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in case you missed it yesterday, we have released the cover for book 3 of the ANA AND DIN MYSTERIES, which is A TRADE OF BLOOD
Rough starts
Warning: This is a tickle fic!
Lee jason and ler dick for you @august-anon !!!
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It had been three weeks since Jason had officially moved into Wayne Manor, and the silence between him and Dick was starting to weigh heavier than either of them liked to admit.
Dick had been back in Gotham for a few days now- just long enough to feel a familiar mix of nostalgia and bitterness when he walked through the mansion. It was supposed to be a visit. A check-in. A “see how things are going with the new Robin” kind of deal. But nothing was that simple, especially when it involved Bruce. Or a new kid wearing the suit.
And it wasn’t Json’s fault. Not really. Dick knew that.
He just… hadn’t wanted anyone else to be Robin. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Jason, for his part, wasn’t exactly thrilled about the former Robin being around either. It wasn’t like Dick had been particularly welcoming when they first met. He’d seemed annoyed- guarded. And maybe Jason had immediately decided to be as standoffish as possible in response.
They’d barely spoken.
That made today different. Today, Alfred had disappeared into the city for errands. Bruce was locked in the cave. And that left Dick and Jason awkwardly left to share the same space without any excuses to retreat.
Wayne Manor was too big when it was just two people.
Jason was camped out on the couch in the living room, munching on chips and watching a black-and-white movie Dick couldn’t name. His socked feet were curled under him, oversized hoodie swamping his small frame, a clear sign that Bruce hadn’t brought him clothes that actually fit yet.
Dick hovered in the doorway for a moment, then finally took the plunge and dropped into the armchair next to the couch.
Jason glanced sideways at him but said nothing.
Dick cleared his throat. “So… you like noir films?”
Jason shrugged, eyes still on the screen. “They’re fine.”
“Cool, cool,” Dick said, nodding like that meant something. “I used to think they were boring, but Alfred made me sit through one once when I had a sprained ankle. Guess they’re kind of interesting when you actually pay attention.”
Jason gave a barely-there grunt. It wasn’t unfriendly, exactly. Just… minimal.
Dick glanced at him sideways. The kid looked tired under the eyes. Jumpy. And somehow smaller than when Dick first saw him.
The silence stretched.
Dick leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “So. You’re thirteen?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s cool. I think I was about twelve and a half when I got the cape.”
Jason finally turned his head, just a little. “Twelve and a half? Really?”
Dick smiled faintly. “Yep. Bruce said I was a fast learner. I think he also just didn’t want to argue with me anymore.”
That earned him a tiny smirk.
“Did he- uh…” Jason hesitated. “Was he always this strict?”
“Oh, yeah,” Dick said without hesitation. “Strict as ever . But you'll get used to it.”
Jason snorted.
A pause.
Dick suddenly reached over and nudged Jason’s shoulder with two fingers. “Hey. I heard something about you the other day.”
Jason froze. “What.”
“I heard…” Dick leaned in, voice lowering like he was sharing a secret. “You’re ticklish.”
Jason turned red instantly. “Wha- who said that?”
“I have my sources.”
(A/N Dick had 0 idea he was ticklish and said he heard he was to see what the reaction would be)
Dick grinned mischievously. “I mean, I haven’t confirmed it yet…”
“No,” Jason said quickly, curling in on himself. “Nope. Don’t even think about it.”
That was the wrong thing to say.
Because Dick’s grin widened into something downright evil. “See, the thing is- I have certain big brother rights now.”
Jason’s eyes went wide. “You don’t!”
“I do,” Dick said, standing up slowly. “And I think it’s time I exercised them.”
“No! stay over there, Grayson, I mean it- !”
But Dick lunged.
Jason squeaked, jumping off the couch, but Dick was faster. He caught the kid around the waist and practically tackled him into the cushions. Jason squirmed like a feral cat, kicking his legs wildly as he tried to get away.
“Don’t you da-ha-hahare!” Jason shrieked the second Dick’s fingers dug into his sides.
“Oh-ho! So it is true!” Dick cackled. “You’re crazy ticklish!”
“SHUHUT UHUHUHP!” Jason squealed, face flushed red as he thrashed under Dick’s grip. “You jerk! STAHAHAP!”
Dick didn’t stop. He attacked mercilessly, his fingers dancing up and down Jason’s sides like he was trying to play a piano solo on them.
