Also I think Iâm legally obligated to drop a HC when I stop by since everyone has been sending such cuuuuute ones lol. If you wanna copy and paste this you totally can but itâs not super long!
Anytime Jason drinks around Dick it is Wrestle-mania vigilante edition. He can not help himself, he starts with beer, and it always ends up tasting like, âmy brother looks waaaayyyy to smug rn I should fix that.â
It almost always ends with one of them being tickled senseless. Sure Jason starts it, but he canât always finish it when heâs two sheets to the wind lol.
I can just imagine Dick taking a header through one of Jasonâs windowâs and he stops mid stride when he seeâs Jason and Wally both nursing a glass of brown liquid in the kitchen. Probably cheap whiskey if Dick had to guess.
Heâs used to it by now, so when Jason grins widely at him and sets the glass down, he knows better than to think his little brother just wants a hug. No. Heâs about to tackle Dick to the rug, fingers prodding into his rib cage while Jason shouts about âwhoâs the shrimp now, asshole?!â And âyou used to torment me! Itâs only fair!â
âTickling is not tormenting!â Dick would argue through his laughter, trying to catch one of Jasonâs hands. The big idiot was fast, even when he was inebriated. âWest, a little help?â
âJaybird, you empty? You want another glass?â He grinned.
âFuck you, Wally!â Dick laughed as Jasonâs clumsy hands tried to pry his arm away from his side, worming his fingers into Dickâs armpit. âJahahay- cut it out! God you smell like a brewery!â
âYou just said itâs not torment, so what do you care?â He had a lazy grin on his face, eyes looking a little heavy. âAnd I smell great! Asshole!â To prove his point his leaned down, getting close to Dickâs face before lifting his arm and shoving his armpit towards him. âSee? Like a field of daisies,â he ignored Dickâs protests and shoves.
âLittle Wing!â Dick had had enough, obliging his little brother was one thing, this was another. âDisgusting,â he mumbled as he managed to free one hand from under Jasonâs knee and immediately stuck it into the armpit heâd thrust towards Dickâs face.
Jason let out a yelp followed by a string of giggles, which he never would have let out so easily sober, and clamped his arm down. Wally watched on from the kitchen and didnât dare get involved as Dick expertly rolled, and maneuvered to wrap Jason up in some kind of hold that Wally didnât think he could attempt even in his wildest dreams.
âWhy is it,â Dick started, grabbing the wrist of the hand Jason was trying to punch him in the back with. âThat you have to attack me when you drink?â Dick huffed, trying to find a tone of real irritation, it didnât quite reach him.
âYouâre an easy target?â Jason grinned, letting out a grunt when Dick tightened his hold.
âReally?â Dick raised an eyebrow. âHow easy of a target can I be if Iâm winning?â He finally managed to stop wiggling them both around. Jason was firmly pinned to the dirty rug, Alfred would have a conniption. âMaybe thatâs what you wanted all along? Hmm?â He cooâed. âA little attention? Affection?â He pinched Jasonâs cheek that wasnât pressed against the floor.
Jason bared his teeth in response. âShut up, Dickwing!â He growled, though Dick pinching at his hip and sending him into cackles didnât cut the intimidating figure he wanted to come across. Hearing his annoyance, Dick amped up his attack, needing into his brotherâs hipbone, pinching and squeezing with expert precision.
Jason was coming undone underneath him, any quiet, reserved laughter was now shouts and shrieks, his head dipped back and his mouth open wide. He was laughing so hard he had no room to protest or insult, even though he had a whole slew of them ready to go.
After a minute or two of focusing all his energy into Jasonâs worst spot, his hand actually started furiously tapping at Dickâs elbow where he could reach.
Dick froze, eyebrows pinched together, but he lifted his tickling hands, âdid you- are you tapping out?â He grinned.
Jason was busy taking in deep, gasping breathes. Hiccups escaping his throat, âfuck you.â Was all he could get out through the pants.
âI canât remember the last time you tapped out,â Dick was still in shock, heâd started to extricate himself, untangling limbs and shuffling around while Jason made absolutely zero movements other than the rise and fall of his chest. âYou once told me to break your arm because you wouldnât.â
âYeah and you wouldnât do it, you big baby.â
âYou were 13! I wasnât going to break your arm over a stupid spar! Bruce would have killed me!â He huffed.
âSo you didnât care about my arm, you just didnât wanna piss off the old man.â Jason raised an eyebrow.
Dick narrowed his eyes, now sitting criss cross applesauce next to his brother who was prone. âAlright, you little shit,â he clawed into Jasonâs closest rib cage.
It earned him a yelp and a hefty punch to the thigh, as well as Jason scooting approximately 6 feet away in under a second.
âTruce?â Dick stood up, and reached out a hand to his brother.
Jason looked up at him for a minute before sticking his hand up. âFor now.â He agreed.
Wally had a feeling the Truce would last only until Jason finished the glass waiting for him on the counter.
Moody you are on a ROLL with the hcs/drabbles waiting in my inbox rn omg lol
But omg, vigilante wrestle-mania??? Jason's tickle attacks??? Dick easily turning the tables once he's decided Jason has gone too far, teasing him about wanting the affection???
Not Jason TAPPING OUT omg, Dick is like "????? what did whiskey do to my brother" dsjkhsdkfh it's so real though. in my personal experience, alcohol doesnt make you any more or less ticklish (well, for me maybe less, but thats just cuz my body goes numb the more tipsy/drunk i get KSJDFHKSJDHF but my body still fully responded to the tickles so who knows), but it sure as heck makes my squirming (which is already a Lot) go through the roof. I can just imagine Jason writhing around underneath Dick while his hips are targeted mercilessly and when he realizes he really cant get away the tickles suddenly become SO much harder to stand than they usually are to his drunk brain sdjkfdshf and he's all tipsy/drunk so with less inhibitions he has less pride to keep him from tapping out lol
BUT SDJKFHSDKJHF NOT THE TRUCE ONLY LASTING UNTIL JASON GETS EVEN MORE DRUNK thats so funny dude skdjfh (and so real, Jason would)