Also I think I’m 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 it’s 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, ‘my brother looks waaaayyyy to smug rn I should fix that.’
It almost always ends with one of them being tickled senseless. Sure Jason starts it, but he can’t always finish it when he’s two sheets to the wind lol.
I can just imagine Dick taking a header through one of Jason’s window’s and he stops mid stride when he see’s Jason and Wally both nursing a glass of brown liquid in the kitchen. Probably cheap whiskey if Dick had to guess.
He’s 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. He’s about to tackle Dick to the rug, fingers prodding into his rib cage while Jason shouts about “who’s the shrimp now, asshole?!” And “you used to torment me! It’s only fair!”
“Tickling is not tormenting!” Dick would argue through his laughter, trying to catch one of Jason’s hands. The big idiot was fast, even when he was inebriated. “West, a little help?”
“Jaybird, you empty? You want another glass?” He grinned.
“Fuck you, Wally!” Dick laughed as Jason’s clumsy hands tried to pry his arm away from his side, worming his fingers into Dick’s armpit. “Jahahay- cut it out! God you smell like a brewery!”
“You just said it’s not torment, so what do you care?” He had a lazy grin on his face, eyes looking a little heavy. “And I smell great! Asshole!” To prove his point his leaned down, getting close to Dick’s face before lifting his arm and shoving his armpit towards him. “See? Like a field of daisies,” he ignored Dick’s protests and shoves.
“Little Wing!” Dick had had enough, obliging his little brother was one thing, this was another. “Disgusting,” he mumbled as he managed to free one hand from under Jason’s knee and immediately stuck it into the armpit he’d thrust towards Dick’s 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 didn’t dare get involved as Dick expertly rolled, and maneuvered to wrap Jason up in some kind of hold that Wally didn’t think he could attempt even in his wildest dreams.
“Why is it,” Dick started, grabbing the wrist of the hand Jason was trying to punch him in the back with. “That you have to attack me when you drink?” Dick huffed, trying to find a tone of real irritation, it didn’t quite reach him.
“You’re an easy target?” Jason grinned, letting out a grunt when Dick tightened his hold.
“Really?” Dick raised an eyebrow. “How easy of a target can I be if I’m winning?” He finally managed to stop wiggling them both around. Jason was firmly pinned to the dirty rug, Alfred would have a conniption. “Maybe that’s what you wanted all along? Hmm?” He coo’ed. “A little attention? Affection?” He pinched Jason’s cheek that wasn’t pressed against the floor.
Jason bared his teeth in response. “Shut up, Dickwing!” He growled, though Dick pinching at his hip and sending him into cackles didn’t cut the intimidating figure he wanted to come across. Hearing his annoyance, Dick amped up his attack, needing into his brother’s 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 Jason’s worst spot, his hand actually started furiously tapping at Dick’s elbow where he could reach.
Dick froze, eyebrows pinched together, but he lifted his tickling hands, “did you- are you tapping out?” He grinned.
Jason was busy taking in deep, gasping breathes. Hiccups escaping his throat, “fuck you.” Was all he could get out through the pants.
“I can’t remember the last time you tapped out,” Dick was still in shock, he’d started to extricate himself, untangling limbs and shuffling around while Jason made absolutely zero movements other than the rise and fall of his chest. “You once told me to break your arm because you wouldn’t.”
“Yeah and you wouldn’t do it, you big baby.”
“You were 13! I wasn’t going to break your arm over a stupid spar! Bruce would have killed me!” He huffed.
“So you didn’t care about my arm, you just didn’t wanna piss off the old man.” Jason raised an eyebrow.
Dick narrowed his eyes, now sitting criss cross applesauce next to his brother who was prone. “Alright, you little shit,” he clawed into Jason’s 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.
“Truce?” Dick stood up, and reached out a hand to his brother.
Jason looked up at him for a minute before sticking his hand up. “For now.” 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)
