Summary: All he wanted was for her to be happy, all his brother wanted was for him to come to dinner on the weekend, all she wanted was to buy another pan.
With grace that could out match the celestial, the man swooped into the livingroom with one clean swing, the soft thud of his perfect landing just itched for an encore, but he was in a rush. He had, with such poise and perfection, trespassed into the residence of none other than the Prince of Gotham. With that thought in mind he turned around to face the dark livingroom, perhaps he could sit on the couch and wait for him, ready to tease him with a-THUMP
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A gentle groan resonated in the air as the man tried to tune out the ringing in his head, the dull ache at the back of his neck wasn't helping either, though he could hear the hushed voice- no, voices? Was someone laughing? Was he tied to a chair!?
"Oh, look, you're finally awake."
Dick blinked at the man sitting across him, the moron sitting across him on the opposite chair, as he leaned back in his own, his posture relaxing at the familiar sight.
"What the hell happened?" He mumbled, now eying the taller man with green eyes, who was lounging in what looked like clean, freshly washed sleepwear, damp hair covering most of his forehead, a towel draped over his shoulders- he looked a bit too...domesticated.
"My girlfriend hit you with a fryingpan."
"What."
"What part of that statement was unclear?"
The two looked at each other for a solid minute before someone else cleared their throat, causing Dick to finally speak to the person behind the incredible knots that were tied around him- oh, Jason really was lucky.
Jason rolled his eyes at the sight of his brother's smirk, before he stood up and walked over to you as you busied yourself with the ropes, mumbling along at your idiotic boyfriend, who you were still mad at by the way, "Didn't I say untie him?"
He watched you loosen the rope, and that was all before he pulled you back with your wrist, chuckling at your squeak, to think this was the same woman who had single handedly knocked out the great Nightwing with a frying pan, accidentally might he had- she was actually aiming for him, her loving, handsome, caring, heroic boyfriend.
"I am so sorry," pulling out of the man's hold you walked around to look at Dick, finally apologising to him as you scurried over to the fridge, "I- Do you like orange juice?"
Dick watched in sheer amusement, watching Jason follow you around as you continued to ignore him, ducking under his arms as you placed the juice carton on the table before going around him to grab a clean glass from the dish rack and twisting to the other side to avoid him once more when he tried to stand in your way- you had no idea what kind of power you held, truly if Dick had half as much as control over the troublesome vigilante he would have a few less frown lines.
"I do apologise Mr.Nightwing, I actually mistook you for this moron and he usually dodges and-"
"You mistook me, as in you actually were going to hit him with a frying pan?"
Handing him the glass of orange juice (your apology) which he seemed to accept with a small appreciate nod and smile, you cleared your throat and sat down on the chair that was once occupied by the man with the white streak of hair- who by the way was hopelessly staring at you, trying to get your attention,which was currently being stolen by this ugly man-
"In my defense, I was mad at him and again...he usually always dodges..."
You tried to explain, tried to give some context so the eldest of the Wayne family did not take you for a lunatic, "You see, it's just, talking to him is so difficult sometimes-"
"I'm right here, babe."
'Shhh...Jason the adults are talking." Dick chimed in before crossing his legs and taking a sip of his juice, "Please, carry on, I completely understand."
You sighed in relief at the sight of the man who seemed to be enjoying this conversation. Its not like you wanted to invite a third person into the relationship, but right now you needed to talk to someone who was not Jason, someone who was not going to make your worries seem like they were not a big deal, someone who was not going to deflect when you'd ask a question, someone who would try to reason with you instead of saying, "You wouldn't understand the responsibility of being me."
"I just- I-I" your clogged up at the rush of feelings, memories of your fight running through your mind as you tried to hold in the tears, ignoring the burning sensation in your eyes, the tingling in your nose before mumbling, "He just doesn't get it..."
"Awww...honey," Dick cooed, watching you wipe your eyes furiously, the sleeves of his hoodie that you wore turning a shade darker as your continued to wipe away the endless waterworks, before he glanced at the man who stood their in total shock, as if he had no idea he had done this, clenching and unclenching his fists in sheer fright, "Did you think hitting him with a pan would help?"
"No, but it sure as hell would make me feel better."
You spat, before turning to glare at the man who loved dearly, the man who had you worrying beyond recognition, the man who had managed to storm out of a "random night patrol" instead of resolving the fight- like how he usually did, but perhaps this time he didn't want to, perhaps this time, he just wanted to see how much of a difference it would make, perhaps this time, his insecurities had finally won, convincing him that indeed, you would be better off without him. That you would be better off without his lingering, looming, loathed presence. That you would be better off giving your heart to someone who was complete and not just a grafted experiment of what was supposed to be Jason Todd.
