Pain. Pain. Huh, Where Am I?
By habit, Dick was an early riser. At least as early as possible, depending on his schedule. But with Jason sleeping in the living room he held off on his normal morning routine, lest the noise wake the boy. Dick could deal with being hungry for an hour or two if it meant letting Jason get the rest he needed. By around 11am or so, he finally decided that he could wait no longer and headed into the kitchen to make something for breakfast. Generally, Dick was incredibly particular about his diet, but in this instance he let himself splurge a little bit - as he always tended to do around Jason - and fried up some sausages along with the usual eggs and toast. He tried his best to be quiet about it but the kitchen and living room were directly connected, with only an island separating them, so the noise was going to carry no matter what.
Jason usually slept though anything, but that was when he was used to the place. On Dick's couch, the sounds of pans and sizzling food easily woke him up. He blinked his eyes opened, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, and since he was bleary from just waking up, he nearly jumped off the couch when he noticed he had no idea where he was. Jason was sitting up now, craddling his arm in pain as he cursed. "Fuck," he hissed, last night's events coming back to him. Man, he wish he had something for the pain or at least a distraction.
"Woah, woah, where ya goin' there, soldier?" asked Dick, who'd turned around at the sound of Jason swearing. He gave the sausage one last poke with the spatula, then set it down next to the stove and hurried over to Jason's side. "How's the arm feeling?" Pause. "Stupid question, I know the answer to that." He crouched down next to Jason to inspect the the bandage. It seemed to be doing well - there was some bleeding evident, but not a lot. The dressing would need to be changed, but at least the bleeding seemed to be under control for the moment.
Seeing Dick run to his side just disoriented him a bit more as he groaned, letting his head fall onto the back of the couch. He looked over to the kitchen curiously. "You can cook?" he asked as he tried to ignore the pain. He also wasn't going to ask for anything for the pain. If there was something for the pain, he was pretty sure Dick would have given it to him last night.
"That's debatable," said Dick with a laugh. It really was. He could manage basic breakfast foods okay, but anything beyond that was sort of hit or miss. He was getting better, but it was a slow process. Cooking was a lot more complex than he'd ever realized and he'd spent more time than he cared to admit on the phone with Alfred, who very patiently explained the finer points of cooking to his wayward charge. "But I think what I've got today is edible. Want something?" As for the matter of pain meds, he'd been thinking on that and had come up with a possible solution. It would require a few calls to Babs, who was considerably more handy with a computer than he was, but hopefully it would allow Dick to get ahold of not only pain meds, but anti-biotics as well.
"That food you're cooking, if it is as edible as you say..." Jason answered, moving to get up and move to the kitchen. He paused once he was up, hiding a wince as he walked towards the kitchen. Maybe he should rethink not asking for pain meds.
Dick made an aggrieved sound and hurried after Jason. "Hey, hey, you don't need to be moving around so much. Go sit down and I will bring the food to you!" He gently grabbed at Jason's good shoulder and turned him back around towards the living room. "Sit. I'll bring you food and make a few calls to see about taking the edge off for you and making sure you don't get gangreen tomorrow." And once he was satisfied that Jason was safely seated, he would proceed to do just that, bringing out a big plate of food and then disappearing into some back room for twenty minutes, after which he emerged with a triumphant look on his face. "Good news!"
Jason grumbled as he was ushered back to the couch. He sat, waiting for Dick impatiently. Just because he hurt his arm in constant pain did make him an invalid. He didn't need to be served. He'd never been served, and it didn't feel like having it start now, even thoguh it sounded nice. When Dick dropped off the huge place of food, Jason mumbled a thank you before eating. Once he picked up the fork, he knew he was in trouble. He was right handed, and his right arm was completely useless to him for the moment. Jason curse quietly as he stabbed a piece of sausage carefully. It was going to take over eating like that, he thought as he viciously bit into the piece of meat. When Dick came back into the room, Jason had only managed to eat half as fast as he usually could using his right hand. "Good news?" he questioned skeptically before putting down the fork to pick up the toast and take a big bite out of it.
Dick flashed him that charming, almost flirtatious grin. It was even worse without the mask on - you could see the way his eyes sparkled with glee. "Well, I may not be a genius, but I've got friends that are, so you now have a prescription for vicodin and some antibiotics at the local pharmacy. You can thank me for this by staying very still and not bleeding all over the place while I go pick them up, all right?" It was a big measure of trust to leave Jason at his house, alone, but Dick wasn't too worried. With a bum arm, there wasn't a lot Jason could really do and anyway most of the stuff he tried to keep hidden was at the warehouse.
