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It wasn't Dick's determination that unsettled him. That part was familiar. Dick had always been willing to shoulder more than anyone should have to, carrying impossible situations with a smile until the cracks only showed when no one else was looking.
It was the way he'd said it.
The looks and touches... they're nothing I'm not used to already.
Like it was normal.
Jason felt something hot and sharp settle behind his ribs. He understood exactly what Dick meant because he'd made the same kind of excuses to himself before. You survived it once. You can survive it again. Knowing what was coming didn't make it easier; it just gave you more time to dread it.
"You shouldn't have to be used to it," Jason said sharply and when they got out of here - 'when', Jason refused to acknowledge that it could be 'if' - they'd talk. They would have to.
His jaw worked for a second before he looked away, forcing himself to swallow everything else he wanted to say. There wasn't time for it. They could spend hours arguing over which of them was more expendable, who had the right to make this choice, whether either of them should have been here at all.
None of it would change the locked door.
Or the people waiting beyond it.
Jason exhaled slowly and nodded once.
"You're right."
Crossing to the sink, he turned the rusted faucet until water sputtered into the basin. He grabbed a stained towel hanging nearby, soaked one corner, and wrung it out with deliberate slowness. If anyone outside was paying attention, they needed to hear exactly what they'd expect to hear.
He held the towel out to Dick.
"Here."
His voice had slipped back into the rougher tone he'd been using upstairs, though only slightly. It was close enough to his cover if someone happened to be listening through the door, but quiet enough that Dick would hear the concern beneath it.
"Get some of the dirt off your face," he muttered. "They said they wanted you cleaned up."
The words nearly caught in his throat.
Jason busied himself with the sink instead of looking directly at Dick, giving him what little privacy the room could offer. His hands found a comb sitting beside the basin, old and missing a few teeth, and he set it on the bench without comment.
Then he glanced toward the door.
"They'll expect me to bring you back looking compliant," he said. "When that door opens again..." His eyes found Dick's for just a second. "...we go back to strangers."
It felt wrong even saying it, but they had no choice.
No choice.
He almost flinched at the sharp words, blinking at Jason in surprise. They were words he'd said to others plenty of times before, probably in similar situations, but he'd never had them directed at him before.
And what did it matter in any case? No, he shouldn't have to be used to it - no one should have to be used to it - but he was. So he may as well get some use out of it, right? Seemed logical enough to him, even if it didn't help the deep-set dread slowly simmering in his stomach.
At least he could keep that off his face.
Jason had enough to worry about without him needlessly adding to. There was no way Jason wasn't going to worry about him as it was; the least Dick could do was try and minimize that worry as much as possible.
He could handle this.
He had to.
The shift in Jason's voice did not go unnoticed, though Dick didn't bother replying. There wasn't a need; anyone listening through the door wouldn't be surprised at silence on his part, given he was supposed to be drugged to the gills anyway. Silence meant no liberties being taken.
He wiped himself down with the wet towel, not even considering the idea of undressing; the towel just got slid under his clothes as much as possible, which also had the bonus of getting them strategically damp in places. He did, however, unbutton the top- and bottom-most buttons on his shirt, to give the illusion that it had been at least opened if not fully removed.
It was likely expected that Jason would be doing the cleaning, after all, and no guard worth his pay would let prize merchandise through without some kind of visual inspection. No one outside this room needed to know that hadn't happened.
"I know," Dick said quietly, combing his hair as well as the broken comb would allow. His job now was to make himself look as presentable as possible, which was difficult without a decent mirror and an actual hair brush but not entirely impossible.
When he was done he set the comb back down and glanced up at Jason for one last question. "…what are the chances of you being on the transport tonight?" Dick was assuming fairly slim what with Jason's earlier reaction, but if he'd managed to earn enough trust to be allowed unsupervised with a captive...well, maybe they'd both be seeing the next stage in this operation.
Bruce, what do you have to say to the allegations that, in another world, Ra's Al Ghul forced you into a position to detonate the Batcave to take him out, taking you out in the process and leaving Gotham to the kids to deal with things they had no idea were even going on?
"I've been advised too many times never to say anything about allegations."
But he'd hope that that particular Bruce Wayne at least left the kids with the skills and tools they'd need to finish whatever job he couldn't.
And he'd hope that none of them are stupid enough to try and take up the cowl themselves. None of them need to carry that curse.
"..."
