several sentence sunday
sorry im a week late to this but. thank youuu for the tag @pluckyredhead :D <3 MWAH <333
There was punishment served with blessing when you were close to Dick Grayson because you could never get close enough. Was it Jason's fault for wanting more or Dick's for only pretending to be an open book but being as convoluted as Bruce himself? Probably the first, perhaps the latter but Jason doesn't care much because he was being nice and sitting patiently, not making his desire anyone else's problem. Dick drops a protein bar in his lap and keeps a bottle of water on the table in front of him. Jason slouches into the couch, half-heartedly working through the packaging to take a bite and closing his eyes. "Are you going to tell me why you're in New York?"
tagging @manyu-ten @system-of-cells-interlinked @laufire @disniq & anyone else who wants to share your snippets with meeee :]
It had been a terribly difficult time, it was terrible still but it feels farther away, like a glass dome has filtered out the banality of war.
He recalls, during the Winter Holiday that year, that Bruce had practically drunk a fifth of his weight in liquor. In his infuriation, Alfred tasked Dick with keeping vigil on Bruce's disoriented stupor. The man had done little but lay on his back, squinting at the high ceilings, drooling from the mouth. Dick, then only fourteen and still some months shy of raiding the wine cellar, grimaced whilst wiping away the thick globs of spittle with a damp rag.
It went on for the better part of an hour, when on the seventh passing with the rag, Bruce grasped his wrist tight into his thickly calloused palm and said, “Dad used to drink when the memories of Viet got bad…used to scare the shit out of me.” Then, he let go, right back to squinting at the ceiling and Dick retreated into himself by the shrill pin-prickle that crawled over his skin.
im double tagging @system-of-cells-interlinked show me da booty give us the doubloons (only if you want to lol)