Jason took another bite of his toast viciously, really not wanting to notice how blue Dick's eyes were or how his smile definitely reached his eyes without the mask blocking. "You know," he started, still not looking at Dick, "you're sounding shadier than the night I first met you." It was true. Jason knew that the friend Dick was talking about were probably like Batman or someone with pull like that, but no matter what, it still sounded incredibly shady. "You're going to leave me alone in your home?" he asked incredulously, finally looking up at Dick. If it wouldn't be completely obvious by the blood trail he'd probably end up leaving if he wandered around too much, Jason would total snoop while Dick was gone. Don't get him wrong, it's not usually in his nature to do that to people, but Dick just gave him his name last night, and that was it. Jason was craving for more info now. It was almost worse than when there was a mask and uniform in between them.
Being called shady just made Dick laugh. Sure, it was a little bit less than legal, but it was for a good cause and it wasn't like anyone was being seriously harmed by it. He'd even be paying for the meds, so the pharmacy wouldn't have any issues there. "It's only slightly shady," he said, waving away Jason's concerns. "You'll be happier about it once you've got some vicodin in you." As for leaving Jason in the house: "Well, I don't have a choice, do I? So be good, eat your breakfast and try not to break anything when you go snooping around." He gave Jason a very knowing look as he said that last part. If he'd been in Jason's position, he would have done the exact same thing and really couldn't blame the kid. He wasn't worried about snooping either - his security was definitely up to fending off one street kid with a bum arm.
"Yeah, I'll be much happier once I'm drugged up," Jason said sarcastically as he took another bite of his toast. "And I wasn't going to snoop," he lied automatically. He wasn't going to attempt anything with his bum arm. For all he knew, the reason Dick was okay with leaving him alone because anything of any interest would be locked up or booby trapped. He couldn't pick a lock with one arm anyhow, and avoiding rigged traps around the house sounded like a good idea. Boring as hell, but a good idea nonetheless. He kind of hated the fact that Dick knew that he wanted to snoop. It was very annoying. "Yeah, I'll be good," he muttered as he struggled with his fork and food again.
"Attaboy, Oliver." Oh, Dick couldn't help but tease Jason - it was just so easy and Jason was so cute when he was riled up. Endless amusement for Dick, in spite of his more or less continual worry about the boy's current health. "I left you a glass down on the counter and there's orange juice or milk in the fridge if you want something to drink. There might be some bottled water too." He paused for a moment, trying to think if there was anything else Jason might need to know. "Oh, and the bathroom is the second door on the left - though I'm sure you would have figured that out in due time." Another grin and then he was out the door to the garage. A few moments later there would be the sound of the garage door opening and the engine of the mustang revving up, followed by the sound of Dick pulling out and heading up the street towards the city.
Jason usually slept though anything, but that was when he was used to the place. On Dick's couch, the sounds of pans and sizzling food easily woke him up. He blinked his eyes opened, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, and since he was bleary from just waking up, he nearly jumped off the couch when he noticed he had no idea where he was. Jason was sitting up now, craddling his arm in pain as he cursed. "Fuck," he hissed, last night's events coming back to him. Man, he wish he had something for the pain or at least a distraction.
"Woah, woah, where ya goin' there, soldier?" asked Dick, who'd turned around at the sound of Jason swearing. He gave the sausage one last poke with the spatula, then set it down next to the stove and hurried over to Jason's side. "How's the arm feeling?" Pause. "Stupid question, I know the answer to that." He crouched down next to Jason to inspect the the bandage. It seemed to be doing well - there was some bleeding evident, but not a lot. The dressing would need to be changed, but at least the bleeding seemed to be under control for the moment.
Seeing Dick run to his side just disoriented him a bit more as he groaned, letting his head fall onto the back of the couch. He looked over to the kitchen curiously. "You can cook?" he asked as he tried to ignore the pain. He also wasn't going to ask for anything for the pain. If there was something for the pain, he was pretty sure Dick would have given it to him last night.
"That's debatable," said Dick with a laugh. It really was. He could manage basic breakfast foods okay, but anything beyond that was sort of hit or miss. He was getting better, but it was a slow process. Cooking was a lot more complex than he'd ever realized and he'd spent more time than he cared to admit on the phone with Alfred, who very patiently explained the finer points of cooking to his wayward charge. "But I think what I've got today is edible. Want something?" As for the matter of pain meds, he'd been thinking on that and had come up with a possible solution. It would require a few calls to Babs, who was considerably more handy with a computer than he was, but hopefully it would allow Dick to get ahold of not only pain meds, but anti-biotics as well.
"That food you're cooking, if it is as edible as you say..." Jason answered, moving to get up and move to the kitchen. He paused once he was up, hiding a wince as he walked towards the kitchen. Maybe he should rethink not asking for pain meds.
