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š˜Øš˜³š˜¢š˜ŗš˜“š˜°š˜Æ ([personal profile] farcry) wrote in [personal profile] deadbirdarising 2025-04-03 04:13 am (UTC)

Good fucking job, he had really done it now. One single look at either of his brothers and he could tell just how much effort it was taking for either of them to hold it together. Jason’s taunt fell so short, and Tim’s plea came off more as a threat. It was like the relationships they had built over their whole adult lives of knowing each other was suddenly shaken.

He refused to believe it. Refused to let it be, and the way both Jason and Tim asked him to return to the nest, as strange as their ways were, heartened him.

His breath sifted out in a sigh, and he nodded.

ā€œJust gonna—get us something to go with the hot cocoa. Alright? I won’t be more than ten minutes behind you guys.ā€ Tim was already off and Dick managed a pinched smile beneath the domino before watching Jason take off too.

He just needed a moment to breathe and collect himself, to make sure he didn’t show up again acting on anger and assumptions, to replay the exchange and gather his apologies as he picked up a collection of finger food for all of them. He didn’t have an appetite, but he needed the excuse because as Jason had already called out, he didn’t have anything urgent to do, anyway. He was only overstaying his visit to spend some time with family. Leave it to him to fuck it up like this.

When he stepped into the Nest, the sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks. All at once, he felt he was intruding by witnessing an intimate moment reserved for two lovers, yet what he saw also filled his heart with so much warmth he could burst with it. For a long, long time, he doubted whether Tim and Jason would be able to peacefully exist in the same room together. The push and pull between them had taken up a lot of Dick’s time and caused him so much heartache. Now, to finally see his two closest brothers entwined together on the couch felt bittersweet. He caught himself thinking it and silently admonished himself for it. He should be happy. He needed to just be happy for them.

Wordlessly, he approached the coffee table and set the paper bag on it, and eased the tension on his mouth into a small smile.

ā€œDon’t mind me. Just gonna get changed, alright? Be right back.ā€ And he disappeared into the closet where he’d stashed a go bag.

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