Been super into Batman and Nightwing lately!! :D Cg!Batman won first for the poll I posted a few days ago! He'd be so comforting and sweet! He's such a good papa! 🩷🩷🩷
This is based off of my headcannon post where I mention how Dick found out about Jason's regression!!
Warnings: Injury (Ankle fracture, stab wounds, stitching) and dissociation, quick mention of bile
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DRABBLE...BUT ITS 1.3K WORDS
Jason tumbled in from his window, his right foot had gone numb and made every movement feel like pulling teeth - pain shot through his ankle and radiated throughout his foot and calf. It didn't help that pain throbbed through his arm where the hilt of a blade still stuck out. Jason wasn't idiotic enough to rip the entire think out so he simply broke the handle off and kept fighting; somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that his movements got sloppier the longer the fight drew on but there was nothing he could do about it.
The hardwood floor quelled the ache in his bones and while he'd love to lay there on the cool floor all night Jason was pretty sure that would end in extreme blood loss and another trip to the after life. Yet, as he tried to force his body up to take care of his wounds his mind reeled back resisting settling into his own body and dealing with the pain shooting throughout his limbs. A weak whine settled into the air as Jason forced his grating arm to dig in his pocket and fish out his phone.
Blearily Jason sorted through his contacts and clicked the first one that somewhat resembled Dicks name, a few rings later and the line clicked through, "what's going on Jay? You usually don't call me, especially this late." Shuffling sounded through the line as Dick waited for a response.
"Nee' help, can't move Dick." Jason's brain seemed to fog over more, unconventionally dealing with the pain. Faintly he could hear the jingling of keys - Jason will never understand why Dick felt the need to add keychains to his car key ring. "Patr'l went poorly."
Dick huffed out a small laugh, "I can tell, you don't sound good Jay. I'll be there as soon as I can be." Through the haze Jason could barely make out the sound of Dick hanging up and making promises that won't matter (none of them will be retained). As the pain ravaged his body Jason fell further and further away from his body, everything began to spin and blur now that he could actually focus on himself instead of simply surviving.
Jason wasn't sure how much time had passed, suddenly Dick was in front of him though. His older brother's hands were fretting over him, attempting to bring him back to his body and help ease the pulsating pain. As the world finally came into focus Jason could make out a small smile on Dick's face, "hey Jaybird, you ready to get off the floor?"
Soft, that's what Dick was. Dick held a softness in his bones that covered Jason like a blanket and threatened to drown him in familiarity. The way his brother held his cheeks and examined him for any distress, the way he patiently waited for an answer, the way he involuntarily treated him like he was a kid.
A fog began to settle back over Jason's brain, this time it was like Dick, soft and comforting. "Mmhm, help?" The world felt too big and harsh for Jason, it was something he had experienced before when he had awoken from nightmares or come to after bad episodes. When he was alone this feeling was startling, yet it seemed to whisper a solace that he'd never find otherwise.
With someone else here, Jason found himself leaning into the feeling and plummeting into the fog, trusting that Dick would catch him. "Of course, Jaybird, c'mon let's get everything looked at." Without a second thought Dick crouched down and picked up Jason, resting the man against his hip. Dick deftly maneuvered through the house, avoiding side tables and countertops as he made his way to the bathroom.
Jason was sat on the countertop with his leg draped across the sink as Dick worked on unclasping the boots that Jason always insisted on wearing for patrol. As the right boot got tugged off Dick sucked in a breath, "oh Jay that looks bad." Dick tilted Jason's ankle to rest it again the cool ceramic though quickly adjusted it as Jason whined and tried to kick his leg away at the pressure. "Okay, okay sorry bud."
While Dick wasn't entirely sure he did have a wild guess at what was going on with Jason; it made sense with everything his brother had been through. When he stayed with the Titans Dick had witnessed a few of them regress when things had gotten stressful or whatnot. And right now? Everything he saw in them, he sees in Jason his baby brother.
"I'll get you all patched up kiddo, we just need to get those wounds looked at." Dick helped Jason pull off his jacket and compression shirt, trying his best to not aggravate the obvious shoulder wound (who knew a shoulder could bleed so much).
Once every wound was carefully examined, including Jason's head (Dick couldn't be too careful, a concussion would also explain some things), Dick hooked his car key off of his keychain and handed the jingling lanyard to Jason. The keys rattled in the boys hands and made quick work of distracting him from the gentle presses and murmurs Dick was doing while working on Jason's ankle.
Jason fiddled with the keychain before finding a small tempura plush, "soft." Dick looked up from bandaging Jason's ankle and tried to hide his smile at Jason figuring out that the tempura actually squeaked too, "squeak!" Squeak after squeak filled the room as Dick continued wrapping Jason's ankle, making sure it was thoroughly supported and would heal back together correctly.
The next time that Dick looked up the tempura was fitted between Jason's teeth as he gently gnawed on it, "what- Jay bud let's get that out of our mouth." Dick cautiously pulled the keychain out of Jason's mouth and tried to ignore the guilt that pooled in his heart at Jason tearing up. "I'm sorry baby but that plush is yucky, I haven't washed it recently."
