the suit back on, to get back out there, but getting through to Jason, not letting this moment go? That feels as important as anything could be.
He's aware that he's missed moments before. Too many. Times when he should have reached out and couldn't, because he felt guilty. Because he thought that he'd just be angrily slapped away. Because he was angry, too emotional to see things clearly when he really should have been the one capable of a rational view. ]
Jay, wait— [ He reaches, instinctively, for Jason's arm, or his hand, whatever happens to be close enough. ] Please.
[ He couldn't physically stop Jason from leaving even if he wanted to. It's not like that, he's not making demands. He's asking. ]
No worries ^_^ My brain also took a few days to reset.
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Trust me, Doc. I'm doing this all proper like -because- it's you. Otherwise it would have literally been 'Scoop out half, throw in a scoop of flour and roughly the same amount of warm water, then stir'. Pretty sure your science degrees would have strangled me during my next session.
But yeah, last step is to add about 50g of -warm- water. Not hot. Don't kill my yeast. Stir it up, recap it loosely and I'll bring you a loaf of bread with my next session.
Bay leaves? Really? That actually works?
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Understood, warm, not hot. I'm taking care of it, and sure. I won't say no to bread.
It always worked when I was younger, I would bet it would work here too. I have some I can trade you for the bread if you are low when you return. I was being hyperbolic when I said I don't cook. It is simply not much. Bay leaves are useful in soups.
[ The man will live on pizza rolls and spaghetti O's if allowed but having smoked half his life his sense of taste is kinda wrecked. ]
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[He'd be mad at himself later for the wave of reassurance that came from seeing Bruce's name light up on his screen. He answered halfway through the first ring, pressing it to his ear and, for just a moment, he let himself feel relieved at the sound of Bruce's voice.]
Y-yeah. I'm not going anywhere. I'm...
[There was a rumbling sound in the background of the call and Jason made a sound that he'd be embarrassed about later.]
Fuck... dad, please...
switching to prose, hope that's ok! easier for my to write it
"I'm coming," he said, voice low and as warm as he could manage. The emotion in him was undeniable, the clench in his throat when he swallowed. "Just stay with me, Jason."
Totally fine! ^_^
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[The reassurance earned her a tired smirk and he shook his head as he made his way to the bathroom.]
I listen to everything. And I don't think I need anything more than burn cream and a few bandages? We'll see after I scrub the worst of this off. I won't be long.
[He was true to his word, leaving the door open as he carefully peeled off his armor and stepped into the shower. It hurt, but as the grim came away, he started to be able to tell the difference between his own blood and the blood that he was caked in. By the time he was done, his skin was pink and clean, a line of burns that seemed to trace the outline of his armor amid all the rest of his various scars.
He had half a mind to wrap himself fully in another towel to spare her from the ragged line of the Y-incision that bisected his torso, but he didn't want to ruin another towel. She'd survive and if it really made her uncomfortable, then she could decide which towel to ruin. He wrapped his one towel firmly around his waist, then gingerly made his way back out into the main room.]
There. Little less like raw hamburger.
Managed to drop my tags - bad week, sorry
[She looked up from the laptop, her rapid typing not even slowing slightly as she blinked, cocking her head to one side.] That looks like an autopsy scar? [Her tone was part curious and part satisfied as if she'd had something confirmed] You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.
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Mmm, I haven't gotten my hands on you all week, baby. I ain't gunna promise shit, but for you I'll at least try.
[His grin was openly flirty and he gave a playful little wink at the newbie. To his surprise, the other man shifted a little and glanced at Greene briefly before he shot them a quick smirk. The expression was gone before Greene looked back over at him and Jason's brow arched a little.
Interesting.]
Babe...how many other other people in your office are openly gay?
[Greene sputtered, looking a little like he'd bitten into a lemon.] I don't see how that is one, any of your business or two, pertinent to the conversation!
Really? Quote: It's not enough when your boyfriend is running up more costs. End quote. That sounds to me like he doesn't ask everyone else in your department for more than 'I need it'. What's that sound like to you, Larry?
[The newbie shifted, mumbling an excuse and gesturing with his pilfered plate before ducking out of the conversation.]
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Besides, Jason's presence came with other benefits. Edward hid his smile behind the flimsy paper cup of coffee he was nursing, listening to the sputtering of his personal headache. A moment later, it was just the three of them. He let a hand wander back to find Jason's side, drawing Greene's eyes to the touch.]
It does feel personal. [He tilted his head musingly, as if just now thinking things over.] One might even say targetted. That would reflect poorly on you if true. I'd hate for your new employer to think you could prove a liability to them.