"Rude, honestly. He better replace it."
Part 1 of What if Jason watched the footage from the Hush fight?
Part 2 Here
The kiss found them naturally, almost familiar now, lingering longer than the ones before it. Jason's fingers slid from Dick's jaw into the hair at the nape of his neck, not pulling, simply holding him there as though reassuring himself that Dick was real. He felt Dick's hand settle against him in return, and the quiet certainty of that touch made it impossible not to lean in further.
Their chairs scraped softly across the floor as Jason shifted closer without thinking. His knee brushed Dick's beneath the table, then remained there, the distance between them disappearing until the table itself felt like the only thing keeping them apart.
When the kiss deepened, it wasn't hurried or desperate. It was the kind born from months of stolen glances and years of feelings neither of them had dared to name. Jason breathed softly against Dick's lips, lingering close each time they parted for the briefest moment before finding each other again.
And this time, Jason surged closer, his hand still in Dick's hair, the desire trickling along his spine. There was a part of him that told him to calm down, to pull away, to think this over and wait for a time when he felt more like himself. But, they were here now. Dick had seen him and still wanted him. He wanted Dick closer, to be closer. Too see and feel all of him.
And it felt - God, it felt good.
The renewed kiss was all the answer Dick needed. He leaned into it, shivering slightly as Jason's fingers slid along his neck to tease into his hair. Not pulling, not insisting or urging or trying to push anything, just holding him with the kind of gentle firmness that said clearly if he needed to back away he could.
He knew he wouldn't.
He didn't want to.
Distantly he heard the scrape of a chair across the floor. His or Jason's, it didn't much matter; Jason's leg was now pressed softly against his, the kiss between them getting deeper, closer, somehow softer and yet all the more intense for that. It was as if they were trading breaths each time they parted, Jason's sustaining Dick and vice versa.
Hell, maybe they were; they couldn't stay apart for longer than a heartbeat as it was.
And then Jason was leaning closer still, and suddenly being side by side wasn't enough anymore. They were going to have to move, or at least one of them was; Dick needed to be closer, to have his arms fully around Jason, to hold and be held, and god maybe this was a stupid idea, maybe it would be too much too soon, but the way Jason was kissing him right now, the way Jason's hand threaded into his hair…
How could he refuse?
In one fluid movement Dick left his chair to straddle Jason's lap, both arms wrapping around Jason's shoulders without breaking the kiss. They could actually move in a minute; for now this would do just fine.
"-peacock noises-" { Roy to Dick from when they were like 14 @eccentricity-en-personae }
@lazaruspitreborn "Second Robin was worst Robin! Thank goodness he's gone!" (because Jason would and will weaponize his death)
"You fucking take that back."
"Green Arrow's a fuckin' punk!" [Kyle @ Roy >w> either he gets enthusiastic agreement or angry yelling; whichever one, he wins XD]
-- "We're just learning this now?"
"Nah, I've known for a while."
"Speedy got what was coming to him!" { Roy trying to find Dick and also just speaking his truth lmao @eccentricity-en-personae }
[Yell something to find the boys || accepting]
You better duck, Roy, that's an escrima stick flying right at your head >w>
Other than my muse's name, what would your muse shout to locate mine amidst a crowd?
"Lion King is the best retelling of Hamlet!" [dick does not believe this but he doesn't trust Jason to respond to anything less egregious >w>]
-- "Fuck off with that!" Shit. Got spotted. Whoops.
"Aha! Found you!"
Roy thinks that Dick could use a vacation. Maybe to the reservation?
"Roy, if you want to go home for a while you don't need to use me as an excuse."
jason thinks dickie has a thing for kory.
"That was a long time ago."
talia thinks her husband doesn't sleep enough.
[How does your muse describe mine? || accepting]
"Talia needs reminding that we've never been married."
"One of the best men I've ever known. He taught me a lot--good and bad--about how to make the world a better place and how to find my place in it. Honestly, even with everything that's happened, I don't regret a single thing. He's become the father I've always needed, and I don't know if there's anything I can do to appropriately show him that. I love him a lot." {Tim about Bruce @eccentricity-en-personae}
[How does your muse describe mine? || accepting]
"…He's a good boy. I don't tell him that often enough. And I'm proud of him."
hal calls you his hope, kyle.
[How does your muse describe mine? || accepting]
"...he's ridiculous." And yet Kyle is still blushing over a compliment from his husband.
