Not Snoopping And Drugs
Dick returned some forty-five minutes later, bearing with him medicine, pain killers, and more bandages, since his stock was going to be running very low with Jason in the house. He entered the house quietly, partially to see if he could catch Jason snooping and partially because he didn't want to wake the boy if he'd gone back to sleep. Moving in silence was something Dick had always excelled at - ever more than Batman, though that was mostly because of his smaller build. These days, he did it out of habit and really didn't even have to work at it - at work he'd been yelled at more than once for coming up behind people without them noticing. He glanced over at the couch as he slipped into the kitchen, to see if Jason was still there.
Okay, so Jason did start snooping. Not that it got him anywhere, other than finding out Dick's job and last name. Officer Dick Grayson, so said the badge that had been lying on Dick's mural. Jason thought it was a bit overkill to be a cape and a cop, but it fit Dick, he supposed. He had wandered most of the house before making it to Dick's bedroom, so just after he looked at the badge, he felt pretty worn out. It was very annoying that he got worn out so easily, but he just guessed blood loss could do that. He sat on the bed for a moment, so he could rest for a moment before going back to the living room, but then Jason yawned and laid down. Soon, he drifted off, telling himself he would just be closing his eyes for a few minutes.
No Jason in the living room. Figures. Dick felt a brief stab of fear that Jason might have left - not because he worried about being found out, but because he worried that Jason would get hurt. He pushed that thought away though. Jason was probably just hiding in one of the other rooms, embarrassed at being caught snooping about. So, Dick left his bag of goodies on the ktichen counter and slipped down the hallway on silent feet. He eventually found Jason sprawled out on his bed, fast asleep, and had to smile at that. Poor kid. Dick sat down on the bed next to him, for a second doing exactly what he'd said he wouldn't do: watching. He couldn't help it though, he saw so much of himself in the boy and his heart ached for him, for all that he had to go through, seemingly without anyone to help him. "Jason...?" he murmured, reaching out to brush a few stray hairs out of the boy's face. He could remember Alfred taking care of him, the first time he'd been badly hurt, and hoped that he was at least doing a comparable job.
Jason sighed as he felt a hand brush away hair from his face. It was comforting and made him think of his mom, which made his eyes snap open since he knew she was dead. No one else should be able to make him feel that comfortable. Jason moved away from Dick before he noticed it was him, and he felt a bit embarassed when he did notice. He glanced at Dick before deciding on what to say. "I knew you'd do the creepy watching me sleep thing," he said weakly.
"So don't fall asleep in my bed." Dick stood and moved away from him though, heading for the door. He didn't want Jason to feel uncomfortable and so he kept his distance. "You can stay though, I don't mind. I'll just bring the meds back here." And with that he was gone again, trotting down the hallway towards the kitchen. He returned a minute or two later, with medicine and a glass of water. The glass he handed to Jason and the meds he peered at to make sure he had the dosage correct before handing him three pills - one vicodin and one of whatever antibiotic Babs had gotten for Jason. "Once the pain meds kick in, I'll change your bandages."
He hadn't meant to fall asleep on Dick's bed. He only meant to rest for a few minutes. Not his fault it was comfortable and smelled like Dick, not that he was going to linger on that. Once Dick started keeping hid distance after Jason woke up, he kind of felt disappointed, which he was going to ignore as well as Dick came back with the pain meds. "Yes, sir." He paused, deciding there was no fun in having a new info if he couldn't use it as Dick handed him the pills. "Officer Grayson." He popped the pills into his mouth before taking a big gulp of water to swallow them as he waited for Dick's reaction.
A wry smile worked its way to Dick's face. "Found that, did you?" There'd been no point in hiding it - Jason would have definitely figured it out eventually anyway. "Good work, Detective Oliver Twist," he teased as he settled himself on the floor, back against the wall. He could have sat on the bed, probably, but he wanted to keep his distance, to let Jason know that he could trust him.