[The man scowled, looking like he was considering a retort, but after a glance at Jason, he made a disgusted noise and spun on his heel.] Fine, you're not my problem soon anyway. Have fun explaining bankrupting your department when I'm gone, Nashton.
[Edward watched him leave, waiting till he was out of earshot to speak again.] I never fail to be impressed by your talent. I thought I was going to be stuck all night.
[Tossing his cup into a nearby bin, he turned and grabbed Jason's hand, drawing himself close to the larger man's side like they were actually a couple.] Let's head for the exit. I'll give you a bonus if you can get us out of here without anyone else bothering me.
[Surely not too difficult given the looks Jason drew from most of his coworkers but a little extra motivation wouldn't hurt.]
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/wanders back in here super late
But did you bring Starbucks?
ha, I'm too much of a coffee snob for that
XD Completely valid
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Lalala~ I totally didn't lose this in the midst of everything else~!
lol it was your turn to do so, seems fair
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For Prettyredbird
Jason's laughter followed them through the city as the older man lead the way over rooftops. It wasn't a sound that many people had heard in recent years, and Tim had managed to coax it out of him twice in one night. Dick would be jealous, Bruce would be suspicious, but Jason was just enjoying the rare bit of levity.
Eventually, the run ended on a fire escape, the metal oddly stable considering how hard Jason's bulk hit it. Any other fire escape in his part of the city would have shuddered and creaked, rust flaking off weathered bolts, but this one barely twitched. The window was armed and a fake brick shifted away under Jason's touch so he could key in a code. There was a chirp and Jason slid the brick back into place before sliding the window open on well oiled tracks.
Inside was dark, but they were both well used to the dark. Tim ended up climbing into a living room, not barren and barely furnished like most of Jason's safehouses, but comfortable looking and decorated. Bookshelves lined most of the wall space, an overstuffed couch in the center of the space. Where most people would put a TV he had a desk with a computer set up, though the screen was large enough and the space small enough that he could probably scroll through Netflix with a wireless mouse. Art dotted what wall space wasn't claimed by books and Tim might recognize a couple as Damian's.
This wasn't a safehouse. This was his apartment. His home. The place no other Bat even knew existed, let alone had ever been inside.
Jason himself had crossed the space and rounded the bar into his kitchen, setting the bag of food on the counter before he reached up to thumb the hidden latch that let his helmet pop open enough to slide off his head. His hair was mussed but he was grinning as he set the helmet aside and shrugged out of his jacket.
"Thanks. I've been working on it for a while. Slow going between the shelters, clinics, and the night job. Take off your cape, stay awhile."
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As he took on the space, though, it slowly dawned on him that he hadn't been taken to some safehouse that would end up ditched in a few months. Jason trusted Tim enough to take him to his actual home. His heart stuttered almost painfully in his chest as he forced himself to suck in a breath. It nearly overwhelmed him for a second, being given such an important gift. Was it even done consciously, or had Jason come to trust him so much he didn't second guess the idea?
Okay, so he was definitely wrong about being on the same level as Dick and Bruce. There was no way those two knew about Jason's apartment, and Tim immediately told himself he'd die before he ever told them about its location. This was special. He was going to hold onto it like the rarest gem.
As his gaze finally turned back to the older man, Tim saw him standing there relaxed and smiling, sans jacket and helmet. The faintest of flushes bloomed onto his cheeks, but he didn't let the sight distract him for long. Instead, his own hands moved to work on stripping as much of his suit off as he could. Practiced, skilled fingers disabled traps and unhooked latches. His cape, the gloves, the belt, his staff, anything other than the skin tight kevlar was peeled off and politely set aside on a chair. There was a moment when he debated taking his top off as well, but it felt out of line to even ask if he could just hang around shirtless while visiting someone's apartment for the first time. Pity he didn't have any civvies.
"I can pour some drinks if you show me where the stuff is?" The younger of the two offered, stepping away from where he'd left most of his gear behind.
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sorry it's so long, but, yk, ~~feelings~~ please don't feel like you gotta match!
Never apologize for novels. XD I love them! Also, TW for injury and medical shit.
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Jay has issues and no one is surprised. XD
babyyy :< meanwhile, tim: https://i.imgur.com/bGFAK1T.jpeg
XD!!
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For Farcry
Actually stocked it, huh? Well, I'll wait to pass my impressions until I've seen what you've stocked it with, but that's a good start.