"Ah, I see, if I may ask, what did you two argue about-"
"It doesn't matter." Jason cut him off, walking towards you, the pan in hand before he knelt down beside you, his heart cracking at the way you looked away, he wanted to fix this- was he still unsure of everything? Yes. Did he still think you deserved someone better? Yes. But he'd be damned if he were to leave you hear crying like that- no, this is not what he had expected when he had rushed out, his insecurities had convinced him that you would have cheered in his absence, that you would have been happy. This was jot happy, the was not relief - this was pain, and he was causing it.
Gently placing the pan in your lap he gave you a small, but weak, smile when you turned to look at him in surprise, his eyes trembling at the sight of your glossy, sombre look, as he whispered, "Go ahead, I won't dodge this time, I deserve it."
"You idiot!" You gripped the front of his shirt and shook him- or tried to, it was actually very difficult considering his size, "Just say you're sorry and that you won't be reckless!"
He slowly placed a hand on yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as he whispered, "I'm sorry...I'll be more careful next time..." His breath hitched at the way your frown deepened, did he perhaps upset you even more-
"And you'll bring donuts if you're late-"
"Oh my god!" He pulled back, standing up to his full height, arms raising up in defeat, "Again with the donuts!? How many times have we gone over the fact that you CAN NOT have sugar at this hour of the night!?"
Though his expressions changed as soon as he saw you grab the pan, only for it to be plucked out of your hand by the other Wayne son, who shivered at the sight of your eerie glare but cleared his throat to cover it up, "I think we all need a good night's rest. I am glad to have met someone who can knock some sense into Jason, but I do fear, his ungodly working hours may be affecting your moods-"
"Is your brother calling me insane, Todd?"
"Want me to punch him?"
Dick rolled his eyes at his brother before turning to you with a signature smile as he placed the pan on the table, "I actually came here to convince him to come for the family dinner this Saturday, but I'm sure you'll convince him for me."
Your eyes lit up at the request, turning to stare at the man who only sighed in return, scratching the back of his head before letting out a small, "Fine...."
Once that was settled, the pan was kept in its place and his girlfriend was tucked into bed by him, followed by a, "I'll be back in five minutes...okay?" He walked over to the man who was leaning by the wall, smirking at him, a look Jason oh so hated.
"You know, I've never thought you'd be interested in someone so emotional."
"She's just having a bad day..."
"Yeah, because of you."
Jason's shoulders visibly slumped and jaw tighten, his scowl returning as he stared at the ground, causing Dick to internally cringe, poor choice of words Grayson.
"What I mean is, she was having a bad day, and the one person she, perhaps, truly worries about wasn't taking her seriously " he placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze before whispering, as if he were afraid you'd hear them, "Jay, you gotta stop letting it get to you, five minutes in and I could see how she's whipped for you- you're not better, it's okay to let someone love you, especially when you feel the same way."
Jason glanced at the man before him, honestly he was expecting Dick to convince him to let go of you, this was really unexpected- especially after you knocked him out. Truth be told he was proud to see how you could fend for yourself, not that he had any doubts before, but the lingering worry was perhaps slightly decreased at the sight of the man tied to a chair, he was so proud you used his knotting techniques.
With a firm, but small nod, Jason walked towards the fire escape and pointed at it, "Now scram, I need to sleep."
His chuckle echoed in the calm of the night as he began to climb out the window, only to pause on top of the windowsill, one foot dangling out as he craned his neck to face his brother, "By the way, the pan, has she ever successfully hit you?"
"Of course she has, thats how we first met," Jason shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world, "accidentally came into her apartment mistaking it for mine."
"Wait. What-"
"Bye bye Dickybird."
With that he shoved his brother out and locked the window before flipping him off, "See you Saturday- or not", and quickly drew the curtains so he wouldn't have to face his lunatic of a brother who was standing there with his hands on his hips, yelling at the top of his lungs, "IF YOU DON'T SHOW UP, WE'LL SHOW UP AT YOUR DOOR, TODD!"
Jason rolled his eyes at the muffled voice as he walked towards his bedroom, smiling at the sight of you snuggled into his side, slowly the world around him tuning out as he slid into the sheets next to you, pulling you closer, close enough to feel your heartbeat slowly synchronise with his- he'll worry about Saturday, tomorrow.
Na Baekjin was a formidable being, a true specimen, a masterpiece; the pure definition of disciplined chaos. Na Baekjin was a feared man, a respected man, a powerful man. Na Baekjin was a man of few words, a man of quick thinking, a man of efficient action. Na Baekjin was a man who was probably going to be the first to get dumped for losing his girlfriend's kitten.