Jason rolled his eyes. "Not really detective work since it was just lying there on the mural," he muttered as the meds started to kick in a bit, so he laid back on the bed. "Why are you sitting on the floor? Your bed is huge." Well, every bed was huge compared to where Jason usually slept, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Jason had no idea why Dick started keeping his distance all of a sudden. It was making Jason confused, and he hated being confused.
"Just letting you have your space," said Dick with a shrug. But he took it as an invitation and moved up to the bed a second later. He stacked up a bunch of pillows - there were far more than were really needed, even for a queen-sized bed, and flopped out against them at the head of the bed. "But since you point it out, I think I'll make myself comfortable."
"I'm around you. I didn't expect to have any space," he said groggily. "Anyway, it's your bed. You can do whatever you want." Dick lying next to him actually made him feel more comfortable, for some reason. It was strange, but Jason wasn't going to question anything, not with the pain meds making his pain ease away, and Dick's presence was comforting.
Dick shrugged. "I'm really not going out of my way." Well, not much. The fact that this seemed like a normal occurance probably said a lot about how weird Dick's life was. "And I don't mind giving up my bed for a bit - I wont be using it anytime soon." That was true enough, at least. Once he finished up with Jason there was his daily exercise routine and then work later in the evening. Jason would have found the impressive home gym in his explorations - it was actually two rooms with the dividing wall knocked out for more space and it had everything from weight machines to a set of rings, a balance beam and parallel bars. One would have been forgiven for assuming that Dick was training for the Olympics with that sort of set-up.
Jason just hummed a 'mmhm' sarcastically. He really doubted that Dick wasn't going out of his way for him, and there was no way he was taking his bed from him too. "I repeat, it's a huge bed. We can share it," he said before yawning. Well, he had meant to say that he wasn't going to take Dick's bed, not that they could share. Jason was totally blaming the drugs for anything he said until he was better. He was not responsible for anything he said anymore, nope.
"Whatever, soldier," laughed Dick. He sat up again and leaned over to pat Jason on the head, which he was pretty certain would infuriate the kid. "Why don't I rebandage your shoulder before you pass out again?" As usual, he didn't really wait for a reply, just got to work with deft fingers. The wound seemed to be doing well - a bit red around the edges, but the antibiotics would take care of any infection try to set up shop. Otherwise, it was hardly bleeding and as long as Jason didn't do something stupid and rip open the stiches, it would probably heal quickly.
Usually, that would have infuriated him, but the drugs were really making him not care, so much as glad Dick was close. He couldn't be that stubborn anyway because Dick had started on his bandages right away. Jason just watched Dick's hands move on his arm, removing the old bandages and replacing them with fresh ones. Watching Dick's hands also made sure he didn't see the wound. He didn't want to see it, stitched up or not. When Dick was finished, Jason laid back down, his good arm splayed on his stomach, reminding him of his lack of a shirt. "Do I get a shirt at some point, or am I the only one who gets to be half naked around here?" he asked, belatedly thinking that didn't make as much sense as he originally thought. Yup, blaming that on the drugs too.
"Are you cold? You can get under the covers if you want," said Dick, apparently misinterpretting the question. "It's probably better if you don't try to put anything on right now, you'll just pull at the stitches and bleed all over the place. And then I'll have to take the shirt off again to fix that, so there's really no point." He gave Jason a pat on his good shoulder. "Don't worry, I think you'll heal up pretty quickly." As far as the half-naked thing went, it wasn't like Dick wore all that much anyway. His current clothing consisted of black jeans - tight enough to show off his ass, but loose enough to move around in - and slate-blue tanktop that clung to his muscles and left little to the imagination. Dick really was a bit of a show-off like that.
"Not cold," he muttered, kind of glad Dick didn't take that the way his drugged up mind was thinking he should have. "You talk too much," he added, kind of wanting to shut up, but he was still coherent enough to tell his mind to shut up and to stop getting imaginative about Dick's clothing choices and being in his bed. Yeah, Jason's mind had rebelled, but he was going to keep his mouth in check as long as possible as he started to drift off. Sleeping would probably be better. He didn't sleep talk, at least he didn't think so...