[He said it with a smirk, clearly teasing the older man a little, but he held his hand the entire way to the car. He touched him the entire drive back to the Tower, his arm threaded through the gap between Dick's side and where his cast was resting on the armrest so that Jason's hand could lay on his thigh. Not teasing or hinting or anything untoward. Just touching him. Keeping contact.
Getting the call that Dick had been hurt had shaken him up. After all, even something as simple as a broken arm, if it healed wrong it could change their lives forever. Dick wasn't worried, but Jason couldn't help the little line of dread that traced his spine.
Dick was the first of them to fly. It wouldn't be right if he was grounded.
It was that line of worry that distracted him enough to get him to step out of the elevator into that dark room....but then his instincts kicked in and he was in the process of dropping his bag and pulling the knife that he sure as hell shouldn't have been able to have on the plane. He didn't actually have time to throw it towards one of the people he could feel hiding, but it was a close thing.
He ended up freezing in the stance to throw for a solid second before he straightened up and turned to give Dick a wild look.]
I almost...! You-! You motherfucker, that was a bad idea on so many fucking levels and you are so lucky I didn't gut someone, you ass hat!
[The flare of anger was real. But so was the complicated, adrenaline filled grin that slowly crept over his lips.]
Ty!!
[ it's a bit of a new nickname he's trying and usually only mobilized in times of desperation, like now, as Jason pins him in place with wild eyes and so many mixed emotions Dick almost gets dizzy.
but he likes it. likes the taste of the nickname in his mouth, likes calling the fearsome Red Hood his baby, and also, likes the way that slow grin spreads across Jason’s face, lighting his features up.
it was a bad idea because spooking Jason in any way and catching him off guard could’ve resulted in any number of injuries. it’s why he instructed everyone to hide far from reach and to keep a keen eye out and react quickly if something were to go wrong.
Dick steps in closer to Jason to the chorus of laughter from their friends, takes his brother’s face in both his hands, and plants a deep, loving kiss to his lips. ]
I’m proud of you. And I’m really happy you didn’t ruin your own surprise. When you insisted on coming a week early ‘cus I broke my forearm, I was worried we wouldn’t pull it off.
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sorry for the slow... i went on vacay ;u;
You are totally fine, bb ^_^
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For Hosannas_of_anguish
[If he'd been in his armor, he sure as hell wouldn't be sporting stitches from crow talons. It was cool enough outside at night that he'd started wearing his jacket again when he went out as Red Hood, and that leather was old and patched to all hell, but it was durable and very well taken care of.
Glancing up from his bowl, Jason smirked.]
'Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.' [Once again, his love of languages and grasp of accents proved useful. He didn't have a spot on Clark Gable, but it was passable enough. He chuckled, shaking his head a little as he went back to his food.] Still, I'll keep the mask for now. Just because you don't care doesn't mean it wouldn't feel really weird if I didn't care. And I shouldn't have to start any rumors. Jace Peters works for Hood, don't you know. My people will vouch for me if someone starts sniffing around. Though, they'd have to be really fucking brave to poke around my part of the city.
[He was quiet, listening to Jon talk. Usually, it was him spilling his guts, not the stoic strawman. It was a little weird...but also kinda nice. Made him more human, in a way.]
Not all teachers need to be kind. My favorite teacher was this brittle old bitty with a fondness for rulers and a stickler for grammar. She'd fucking roll in her grave if she saw me now.
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A half glare offered. ] Close, do it again, with feeling.
[ If Jason was going to do Clark Gable at the Georgian, oh, he was going to make him do it again. Though, Jon would NEVER admit that is why he says it half as much as he does. ]
You misunderstand, I am not saying i don't care so take it off. No, I am saying I do not care to ever know who you really are. Unless either my ring returns, or somehow my amgydala fixes itself. The latter is nearly as impossible as the former... Thanks to Luthor.
[ A flash of rage in his eyes a moment before took a breath forcing it down, Scarecrow getting rowdy and wanting out with the flush of rage over Luthor. Taking another bite before adding. ] Jace Peters can be attacked by the Scarecrow should it come to that. I would only charge a session for the act.
[ Hey, there are some good books coming out. And he has a harmless version of the toxin he made to scare people without actually gassing them. ] I find if you remember them with some disdain, they were likely a good teacher. You don't need to be friendly with everyone. School is about learning, and I would not pass any fool if I had a say. Which was counterproductive when half the staff were sleeping with students. [ Poking at the bowl with the fork again.] Why would she roll, though? I have seen your writing, it is rather good.
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For Prettyredbird
He didn't bother responding to the text, but it was only about ten minutes later before a murmur started rumbling through the guests. Apparently, someone had shown up that no one had been expecting. Someone that more than a few people were uneasy about. After all, Jace Peters was known to be a certain Eastend crime lord's capo.
