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deadbirdarising: Not mine, is it yours? (pic#16790646)

[personal profile] deadbirdarising 2023-11-15 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[The difference was, all Jason knew was the 'once upon a time'. He hadn't worked with Nightwing. Hell, he'd barely worked with Dick while they'd shared the Robin costume, Dick running off to join the force as soon as he had.

The last time he'd worked with Dick, Dick had been fighting with Bruce and Bruce had taken it out on him and...not a whole lot of learning had happened. They'd eventually gotten there, but it hadn't exactly been easy. Jason had pretty much just let Dick make the calls so they didn't butt heads about things.

The explanation made him arch a brow, though, a small smirk on his lips as he finished chewing his bite.]


You know, you could have just said that you didn't want to sleep with me. I could have leaned harder on the mark to just pick me over you.
deadbirdarising: Not mine, is it yours? (Do you hear yourself talk)

[personal profile] deadbirdarising 2023-11-15 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[He was going to take a second bite when that first sentence fell out of Dick's mouth and he abruptly froze, eyes widening as he processed what was just said.

Dick....what?!?

Before he really had a chance to process, however, Dick continued and his disbelief was quickly overridden by mild insult.]


Excuse you, I am perfectly capable of taking point in a honey pot mission without going in 'fast and hard'. I'm a great lay and I'm a master at guiding pillow talk. I once got the GCPD force patrol grid timing of Park Row out of a detective just by playing with his chest hair, so you can take that little assessment and shove it up your ass. And that was without Bat training, so there. [He didn't give in to the urge to stick his tongue out at the older man, but he did finally take that second bite.]
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deadbirdarising: Not mine, is it yours? (Bombastic side-eye)

[personal profile] deadbirdarising 2023-11-16 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[He'd meant to lighten the mood, not make Dick look like he'd sucked on a lemon. Yeah, it was mildly insulting to think that he couldn't be a decent honey pot for whatever reason, but he wasn't actually upset by it. But watching Dick shut down like that was...concerning.

Shifting to sit crosslegged, half sideways on the ledge, he reached out to nudge the older man with his boot.]


You are being way too serious about this, Dickiebird. What is going on in that head of yours?
deadbirdarising: (Brooding. It runs in the family.)

[personal profile] deadbirdarising 2023-11-16 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[And it would have worked....except that Jason had witnessed the fights between Dick and Bruce. He'd been there and got to see all of that go down and then, after all the dust settled, he got to see Dick come over to him. And try to act like he wasn't upset to try and make sure that Jason wasn't upset.

And that tone was surprisingly similar to what he was hearing now.

He arched a brow, the chili dog cradled in his hand, mostly forgotten.]


Stop trying to manage me, Dickface. Whatever it is, just spit it out.
deadbirdarising: Not mine, is it yours? (Sads)

[personal profile] deadbirdarising 2023-11-16 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of all the things he'd expected to hear, that wasn't one of them. He cocked his head a little in confusion, but he didn't immediately open his mouth to expel exactly how much those words hurt and, honestly, he should get a medal for that.

Hadn't Dickie just said that sex with him wasn't what was bothering him? Or had that been an outright lie?]


Is it the 'brothers' thing? Cause, you know....we're not actually related. We haven't even spent that much time together.

But fine, I guess. I'll back off from trying to help. Just...find someone to be on the other side of that comm, man. I don't like the look of that guy.
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[personal profile] deadbirdarising 2023-11-17 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't understand what isn't being said, Grayson. He's good, but he's not that good. Being blunt and not mincing words is the best way to get your point across, especially to someone who was, admittedly, a little thick at times.

He was thinking that Dick was uncomfortable with him being on the case because of the brother thing, not because sex with him would get complicated. He blinked when the truth came out, but he didn't look immediately off put by the idea.]


Huh. I guess that makes sense. I mean, it would mean something to me, so I can see it.

[He was far too comfortable just admitting that, but there you go. Sometimes removing the filter was the best option.

He took another bite of his chili dog, chewing thoughtfully before he smirked and chuckled]


Good thing you're not trying to impress me. Chili dogs as a first date would not get you to any bases. Just saying.
deadbirdarising: Not mine, is it yours? (pic#16790646)

[personal profile] deadbirdarising 2023-11-17 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Maybe it's time to stop trying to predict Jason's reactions. He is, after all, still only human. The Pit Madness is still very real, but he'd spent a lot of time and effort learning how to control it. How to not let it control him.

It took work and willpower- and maybe a little bit of therapy that he hadn't exactly told Dick about, yet- but he was far more relaxed than he had been the last time Dick had seen him. The whole 'eight heads in a duffle bag' situation and all.

As for how relaxed he was about the topic...well, his mindset was actually very close to Dick's on that. Sex was just a tool in his tool belt. It had always been that way.]


No, it's a great date. But not a first date, Dickie. Come on, sometimes a guy likes to know he's special. Add a blanket and some pillows and maybe some pretend stargazing and I'm sold, though. 10 outta 10, would kiss you goodnight.
deadbirdarising: Not mine, is it yours? (pic#16790645)

[personal profile] deadbirdarising 2023-11-17 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
[He rolled his eyes, but he was still grinning as he popped the last of his chili dog into his mouth. The paper slip got folded and slipped into the pocket of his jeans and then he was flopping back to lay out on the ledge as he finished chewing, his arms folding up to pillow his head.

Dick's far too small shirt rode up far too much with the motion.]


I don't know about the beach, but a picnic sounds nice. No wine, never got a taste for the stuff, but bread and cheese sound good. Maybe pack a new book. Settle in under a shade tree and just take turns reading to each other.

[He wasn't being wistful. No, that would be silly.

Clearing his throat, he let one leg dangle out over the edge.]


Nobody does shit like that anymore, dude. It's all gone the way of handwritten love letters and heartfelt conversations. Today's world is too broken for it. Besides, you'd crawl outta your skin in a situation like that.
deadbirdarising: Not mine, is it yours? (Sads)

[personal profile] deadbirdarising 2023-11-17 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[He grinned up at the sky, shaking his head a little. He didn't believe that for a second, but also...the mental image of Dick Grayson surrounded by toddlers with a book and that perfect fucking smile...

It did things to his stomach that he didn't give it permission to do.]


Whatever you say, Dickiebird. [And if his voice was far too fond and far too soft to have ever come from Jason Todd, well there was no one there to hear it.]
deadbirdarising: Not mine, is it yours? (Bombastic side-eye)

[personal profile] deadbirdarising 2023-11-17 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, I've never stolen Christmas!

[He smirked, lightly kicking out with his dangling leg to tap Dick's with the toe of his boot. No rough housing this close to the edge, but he didn't think that counted.]

I'm actually pretty good with kids. I volunteer in a lot of my shelters if they're running low on staff and I don't have any time sensitive cases.
deadbirdarising: Not mine, is it yours? (Bombastic side-eye)

[personal profile] deadbirdarising 2023-11-17 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of course he didn't protest the Grinch part. He has a reputation to uphold, after all.

His smile was still soft and kind of sleepy as he smoothly sat up, the muscles of his stomach bunching under that stupid shirt. But he was nodding and actually looked a little content with the idea.

He wouldn't be able to leave Gotham for long, his empire needed it's leader, but a vacation to somewhere with actual sunshine sounded nice.]


That sounds like a lovely first date. But for now, come on. I think we've lost any tail we did have. Let's go home. You need a shower, you smell like his cologne.