"All right, all right. Get some sleep." There was a distinct fondness to Dick's smile as he reached out to ruffle Jason's hair and lightly nudge him back against the nest of pillows that he had so recently vacated. "Just holler if you need anything, I'll be in the next room." He stood, gathered up the soiled bandages, and headed out of the room to dispose of them before starting on his workout.
Okay, so Jason did start snooping. Not that it got him anywhere, other than finding out Dick's job and last name. Officer Dick Grayson, so said the badge that had been lying on Dick's mural. Jason thought it was a bit overkill to be a cape and a cop, but it fit Dick, he supposed. He had wandered most of the house before making it to Dick's bedroom, so just after he looked at the badge, he felt pretty worn out. It was very annoying that he got worn out so easily, but he just guessed blood loss could do that. He sat on the bed for a moment, so he could rest for a moment before going back to the living room, but then Jason yawned and laid down. Soon, he drifted off, telling himself he would just be closing his eyes for a few minutes.
No Jason in the living room. Figures. Dick felt a brief stab of fear that Jason might have left - not because he worried about being found out, but because he worried that Jason would get hurt. He pushed that thought away though. Jason was probably just hiding in one of the other rooms, embarrassed at being caught snooping about. So, Dick left his bag of goodies on the ktichen counter and slipped down the hallway on silent feet. He eventually found Jason sprawled out on his bed, fast asleep, and had to smile at that. Poor kid. Dick sat down on the bed next to him, for a second doing exactly what he'd said he wouldn't do: watching. He couldn't help it though, he saw so much of himself in the boy and his heart ached for him, for all that he had to go through, seemingly without anyone to help him. "Jason...?" he murmured, reaching out to brush a few stray hairs out of the boy's face. He could remember Alfred taking care of him, the first time he'd been badly hurt, and hoped that he was at least doing a comparable job.
Jason sighed as he felt a hand brush away hair from his face. It was comforting and made him think of his mom, which made his eyes snap open since he knew she was dead. No one else should be able to make him feel that comfortable. Jason moved away from Dick before he noticed it was him, and he felt a bit embarassed when he did notice. He glanced at Dick before deciding on what to say. "I knew you'd do the creepy watching me sleep thing," he said weakly.
"So don't fall asleep in my bed." Dick stood and moved away from him though, heading for the door. He didn't want Jason to feel uncomfortable and so he kept his distance. "You can stay though, I don't mind. I'll just bring the meds back here." And with that he was gone again, trotting down the hallway towards the kitchen. He returned a minute or two later, with medicine and a glass of water. The glass he handed to Jason and the meds he peered at to make sure he had the dosage correct before handing him three pills - one vicodin and one of whatever antibiotic Babs had gotten for Jason. "Once the pain meds kick in, I'll change your bandages."
He hadn't meant to fall asleep on Dick's bed. He only meant to rest for a few minutes. Not his fault it was comfortable and smelled like Dick, not that he was going to linger on that. Once Dick started keeping hid distance after Jason woke up, he kind of felt disappointed, which he was going to ignore as well as Dick came back with the pain meds. "Yes, sir." He paused, deciding there was no fun in having a new info if he couldn't use it as Dick handed him the pills. "Officer Grayson." He popped the pills into his mouth before taking a big gulp of water to swallow them as he waited for Dick's reaction.
A wry smile worked its way to Dick's face. "Found that, did you?" There'd been no point in hiding it - Jason would have definitely figured it out eventually anyway. "Good work, Detective Oliver Twist," he teased as he settled himself on the floor, back against the wall. He could have sat on the bed, probably, but he wanted to keep his distance, to let Jason know that he could trust him.
Jason rolled his eyes. "Not really detective work since it was just lying there on the mural," he muttered as the meds started to kick in a bit, so he laid back on the bed. "Why are you sitting on the floor? Your bed is huge." Well, every bed was huge compared to where Jason usually slept, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Jason had no idea why Dick started keeping his distance all of a sudden. It was making Jason confused, and he hated being confused.