Not enough time for him to have gotten ready for a stage like this. He'd been planning on showing up, apparently. Either that, or he'd had other plans for the night. He was dressed far simpler than most of the rich assholes already there, but he was neat and clean and he'd put in enough effort that he hadn't been turned away at the door. He'd even styled his curls into something resembling order, the white streak striking against all the black.
Catching sight of Tim, he smiled and the expression was one of the predator spotting it's prey. He absently waved off the tray of champagne being offered, opting instead to start moving through the crowd towards the younger man.
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Heat flushed every inch of him. Not only was Jason incredibly handsome, he was (maybe) inadvertently fulfilling Tim's bad boy fantasies. It was hot that he was dangerous, that some of the other people there were visibly afraid of him. If they played their cards right, Gotham's elite would recognize that Tim was apparently infatuated with a capo, and it would be better not to try to meddle in his business or attempt any hook ups with their daughters.
"Jace." Tim gave a little tip of his head as a greeting, putting on airs and ignoring the temptation to just throw himself at the man. "I'm glad to see that you were able to make it tonight. I'm sure your boss can tell how much good this charity has done."
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For Farcry
[They'd survived, and now they were changed for it.
Jason frowned a little at the man's easy smile, a little bit of annoyance lingering despite the quiet of the deck. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the 'mess' had been a ploy to get him out of his bunk. Dick was always doing shit like that and it was...a mixed bag, honestly.
He'd spent the only years he could remember surviving by keeping his head down and retreating back to his rooms the first chance he got, only letting himself be specifically requested by passengers instead of letting himself be randomly grabbed. It was a good way to survive, but it left a lot to be desired in the realm of actually 'living'.
For instance, he still hadn't even really registered the stars overhead as he made his way across the deck to not so lightly thump his fist into the older man's shoulder.]
You're going to get us picked up at this rate, you asshole. I'm not saving you when someone decides to take you back to their room for the night.
[It was only a half a lie. He couldn't actually stop a passenger from snagging the brunette...but he could volunteer to go with him. Which is exactly what he'd do and they both knew it.]
thenk! 💙
[ he hushed, raising a finger to his mouth as Jason's prod to his shoulder sends him taking a couple of steps back without the mirth leaving his eyes.
of course he didn't want to get picked up either, or pulled into a cabin with a guest, but he also wasn't here to simply do his time and leave. he'd been doing a good amount of digging and narrowly getting away with a couple things here and there, but there were also times where he paid for his nosiness, for his fight, or just for his inability to simply behave. J had unfortunately been the witness to a couple of those, as much as Dick tried to hide it.
besides his larger goal of figuring out the organization of the cruise and getting information on its guests, many related to the crimes in Gotham, he found that on the daily, he wanted little more than to see that rare smile of J's. after all, he'd always been great at getting up after being kicked down, and the reason why he could go on at all was that he could always the light. no matter how bad things were. ]
You don't have to save me, but just--look.
[ he pointed up at the sky, even though all he was staring at was J's face. ]
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You know me so well. It's been a long night, maybe I'm looking to not think for a while.
Twenty, huh? Perfect. In about twenty minutes, I plan to be on my knees in the shower with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Sound like a plan to you?
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Hm...sounds perfect, little bro.
Might even make me rush through those last rounds to get there sooner. Make sure the water's hot and those knees are spread, yeah?
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[There isn't an answering text. Instead, after not nearly enough minutes considering where he'd started from, the sound of a bike pulling up can be heard. He wouldn't usually park so close to the action, but if Dick was calling for evac, he was probably bad enough that he wouldn't want to hobble the few blocks to a more secure spot.
He wasn't in his full uniform, most of his armor and weapons left behind for his would be date, but he had his helmet and his jacket, as well as one of his 45s in a backup thigh rig. It wasn't his usual gun, but it would do.
He was up and off the bike as soon as it was stopped, heading for cover before he started scanned for his idiot brother.]
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He will find things pleasantly on fire, a boat slowly sinking into the harbor, and various unconscious bodies littered about the pier like a beautiful picture. There's a whistle from the back of the building, a little like a bird song. Following it, Jason will find Nightwing wedged up against a wall, legs akimbo, smelling of blood. Still conscious and ready to tell Jason he's fine, though!!]
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How medical do you want to go with this, cause I can go full medical XD Following your cue.
not a prob! def won't be too graphic or knowledgeable pfft
XD No worries! I just don't want to squick you on accident
i appreciate it!!
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