“Ohhh man,” Dick laughed, delighted. “This is gold. You’re like, next-level ticklish. Is this what Bruce has to deal with in training? You ever get wrecked during sparring?”
“SHUHUHUT UUHUHUHUP!”
Jason tried to squirm away, but Dick shifted to straddle him, knees on either side of his waist. He went for Jason’s stomach next, spidering his fingers up and down.
Jason squealed again. “NOHOHO! That’s THE WORST! STAHAHAP!”
“Hmm…” Dick said thoughtfully, “if this is the worst, what happens if I go here?”
He suddenly poked at Jason’s ribs—and wiggled.
“NONONOHOHOHOOO!!”
Jason bucked so hard he nearly launched Dick off the couch. “STOHOHOP YOU’RE CHEHEHEATING!”
“There are rules now?” Dick teased. “You didn’t tell me the big brother tickle laws. That’s on you, little dude.”
Jason was breathless by now, face flushed, eyes scrunched shut. “I CAHAN’T! I CAN’T BREEHEHEATHE!”
“Okay, okay,” Dick laughed, easing up with a pat on Jason’s stomach. “Mercy granted. For now.”
Jason lay there panting, hair a mess, his hoodie all scrunched up around his ribs.
Dick sat cross-legged beside him, still grinning. “You good?”
Jason glared at him. Or tried to. It was hard to look menacing with his hair sticking up like that and a red face.
“I hate you,” he muttered.
“Sure you do,” Dick said with a wink. “But you liked it, didn’t you~?”
Jason crossed his arms blushing. “…shut up.”
“Never.”
A pause.
Then “…wasn’t that bad.”
Dick smiled.
Jason peeked at him, then quickly looked away. “Just… don’t do it in front of Bruce.”
“Scout’s honour,” Dick said. Then after a beat “But I might tell him.”
Jason groaned and buried his face in a cushion.
For the first time since they’d met, though, the air between them didn’t feel stiff. It felt like something was finally cracking open something real. It was messy, sure. Loud. kind of ridiculous.
But that was how brothers were supposed to be, right?
Dick leaned back on his hands and smiled to himself.
Yeah.
They were gonna be okay.
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August, I'm gonna be honest....this is not my proudest fic💀 so sorry about that..I kinda ran out of ideas... but hope you enjoyed ANYWAYYY
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2, 24, 26, and 31
YAY! (sorry this is so long I'm in a talkative mood lol mb chat)
2. An embarrassing story... hmmm
this isn't too long or to EMBARRASSING but it was silly so :3
Alr so I'm kinda quirky right? (JOKING LMFAO) Well I use the word 'consume' a lot for like everything, and like I'll say 'can I consume ur pencil' meaning can I borrow ur pencil and so on
So I was rasing my hand in class because I wanted to stand up, and when the teacher called on me, I go "Can I consume the floor?"
... The class was DEAD SILENT and she stared at me, so then I chuckled and stuttered out "Uh c-can I stand up?"
Then the class burst into laughter LMFAOO it was so bad-
24. An unusual talent I have...
uhhh I'm not really sure lol..Im like really good at voice impressions, like using my vocal cords in general and uh..decent at singing hehehehe
26. A fictional character I relate to!
FUCK HOW DO I CHOOSE JUST ONE?!?!? *sob* errrrrm-
....uh I kinda feel like this changes on my mood/time of day but in this moment my braincells are saying Haruhi Fujioka from Ouran Highschool Host Club, but alssooo kinda (just a lil) Sidney Prescott from Scream (1996) Hehehehehe (again lol just first 2 that came to mind-)
31. An embarrassing secret!? uhhhh
...chat idk!? uh well I feel like this is real for other people to, but I had a TERRIBLE unicorn, pink, rainbows, glitter (Mabel from gravity falls kinda vibes) phase that lasted up until mid 5th grade *SOB* lmfaooo
also had really dorky glasses when I was younger :p
hehe
ty for asking <3
🎁 !!
I somehow missed this, I'm so sorry! Here are two random images to make up for it
You get: tiny teddy bear with a tiny sweater that I knit for it and the omnom chair from the floor I lived on in college (which has since been thrown out, rip)
Since Pearl is tackling chest monsters again I thought I’d finish this absolutely ancient wip that I always liked
It’s a bit rushed because I hated coloring the chests but eh here
