#jaydickweek2017

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Jaydick Week: Day3: Restraints

Continue with Day 1 

Jay was the first Robin. Dick was the replacement. Better than the original Jason might say. But little wing was still too young.He was supposed to fly higher.

“ No more flying you, Boy wonder.”

[tragiceyes]

Jason woke up to the smell of seawater. His clothes were soaked, and he could hear the tide rushing around him, but he was laying on solid land. He blinked harshly in the bright light, not seeing a thing.

A storm. There had been a terrible storm. But Bruce had yelled at him to steady the sails, so Jason held on for dear life as he steadied the sails. Waves crashed into his face, and he could barely see the rest of the crew. Bruce was gripping the helm, steering them like a madman, trying to prevent the ship from capsizing. Jason just had to steady the sails.

But he lost control as a mammoth wave crashed onto the ship, lifting Jason off his feet and tossing him into the murky depths of the ocean. Jason strained to keep his eyes open, desperate to see light. But all he could see was darkness. Jason was going to die. Why had Bruce made them sail? He’d been warned of a devastating storm.

He felt the air leave his lungs. A blue shimmer caught the corner of his eye before he knew no more.

Jason coughed, emptying the remaining water from his lungs. He heard a gentle, melodious voice singing softly, and was suddenly very aware of a hand stroking his cheek. His eyes strained, but his vision was suddenly becoming clearer. He blinked a couple more times, unsure if he was seeing things.

A man was leaning over him. A beautiful man. His dark, wet hair was pushed back from his face and his clear blue eyes were bright and curious. His mouth formed a sweet smile as his singing died off noticing Jason’s consciousness.

“You…you saved me?” Jason asked, voice hoarse, touching the hand on his cheek.

The beauty said nothing, gently pulling away and placing his hand meaningfully on Jason’s chest.

Jason reached for him again, but leapt away from Jason impressively. Jason got to his feet just as he heard a splash. He glanced all around him; where had the other man gone? He looked out into the ocean, but could sense no movement.

“Jason!” cried a voice from afar, breaking Jason from his reverie.

“Tim!” Jason rushed over to his brother and enveloped him in a hug. “Jason, you’re okay! I was afraid we’d lost you in the storm! Bruce was devastated!”

“He damn well should be!” Jason snarled back, “If it weren't for his stupid crusade, we wouldn’t have been out in that mess! I’m only alive because of…”

“Because of what?” Tim asked.

“Did you see a man? When you came looking for me? He pulled me from the water. He…” Jason stared off into the ocean again, brow furrowed in confusion, “he sang to me. He was beautiful.”

Tim stared at him, “Maybe you swallowed more sea water than you think, Jason. Let’s get you home.”

Jason looked back at the ocean sadly, but allowed himself to be led away by Tim.

[firefrightfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Dick Grayson is a Talon, Death Threats, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst

Summary: It's just Jason's luck that his attempt to take a night off from crime fighting results in an assassin coming to kill him in his own home. What's a little more surprising, though, is that assassin turning out to be his soulmate.

When the window to his modest one bedroom apartment shatters inwards, Jason’s first reaction isn’t fear or surprise like most people’s would be, but instead a particular sense of anger paired with exasperation.

There goes his hope for what should have been a rare quiet night in.

Throwing himself forward out of his armchair, he just barely avoids the needle thin dagger thrown at his head. It embeds itself into the soft cushion like a knife slicing through butter, and Jason hates to think what that would have down to his skull if he’d remained sitting where he was.

Thankfully, the lessons Bruce drilled into him back when he was just a kid remain as sharp as ever. Both in terms of reacting to a threat and being prepared for the eventually of one even before it strikes. Jason tucks and rolls, dropping his book — a torrid love affair he’ll never admit to reading to anyone — to one side, before ripping free the gun he keeps taped to the underside of the coffee table and bringing the barrel round to point at his attacker.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

One-Shot

Fandom: Batman (Comics) Rating: General Warnings: None Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, Koriand’r, Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Asexual Character, Aromantic, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Platonic Soulmates Summary:  Jason’s soulmate mark has to be a mistake. He doesn’t want to fall in love; he doesn’t want to be in a relationship. While the world rushes in search of The One, Jason longs to settle into his life without romance. Then Dick shows up with his smile and his charm and his perfectly matching soulmate mark to the one on Jason’s wrist. Jason doesn’t know how to tell Dick that he can’t be in love with the man, that somehow the universe made a mistake. The lies are getting bigger and Dick’s heart is on the line, Jason is going to have to tell the truth.

Jason dropped his backpack on the floor as he examined the flyer he’d put up a week ago. None of the If Interested Call pieces were ripped off. Half of it was covered by a big pink flyer, hearts around the advertisement for Match-Marking services. Jason clenched his jaw, ripping off the advertisement blocking his search for a roommate.

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were suddenly very passionate about finding the love of your life,” Roy said, stepping up beside him. Jason didn’t respond. “Fortunately, I do know you better.”

Jason threw the balled up flyer into the nearby trashcan.

“The search for a new roommate not going too well I take it?” Roy asked. When Jason only continued to remain silent, Roy sighed. “I’m sorry, Jason.”

“Don’t be,” Jason said, finally. He dragged a hand through his hair. “It’s not your fault. You found Kori, it’s only natural that you’d want to move in with your soulmate. I’m not angry, I’m not even upset.” Maybe a little disappointment but Jason wasn’t going to make Roy feel worse by saying that out loud.

This is part of JayDickWeek. Read the rest of it here.

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#JayDickWeek2017 Day 5: Bruised and Bloody

Yeah, yeah. Hella late. I know. I'm a disappointment. Yup.

Guess I'm not responsible enough. Oh, I already knew that.

I know I can do better but I just can't right now.

If there are mistakes. Note that my first language isn't even English.

Dick saves Jason.

>>Team A, do you copy me?<< Oracle's voice sounded shaky through the line, as if she had seen a ghost or something similar. Her call was answered quickly by both teams, whom noticed her tone.

"What is it Oracle? Oracle?" Nightwing asked before anyone could even say a word. His body tensed which wasn't good as he was jumping from rooftop to rooftop. He felt the news were bad and grew anxious at the wait. "Oracle?" He called once more before someone pulled his arm to stop him.

"Calm down Nightwing." Batwoman's demanded, frowning at him. The others caught up in a blink, neither paying attention to the call but to the oldest of them. They felt it. