I got desperate. They tried to make me play. I had to promise something better in my place and I know you love it, so. Worked out? Please donāt make Gar cry.
Oh did they finally stop pussyfooting around? Nice. Good for them. Remind me to give both of them a shovel talk.
You're very confident about this, huh? Alright, fine. You make it here in ten-which is five now, I'll remind you- I'll make pancakes and we can see just how well you can multitask on the way home. You don't make it here in five, you play four rounds and don't bitch about it.
I don't know if I'd go that far. They're super obvious to me, but I haven't explicitly asked them about it. Maybe that's what you should do, and report back to me.
I know. Which is four now. Wow, cutthroat negotiator, you really don't disappoint. Fine. Multitask? Are you saying what I think you're saying?
[ Jason wonāt get a response for a few minutes, but after Dick focuses enough to close in some distance, he texts Jason again. ]
You really know how to up the heat.
Look up.
[ heāll be shocked if he didnāt get speed trapped, but this car is registered under a false identity anyway, meaning it was worth every controlled close call it took to ride the shoulder and pinch the gaps between traffic to get here.
he smiles when Jason catches his eye from across the arrivals hall, and as much as he tries to temper the grin, he fails, and ends up snorting into Jasonās shoulder when he pulls his boyfriend into a hug. ]
[He kept an eye on his phone during the silence, one part waiting for Dick's response, but also watching the time. He was a man of his word, after all. He didn't set challenges he wasn't willing to pay for.
He grinned as his screen flared to life, his brother's cocky voice easy to hear in his mind as he read the words and looked up. He was standing and drawing the other man into his arms as soon as he could, Dick's snorting laugh echoed by Jason.]
Yeah, well...you pulled the 'I'm a cop' card to get here, so I guess I can't be too mad.
[He pulled back from the hug only just enough to be able to cup Dick's face in his hand so he could kiss him.]
[ Jason will feel Dick's smile as a quiet, happy sound presses into the kiss. ]
Missed you too, babybird. [ the nickname slips out easily with not a small amount of irony, and the teasing amusement softens his eyes as he pulls back to take Jason's hand instead. his other reaches out for Jason's bag. ]
Come on. I don't wanna waste another minute here. How was the flight? Did you fly business? [ hard to imagine Jason fitting himself into an economy seat. ]
[The nickname got a snort and a bit of an eyeroll, but Jason still let his hand be captured and let Dick take his bag. Well, the bag that wasn't already resting on his shoulder, anyway.
Either he'd brought extra gear or he was planning on staying longer than just a long weekend.]
Nah, that's Timmy's title now. He's the baby of the family, right?
[Bringing Dick's hand up to his lips, he kissed the knuckles that were just as scarred up as his own.]
Of course I flew business. That's an eight hour flight. Like hell am I going to eat my knees for eight hours.
[ Staying longer than a weekend is the answer that Dick is hoping for, even though he knows an extended time away is an extended amount of work Jason would have had to front load. Though the other option is not unlikely either, given the not-so-subtle complaints about the equipment at the gym that last time theyād ended up in a pile on the mats. Both seem likely. Dick shoulders the bag.
Either way, he wants to find out how many more scars mar Jasonās skin, and whether the fading bruises from last time have disappeared over their month apart. Heās determined to map it all again.
The lips grazing his knuckles has his smile going a little melty, along with the proclamation that Timās a part of the family. Itās always nice to see the rocky footing settle out. ]
Rightāyouāre still officially little wing, though. [ his brow lifts teasingly. ] But, thatās real sweet of you, passing on your title like that. He would appreciate it if he ever found out.
[ Truth is, itās been a challenge continuing their little ruse with people who are so close to him. ]
Still, itās a long flight. I think you deserve a massage.
[It might be even more of a challenge if any of the kids got a look at what was in his bag.
Snorting softly, Jason nevertheless smirked as he followed along beside his brother turned boyfriend, their fingers laced together in the sort of easy connection that Jason had never really thought he'd be allowed to have. Life didn't work that way.
Not for him.]
You know I'm not actually a bird anymore, right? But 'little wing' has always been mine. Tim can have babybird. It suits him, feathers and all.
[The walk out of the airport was straight forward enough now that Dick was actually there, and the younger man put up no fights about sinking down into the passenger seat of the classy little car that had taken Dickie's fancy this month.]
Mmm, I might take you up on that massage, pretty bird. But first, get us back on the road before we see if I'm still flexible enough to give road head.