Dick pretended he didn't see Jason begin to chew on his fingers, mentally he added pacifiers and bottles onto his shopping list for his baby brother. "Okay, birdie this is going to hurt a lot, but I need to close up your wounds or else you're gonna get real' dizzy." Dick swallowed the bile that rose in his throat from the idea of hurting his baby brother (even if unintentionally).
Jason hummed quietly and curled in on himself a bit, just enough that he felt comforted, but that Dick could still reach his wounds with ease. Isopropyl alcohol was poured on a clean rag before being gently wiped over Jason's wounds, blood still bubbled out but it was slow enough for Dick to thread and begin a vertical mattress stitch. Jason whimpered and tried not to fling himself away - he knew this was necessary.
A short while later, two stitches were done and tied off, and Jason was once again bundled in his brother's arms as Dick apologized and pressed kisses all over the boy's face making Jason giggle and try to push him back. "Dee' tickles!"
"There's my bubbly boy," Dick pinch Jason's nose before lifting him up, "let's go wind down on the couch birdie, it's way past a little boy's bedtime." Jason shook his head against Dick's shoulder, silently fighting this newfound bedtime. How dare his older brother care about his sleep?
Jason was sat on the couch with his foot propped against his coffee table once Dick had gotten Jason comfortable he sat down next to him and pulled the boy into his arms while reaching back to grab one of the various blankets Jason kept there for nights he crashed on the couch. "C'mon bud, lets get some rest."
“No ‘octor, ‘Addy!” Jason sobbed, gripping Bruce’s shirt tightly.
Bruce felt his heart break and held him tighter as he searched for Jason’s ducky pacifier.
That morning started like any other one. Bruce got up, got himself dressed and ready for the day. Then he went over to the nursery to wake up his two babies. Unfortunately, Jason woke up with a terrible cough. It scared Bruce, so he wasted no time in calling Leslie and asked her to come to the manor. However, Jason is terrified of the doctor and burst into tears as soon as he found out that Leslie was coming
Now, Bruce’s trying to keep Jason calm and relaxed. And he’s afraid it’s not working.
“I know, baby, I know,” Bruce tried to sooth, rubbing Jason’s back. “But Dr Leslie is going to help you feel better.”
Jason continued to sob and plead with him. He tended to be more emotional while regressed, but it still hurt Bruce every time to hear him cry.
Bruce felt terrible but he was worried about Jason. He eventually found the pacifier and gently coaxed it into Jason’s mouth before sitting down in the rocking chair he kept in his room.
“Try to rest, sweetheart,” Bruce placed a kiss on Jason’s forehead. “It’s going to be ok.”
“No! No!” Jason cried again, the pacifier distorting his words more. “‘Octor hurt, ‘Addy!”
Bruce hugged Jason and gently shushed him as he continued to rock.
Jason’s sobs were interrupted by another deep rattling cough that made Bruce hold him closer. It was a very nasty cough and it made him worry, which was why he called Leslie in the first place.
“Tati?” Another voice called out.
Bruce looked up and saw Dick standing in the doorway.
“Yes, chum?” Bruce asked, still rocking Jason. He saw a piece of paper in Dick’s hand
Dick held up the paper. It was a get well soon card. Bruce smiled.
“Oh, thank you, baby,” he said. “Jay is going to love it.”
“I give to Jay Jay?” Dick asked. He took a step forward but Bruce shook his head.
“Not right now, chum,” Bruce said gently. “Jay is very sick and needs rest.”
“I help Jay Jay,” Dick pouted. “I help—”
“Dick,” Bruce interrupted firmly but not unkindly, “You can’t help right now. I don’t want you to get sick.”
Dick sniffled. “I wanna help Jay Jay ‘eel bwetter…”
Bruce felt terrible for telling Dick ‘no’. But he had to stay firm.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” said Bruce. “But I have to make sure you don’t catch this either—”
“Ickie,” Jason whimpered. He reached for Dick. “Ickie hugs...”
“No, baby,” Bruce told him, gently keeping him close. “You can’t give Buba hugs right now. You’re too sick—”
Jason burst into tears again. Bruce resumed rubbing his back.
“You don’t want to get sick,” Bruce said Dick before looking down at Jason, “and you don’t want to get people sick.”
“I wanna Ickie!” Jason wailed, coughing roughly.
Bruce wasn’t sure what to do. He wanted to keep them safe and healthy.
I just wanted to share a snippet of my first agere fic. Would you guys be interested in seeing more of it? Or have any advice for me? Any help is appreciated!
“No ‘octor, ‘Addy!” Jason sobbed, gripping Bruce’s shirt tightly.
Bruce felt his heart break and held him tighter as he searched for Jason’s ducky pacifier.
“I know, baby, I know,” Bruce tried to sooth, rubbing Jason’s back. “But Dr Leslie is going to help you feel better.”
Jason continued to sob and plead with him. He tended to be more emotional while regressed and it still hurt Bruce every time to hear him cry.
Bruce felt terrible but he was worried about Jason. He eventually found the pacifier and gently coaxed it into Jason’s mouth before sitting down in the rocking chair he kept in his room.
“Try to rest, sweetheart,” Bruce placed a kiss on Jason’s forehead. “It’s going to be ok.”
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