Dick made an aggrieved sound and hurried after Jason. "Hey, hey, you don't need to be moving around so much. Go sit down and I will bring the food to you!" He gently grabbed at Jason's good shoulder and turned him back around towards the living room. "Sit. I'll bring you food and make a few calls to see about taking the edge off for you and making sure you don't get gangreen tomorrow." And once he was satisfied that Jason was safely seated, he would proceed to do just that, bringing out a big plate of food and then disappearing into some back room for twenty minutes, after which he emerged with a triumphant look on his face. "Good news!"
Jason grumbled as he was ushered back to the couch. He sat, waiting for Dick impatiently. Just because he hurt his arm in constant pain did make him an invalid. He didn't need to be served. He'd never been served, and it didn't feel like having it start now, even thoguh it sounded nice. When Dick dropped off the huge place of food, Jason mumbled a thank you before eating. Once he picked up the fork, he knew he was in trouble. He was right handed, and his right arm was completely useless to him for the moment. Jason curse quietly as he stabbed a piece of sausage carefully. It was going to take over eating like that, he thought as he viciously bit into the piece of meat. When Dick came back into the room, Jason had only managed to eat half as fast as he usually could using his right hand. "Good news?" he questioned skeptically before putting down the fork to pick up the toast and take a big bite out of it.
Dick flashed him that charming, almost flirtatious grin. It was even worse without the mask on - you could see the way his eyes sparkled with glee. "Well, I may not be a genius, but I've got friends that are, so you now have a prescription for vicodin and some antibiotics at the local pharmacy. You can thank me for this by staying very still and not bleeding all over the place while I go pick them up, all right?" It was a big measure of trust to leave Jason at his house, alone, but Dick wasn't too worried. With a bum arm, there wasn't a lot Jason could really do and anyway most of the stuff he tried to keep hidden was at the warehouse.
Jason took another bite of his toast viciously, really not wanting to notice how blue Dick's eyes were or how his smile definitely reached his eyes without the mask blocking. "You know," he started, still not looking at Dick, "you're sounding shadier than the night I first met you." It was true. Jason knew that the friend Dick was talking about were probably like Batman or someone with pull like that, but no matter what, it still sounded incredibly shady. "You're going to leave me alone in your home?" he asked incredulously, finally looking up at Dick. If it wouldn't be completely obvious by the blood trail he'd probably end up leaving if he wandered around too much, Jason would total snoop while Dick was gone. Don't get him wrong, it's not usually in his nature to do that to people, but Dick just gave him his name last night, and that was it. Jason was craving for more info now. It was almost worse than when there was a mask and uniform in between them.
Being called shady just made Dick laugh. Sure, it was a little bit less than legal, but it was for a good cause and it wasn't like anyone was being seriously harmed by it. He'd even be paying for the meds, so the pharmacy wouldn't have any issues there. "It's only slightly shady," he said, waving away Jason's concerns. "You'll be happier about it once you've got some vicodin in you." As for leaving Jason in the house: "Well, I don't have a choice, do I? So be good, eat your breakfast and try not to break anything when you go snooping around." He gave Jason a very knowing look as he said that last part. If he'd been in Jason's position, he would have done the exact same thing and really couldn't blame the kid. He wasn't worried about snooping either - his security was definitely up to fending off one street kid with a bum arm.
"Yeah, I'll be much happier once I'm drugged up," Jason said sarcastically as he took another bite of his toast. "And I wasn't going to snoop," he lied automatically. He wasn't going to attempt anything with his bum arm. For all he knew, the reason Dick was okay with leaving him alone because anything of any interest would be locked up or booby trapped. He couldn't pick a lock with one arm anyhow, and avoiding rigged traps around the house sounded like a good idea. Boring as hell, but a good idea nonetheless. He kind of hated the fact that Dick knew that he wanted to snoop. It was very annoying. "Yeah, I'll be good," he muttered as he struggled with his fork and food again.
"Attaboy, Oliver." Oh, Dick couldn't help but tease Jason - it was just so easy and Jason was so cute when he was riled up. Endless amusement for Dick, in spite of his more or less continual worry about the boy's current health. "I left you a glass down on the counter and there's orange juice or milk in the fridge if you want something to drink. There might be some bottled water too." He paused for a moment, trying to think if there was anything else Jason might need to know. "Oh, and the bathroom is the second door on the left - though I'm sure you would have figured that out in due time." Another grin and then he was out the door to the garage. A few moments later there would be the sound of the garage door opening and the engine of the mustang revving up, followed by the sound of Dick pulling out and heading up the street towards the city.