[ Life didn't usually work that way, no, not for long, at least. For Dick, the bouts of normal and easy have always been short-lived, cut off or foregone for whatever cause greater than his own life. It resulted in bitterness, for a while, where he pushed everyone he could away and kept them at arms' length the same way he'd done to Jason for a little while. If he didn't have to struggle for it, then he didn't deserve it.
But now, he wanted to believe otherwise. He wanted to think that they were allowed to have it because they would both work hard to keep this in their lives, even if their time together were only weekends.
Even if Jason wasn't a bird anymore. ]
Baby bat, then. [ A sideways mirthful smile tugged at his mouth as he glanced at Jason, knowing his aversion to being associated with anything bat, but how could he not? ] I'd say puppy, but dogs don't have wings. [ He gestured over his chest, where Red Hood's emblem sat on Jason's chest.
It turned out that the car of the month presented an extra challenge to flexibility. It sat extremely low to the ground, meaning their legs were almost completely stretched in front of them. However, the windows were tinted dark enough that they had lots of privacy. He gave a long, curious glance to the duffle Jason tossed in the back, though the chance to ask about it came and went when Jason opens with that in the passenger seat.
Dick's smirk widened, looking almost surprised before he laughed, unable to help the way he bit his lip while the engine revved up to a sensual purr. ]
Not wasting any more time on conversation, hm? [ What was crazy was how Jason could work him up like this, but always the romantic, Dick leaned across the centre console and stole a deep kiss first. ]
Get on your knees if you need to. I won't mind. [ He nipped on Jason's lower lip as he pulled back, shifting into first gear of the stick drive car before pulling out of the parking garage. ]
[The universe could pry this little bit of happiness from his cold, dead fingers as far as Jason was concerned. He'd never been one to expect the world to owe him anything, even despite the absolute shit hand that he'd been dealt, but he'd be damned if he let Dick go without a fight.
Even when Dick was an asshole.]
Call me 'bat' again and I'll bite it off, Dickface. [The words and tone were joking, but there was a hardness in them that whispered of at least a little truth. He was good with Dick and was getting better with Tim, but Bruce? Bruce could go take a long walk off a short pier as far as Jason was concerned.
At least, that was what he told himself. The reality was a little more convoluted, but it wasn't something that he particularly wanted to linger on. Not when it had been a month since he'd felt Dick's skin under his hands.
The car was nice. A bit different than Jason's preferred muscle cars, but the sleek lines and sensual purr fit Dick to a tee and Jason had to admit that the older man looked particularly delicious with those long fingers wrapped around a gear shift.]
Conversation isn't a 'waste', I've just missed tasting you on my tongue. I can wait if you want, though...
[He smirked, reaching over to slide his hand down along one denim clad thigh.]
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I got desperate. They tried to make me play. I had to promise something better in my place and I know you love it, so. Worked out? Please donāt make Gar cry.
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On purpose.
But only if you play at least one round with us.
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Just one round. Not at least one round.
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Two rounds and I'll make pancakes. Three and I'll make Alfie's chocolate chip cookies.
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Hang on, that's not what you said before. Pancakes if I get there in 10, remember?
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Yeah, but you're already like halfway there and I'm not hearing the purr of your engine, prettybird. But fine, double pancakes if you play two rounds.
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I'll make it, don't worry. Cookies if I play two rounds.
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You're very confident about this, huh? Alright, fine. You make it here in ten-which is five now, I'll remind you- I'll make pancakes and we can see just how well you can multitask on the way home. You don't make it here in five, you play four rounds and don't bitch about it.
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I know. Which is four now. Wow, cutthroat negotiator, you really don't disappoint. Fine. Multitask? Are you saying what I think you're saying?
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but after Dick focuses enough to close in some distance, he texts Jason again. ]
You really know how to up the heat.
Look up.
[ heāll be shocked if he didnāt get speed trapped, but this car is registered under a false identity anyway, meaning it was worth every controlled close call it took to ride the shoulder and pinch the gaps between traffic to get here.
he smiles when Jason catches his eye from across the arrivals hall, and as much as he tries to temper the grin, he fails, and ends up snorting into Jasonās shoulder when he pulls his boyfriend into a hug. ]
Sorry Iām late.
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He grinned as his screen flared to life, his brother's cocky voice easy to hear in his mind as he read the words and looked up. He was standing and drawing the other man into his arms as soon as he could, Dick's snorting laugh echoed by Jason.]
