When Dick gets in from patrolling that night there's a bright red helmet on his couch that can be armed six different ways and a boy perched on his counter that's even deadlier.
"What is this shit," Jason says, scowling at the pint of ice cream in his hand. "I know you're probably the most boring lay in the world, but vanilla ice cream, bro? I'm sad for you."
It goes like this sometimes.
Sometimes Jason's all fury and rage, blood of his enemies' enemies smeared across his face, other times it's like he never got on that plane to Ethiopia at all, showing up at Dick's doorstep at four in the morning like he didn't just try to blow him up last week, stab him in the heart the week before.
"Well you ate all the chocolate," Dick says instead of what are you doing here? or I should turn you in.
Instead of doing what he should do, Dick does what he always does instead. He goes to stand in the space between Jason's legs like gravity is pulling him there, licks the melted ice cream off the spoon when Jason feeds it to him, then lets
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DAMN YOU. I was not actually expecting you to write this one because I know how much you LOVE writing Dick Grayson, but I'm so happy you did because this is SO GOOD. I love the way you write Jason here, and just It goes like this sometimes. That's. That's. That sums up their canon relationship so fucking well I want to die.
Sometimes Jason's all fury and rage, blood of his enemies' enemies smeared across his face, other times it's like he never got on that plane to Ethiopia at all, showing up at Dick's doorstep at four in the morning like he didn't just try to blow him up last week, stab him in the heart the week before. That is BEAUTIFUL.
He goes to stand in the space between Jason's legs like gravity is pulling him there, licks the melted ice cream off the spoon when Jason feeds it to him, then lets Jason lick it off his tongue. I want. I want that visual tattooed to my eyes.
god, I love this so much, you don't even understand. THANK YOU.
EEEEEE! I'm getting calmer about writer Dick, actually, but there's something about Dick and Jason (when not involving Bruce, natch) that I can't really GET. But I know you love it and when YOU write it I love it, so I try. :D I'm glad you liked, bbcakes :*
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"What is this shit," Jason says, scowling at the pint of ice cream in his hand. "I know you're probably the most boring lay in the world, but vanilla ice cream, bro? I'm sad for you."
It goes like this sometimes.
Sometimes Jason's all fury and rage, blood of his enemies' enemies smeared across his face, other times it's like he never got on that plane to Ethiopia at all, showing up at Dick's doorstep at four in the morning like he didn't just try to blow him up last week, stab him in the heart the week before.
"Well you ate all the chocolate," Dick says instead of what are you doing here? or I should turn you in.
Instead of doing what he should do, Dick does what he always does instead. He goes to stand in the space between Jason's legs like gravity is pulling him there, licks the melted ice cream off the spoon when Jason feeds it to him, then lets ( ... )
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Sometimes Jason's all fury and rage, blood of his enemies' enemies smeared across his face, other times it's like he never got on that plane to Ethiopia at all, showing up at Dick's doorstep at four in the morning like he didn't just try to blow him up last week, stab him in the heart the week before.
That is BEAUTIFUL.
He goes to stand in the space between Jason's legs like gravity is pulling him there, licks the melted ice cream off the spoon when Jason feeds it to him, then lets Jason lick it off his tongue.
I want. I want that visual tattooed to my eyes.
god, I love this so much, you don't even understand. THANK YOU.
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