No, this was not an innuendo, the man, the fearsome gang leader had actually managed to lose track of the feline. The feline he had dismissed when his lover had requested his assistance after school, the feline he had stared at in his office wondering how it was receiving more attention than him from you, the feline he had told his loyal right handman Seongje to keep an eye on for 5 minutes- only that fool has an attention span worse than a kitten and had walked out for a quick smoke, leaving the door open.
He had searched everywhere, in his office, under the cupboards, under the sofas, in his bag and in the vents. He had this proceed to check in the bowling alley, halting everyone's games, looking behind the pins, inside the lockers- nothing. God forbid that furry thing had run outside, he was doomed.
Baekjin was at the top of the stairs when he heard a familiar jingle of a bell, eyes darting to the source of irritating fluff that had managed to ruin his day, and potentially the only true relationship he had. He racked his brain for the name, honestly couldn't remember it. It wasn't on the top of his priority list, he was already worried when you were going on and on about how you had to attend cram school and although he was one to easily work his way through mathematics, you were a different story. Perhaps that is why he found you appealing, when you had one day manifested next to him during break, the time he'd spend alone, the time he'd spend revising, offering him something to eat.
He had glanced up at you, with a sneer, it was unintentional, but that look was a part of his being. Though you had given no reaction other than a small smile, "Na Baekjin? Right?" You hadn't even wait for him to nod and made yourself comfortable in the opposite seat, placing the chocolate milk on his desk, as you began to speak, "You're very smart right? Like good at math? I mean I know you are but I'm just confirming- I mean, I need your help to understand this concept-"
"Ask the teacher."
His curt response was supposed to dismiss you, he didn't need distractions and he had no intentions of involving someone in his business. Unfortunately after his oh so cool answer he had accidentally looked up at your face, his eyes catching yours that held such a sombre look, like a puppy that was kicked, something in him snapping, causing him to close his eyes and take a deep breath, knowing how he was eventually going to regret it.
Ironically, one study session turned to two, then three and then it became an awkward not so awkward routine, every Friday after school, you'd have lunch and learn- well, he'd be quietly sitting and eating, watching you talk about any and everything. He learnt more about you than he wanted to, than he had expected to, than he liked to admit he wanted to, but two things were certain, you were not dumb, but very easily bored and you loved to yap. Eventually, the learning portion of the session decreased, especially when you had started asking him direct questions about himself.
By spring break, he had found himself agitated at the thought of being away from you for the break, which is why he had awkwardly stood there, glaring down at you in his condescending manner, trying to formulate a reason to have you stay, to convince you this wasn't emotional but an unwanted form of dependency, maybe he could say you were still too dumb to slack off -
"If you wanna ask me out, you can, you know, I won't say no."
Yeah...not as smooth as he thought he was- well, especially now that he was busy pulling at his hair, eyes darting around the parking lot, chest heaving with an unfamiliar form of anxiety and lack of breath, the uncertainty of you leaving him because of his own negligence-
"Jin?"
He looked up at her, standing at the elevated end of the parking lot, in her uniform, completely confused- why does she look cute? Oh god, is the fear of losing her morphing something else? Is this what it feels like to be in love?
“Seong Je said I'd find you here…though he said he saw you running in circles…are you okay?” You walked closer to the dishevelled boy, gently placing your palm against his flushed cheek, before standing on your toes to stare at him better, “Is the stress of being a single parent getting to you?”
His heart dropped at your statement, eyes scanning your cheerful expression, relishing the warmth of your touch that would soon forever disappear, especially after he would mumble, “I need to tell you something.”
“Don't worry Jin!” You declared moving back and turning to face the entrance of the bowling alley, “I know babysitting a hyper little kitty cat like George can be difficult so I officially hired Seong Je as the babysitter!”
George? You named your cat Geor- Seong Je? The infamous leader looked in the same direction as you, glaring at the four eyed bastard who was smirking at him, holding onto the little sleeping furball, this was his plan all along wasn't it? To swindle Baek Jin's girlfriend into paying him as the babysitter.
“Don't worry guys, I'll make sure she stays safe.”
With that, followed by a sarcastic chuckle, the boy had walked back down into the bowling alley with the kitten in his arms, leaving the two of you alone in the parking lot. You turned to face him once more, fixing his tie, then running your fingers through his messy hair, combing it back into its general direction before smiling up at him, “What?”
“Who the hell names a female cat George?”
“What? It's cute!”
He stared at you in disbelief, unsure if he should dump you for being so dumb, or punch himself falling for someone so dumb. Either way, his little internal monologue of rationality came to a sudden stop when you laced your fingers with his, dragging him out in the open, going on and on about this ice cream parlour you had been dying to try out. He watched you with a twinkle in his eyes, his palm warm and sweaty against yours, his heart beating at an uncontrollable speed, one that scared him, as he stared at you with awe and fear, his new love, his new weakness.
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