Yeah, well...you pulled the 'I'm a cop' card to get here, so I guess I can't be too mad.
[He pulled back from the hug only just enough to be able to cup Dick's face in his hand so he could kiss him.]
Missed you, prettybird.
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Missed you too, babybird. [ the nickname slips out easily with not a small amount of irony, and the teasing amusement softens his eyes as he pulls back to take Jason's hand instead. his other reaches out for Jason's bag. ]
Come on. I don't wanna waste another minute here. How was the flight? Did you fly business? [ hard to imagine Jason fitting himself into an economy seat. ]
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Either he'd brought extra gear or he was planning on staying longer than just a long weekend.]
Nah, that's Timmy's title now. He's the baby of the family, right?
[Bringing Dick's hand up to his lips, he kissed the knuckles that were just as scarred up as his own.]
Of course I flew business. That's an eight hour flight. Like hell am I going to eat my knees for eight hours.
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Either way, he wants to find out how many more scars mar Jasonās skin, and whether the fading bruises from last time have disappeared over their month apart. Heās determined to map it all again.
The lips grazing his knuckles has his smile going a little melty, along with the proclamation that Timās a part of the family. Itās always nice to see the rocky footing settle out. ]
Rightāyouāre still officially little wing, though. [ his brow lifts teasingly. ] But, thatās real sweet of you, passing on your title like that. He would appreciate it if he ever found out.
[ Truth is, itās been a challenge continuing their little ruse with people who are so close to him. ]
Still, itās a long flight. I think you deserve a massage.
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Snorting softly, Jason nevertheless smirked as he followed along beside his brother turned boyfriend, their fingers laced together in the sort of easy connection that Jason had never really thought he'd be allowed to have. Life didn't work that way.
Not for him.]
You know I'm not actually a bird anymore, right? But 'little wing' has always been mine. Tim can have babybird. It suits him, feathers and all.
[The walk out of the airport was straight forward enough now that Dick was actually there, and the younger man put up no fights about sinking down into the passenger seat of the classy little car that had taken Dickie's fancy this month.]
Mmm, I might take you up on that massage, pretty bird. But first, get us back on the road before we see if I'm still flexible enough to give road head.
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But now, he wanted to believe otherwise. He wanted to think that they were allowed to have it because they would both work hard to keep this in their lives, even if their time together were only weekends.
Even if Jason wasn't a bird anymore. ]
Baby bat, then. [ A sideways mirthful smile tugged at his mouth as he glanced at Jason, knowing his aversion to being associated with anything bat, but how could he not? ] I'd say puppy, but dogs don't have wings. [ He gestured over his chest, where Red Hood's emblem sat on Jason's chest.
It turned out that the car of the month presented an extra challenge to flexibility. It sat extremely low to the ground, meaning their legs were almost completely stretched in front of them. However, the windows were tinted dark enough that they had lots of privacy. He gave a long, curious glance to the duffle Jason tossed in the back, though the chance to ask about it came and went when Jason opens with that in the passenger seat.
Dick's smirk widened, looking almost surprised before he laughed, unable to help the way he bit his lip while the engine revved up to a sensual purr. ]
Not wasting any more time on conversation, hm? [ What was crazy was how Jason could work him up like this, but always the romantic, Dick leaned across the centre console and stole a deep kiss first. ]
Get on your knees if you need to. I won't mind. [ He nipped on Jason's lower lip as he pulled back, shifting into first gear of the stick drive car before pulling out of the parking garage. ]
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Even when Dick was an asshole.]
Call me 'bat' again and I'll bite it off, Dickface. [The words and tone were joking, but there was a hardness in them that whispered of at least a little truth. He was good with Dick and was getting better with Tim, but Bruce? Bruce could go take a long walk off a short pier as far as Jason was concerned.
At least, that was what he told himself. The reality was a little more convoluted, but it wasn't something that he particularly wanted to linger on. Not when it had been a month since he'd felt Dick's skin under his hands.
The car was nice. A bit different than Jason's preferred muscle cars, but the sleek lines and sensual purr fit Dick to a tee and Jason had to admit that the older man looked particularly delicious with those long fingers wrapped around a gear shift.]
Conversation isn't a 'waste', I've just missed tasting you on my tongue. I can wait if you want, though...
[He smirked, reaching over to slide his hand down along one denim clad thigh.]