[Stupid fucking Detective. It was so easy to fall into the trap of that pretty smile and easy going words. So easy to forget that Dick was the sharpest of all of them, those pretty brown eyes catching everything even if they didn't seem like they did. Easy to forget that brilliant mind could spin together facts and observations into the strongest of threads with a nimbleness and speed that left so many people in the dust.
Dick hit the nail dead on and Jason's shoulders hunched as his silent tears broke into quiet sobs. He shook his head, denying the love and care his brother offered, even as he curled both fists into Dick's shirt, clinging to him and terrified that the older man was going to leave and desperate for him to stay.
To love him, even if he didn't deserve to be loved.
Later, they'd be able to rationalize that at least some of this was the fact that the Toxin was still very much in his system....but most of it? Most of it was just him and his fucked up brain chemistry.]
[ His heart was shattering in his chest, not only because he knew that Jason was crying because of what happened, but also that he was powerless to take away that pain.
All he could do was breathe with Jason, to hold him as soft sobs started to pour out, and that head of untamed curls shook out in denial. ]
It’s true, Jay. [ He said it softly, still gently rubbing Jason’s back. ]
You can’t do anything that’ll ever stop it. I love you no matter what. Even when the pit comes out and you try to hurt me. [ Maybe it was hard to talk about what actually happened and it sounded harsh to say it out loud, but Dick needed Jason to know that he understood the situation and how Jason might think about it. ]
You hear me, baby? I’m here to love you, and I’m gonna love you even when you can’t love yourself.
[He didn't know how long he cried. How long they just existed in his shitty little kitchen, Jason sobbing into Dick's stomach while Dick stood there and comforted him. Time didn't matter to him, was lost in the cathartic pouring of emotion and the rhythmic circling of Dick's comfort.
It was a while. It was only a few heartbeats. It was forever.
Eventually, however, Jason emptied himself out. The tears stopped, though his ragged, hiccuped breathing took longer to subside. His fingers slowly uncurled from the claw like grip he had on Dick's ruined shirt and the weight of his arms dragged them back down to sit limply in his own lap. His shaking lessened, then stopped and he was finally, blessedly, quiet once more.
He was empty. Scraped hollow and left brittle.]
I love you. [It didn't sound like his voice. It was too soft, too fragile to be his voice. He hadn't sounded that broken since he was a teenager, dying on a warehouse floor and calling for a man who'd never come.
Dick's shirt tried to stick to his face when he finally pulled away, disgusting in the way that only ugly crying can be and Jason tried to sniffle but his sinuses were too swollen to let that happen.]
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Dick hit the nail dead on and Jason's shoulders hunched as his silent tears broke into quiet sobs. He shook his head, denying the love and care his brother offered, even as he curled both fists into Dick's shirt, clinging to him and terrified that the older man was going to leave and desperate for him to stay.
To love him, even if he didn't deserve to be loved.
Later, they'd be able to rationalize that at least some of this was the fact that the Toxin was still very much in his system....but most of it? Most of it was just him and his fucked up brain chemistry.]
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All he could do was breathe with Jason, to hold him as soft sobs started to pour out, and that head of untamed curls shook out in denial. ]
It’s true, Jay. [ He said it softly, still gently rubbing Jason’s back. ]
You can’t do anything that’ll ever stop it. I love you no matter what. Even when the pit comes out and you try to hurt me. [ Maybe it was hard to talk about what actually happened and it sounded harsh to say it out loud, but Dick needed Jason to know that he understood the situation and how Jason might think about it. ]
You hear me, baby? I’m here to love you, and I’m gonna love you even when you can’t love yourself.
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It was a while. It was only a few heartbeats. It was forever.
Eventually, however, Jason emptied himself out. The tears stopped, though his ragged, hiccuped breathing took longer to subside. His fingers slowly uncurled from the claw like grip he had on Dick's ruined shirt and the weight of his arms dragged them back down to sit limply in his own lap. His shaking lessened, then stopped and he was finally, blessedly, quiet once more.
He was empty. Scraped hollow and left brittle.]
I love you. [It didn't sound like his voice. It was too soft, too fragile to be his voice. He hadn't sounded that broken since he was a teenager, dying on a warehouse floor and calling for a man who'd never come.
Dick's shirt tried to stick to his face when he finally pulled away, disgusting in the way that only ugly crying can be and Jason tried to sniffle but his sinuses were too swollen to let that happen.]
I ruined your shirt...