[fic] Cage Match (Bruce/Jason) for inlovewithnight

[glossing]

Title: Cage Match

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[inlovewithnight]

Oh. Wow.

::is somewhat mindblown::

God, the language here, the tactility of it, the richness. The portraits of Jason and Bruce and the negative-space image of Dick...wow.

I don't even know what to SAY. This is amazing.

And that last passage, that's all of Jason's contradictions. Oh, Jason.

Thank you so much. I think I'm going to need to read this a few more times and just dig down into it. With pleasure.

[glossing]

I'm very glad that you liked this - not *just* because it was your birthday (you deserve gifts all year 'round).

And thanks so much for the rec, too.

*loves*

[sageness]

...whoa.

That was stunning.

[glossing]

Oh, my! Thank you so much.

[gammi_demon]

I.

And there was.

JASON.

Um. (coughs) Coherent. Must try for coherent. Okay. Okay. Um.

So, Jason, right? I love your Jason and for pretty much the exact same reason I love your Bucky -- they're hot-headed, young, imperfect and lovely. Jason feels rougher around the edges however and more mature. No, no, not mature. He feels like he's lived harder. I don't know why but it works. He's tough in a completely different way -- all edges and free reign.

And generally I don't really like to read Bruce slashed with his Robins (personal preference) and skip the stories but ...well, your Jason drew me in.

[glossing]

Thank you so much. I'm really taken with the comparisons and contrasts you've sketched between Bucky and Jason, for a lot of reasons - one, it tells me I achieved a great deal of what I set out to do, and, two, they're two of the most compelling characters for me right now.

Thanks, especially, for giving this a try despite your Bruce/Robin unpreference. I appreciate it immensely.

[jubilancy]

This is much tighter than your fears told you, babe! The last paragraph now feels of apiece with the gargoyle-perspective.

[glossing]

I'm hugely relieved to hear this. Thank you so much for all the work you put into this.

[cmshaw]

Jason squints at him for the length of seven heartbeats. Assured of something, impossible to identify, in Bruce's expression, he drops to one knee next to Bruce's chair. Folding his arms over the chair's arm, he plants his chin on his wrist. "C'mere," he says softly. A smile steals over his face. "C'mere, and I'll tell you."

Bruce regards him. That he will drop his head, let Jason whisper to him the night's secret history, is a foregone conclusion.

and

Bruce runs his palm over his own cheek, then his forehead, to remove the sweat. "You showered."

Jason snorts and sniffs his left armpit. "Disappointed?"

"Merely an observation."

"Merely an observation," Jason parrots. He twists around, yanking the red singlet from his jeans' back pocket and tossing it at Bruce. "Saved it for you, you fucking perv."

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[glossing]

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I'm trying to say both those things back to you - your feedback rocks. I can't thank you enough.