"Just letting you have your space," said Dick with a shrug. But he took it as an invitation and moved up to the bed a second later. He stacked up a bunch of pillows - there were far more than were really needed, even for a queen-sized bed, and flopped out against them at the head of the bed. "But since you point it out, I think I'll make myself comfortable."
"I'm around you. I didn't expect to have any space," he said groggily. "Anyway, it's your bed. You can do whatever you want." Dick lying next to him actually made him feel more comfortable, for some reason. It was strange, but Jason wasn't going to question anything, not with the pain meds making his pain ease away, and Dick's presence was comforting.
Dick shrugged. "I'm really not going out of my way." Well, not much. The fact that this seemed like a normal occurance probably said a lot about how weird Dick's life was. "And I don't mind giving up my bed for a bit - I wont be using it anytime soon." That was true enough, at least. Once he finished up with Jason there was his daily exercise routine and then work later in the evening. Jason would have found the impressive home gym in his explorations - it was actually two rooms with the dividing wall knocked out for more space and it had everything from weight machines to a set of rings, a balance beam and parallel bars. One would have been forgiven for assuming that Dick was training for the Olympics with that sort of set-up.
Jason just hummed a 'mmhm' sarcastically. He really doubted that Dick wasn't going out of his way for him, and there was no way he was taking his bed from him too. "I repeat, it's a huge bed. We can share it," he said before yawning. Well, he had meant to say that he wasn't going to take Dick's bed, not that they could share. Jason was totally blaming the drugs for anything he said until he was better. He was not responsible for anything he said anymore, nope.
"Whatever, soldier," laughed Dick. He sat up again and leaned over to pat Jason on the head, which he was pretty certain would infuriate the kid. "Why don't I rebandage your shoulder before you pass out again?" As usual, he didn't really wait for a reply, just got to work with deft fingers. The wound seemed to be doing well - a bit red around the edges, but the antibiotics would take care of any infection try to set up shop. Otherwise, it was hardly bleeding and as long as Jason didn't do something stupid and rip open the stiches, it would probably heal quickly.
Usually, that would have infuriated him, but the drugs were really making him not care, so much as glad Dick was close. He couldn't be that stubborn anyway because Dick had started on his bandages right away. Jason just watched Dick's hands move on his arm, removing the old bandages and replacing them with fresh ones. Watching Dick's hands also made sure he didn't see the wound. He didn't want to see it, stitched up or not. When Dick was finished, Jason laid back down, his good arm splayed on his stomach, reminding him of his lack of a shirt. "Do I get a shirt at some point, or am I the only one who gets to be half naked around here?" he asked, belatedly thinking that didn't make as much sense as he originally thought. Yup, blaming that on the drugs too.
"Are you cold? You can get under the covers if you want," said Dick, apparently misinterpretting the question. "It's probably better if you don't try to put anything on right now, you'll just pull at the stitches and bleed all over the place. And then I'll have to take the shirt off again to fix that, so there's really no point." He gave Jason a pat on his good shoulder. "Don't worry, I think you'll heal up pretty quickly." As far as the half-naked thing went, it wasn't like Dick wore all that much anyway. His current clothing consisted of black jeans - tight enough to show off his ass, but loose enough to move around in - and slate-blue tanktop that clung to his muscles and left little to the imagination. Dick really was a bit of a show-off like that.
"Not cold," he muttered, kind of glad Dick didn't take that the way his drugged up mind was thinking he should have. "You talk too much," he added, kind of wanting to shut up, but he was still coherent enough to tell his mind to shut up and to stop getting imaginative about Dick's clothing choices and being in his bed. Yeah, Jason's mind had rebelled, but he was going to keep his mouth in check as long as possible as he started to drift off. Sleeping would probably be better. He didn't sleep talk, at least he didn't think so...
"All right, all right. Get some sleep." There was a distinct fondness to Dick's smile as he reached out to ruffle Jason's hair and lightly nudge him back against the nest of pillows that he had so recently vacated. "Just holler if you need anything, I'll be in the next room." He stood, gathered up the soiled bandages, and headed out of the room to dispose of them before starting on his workout.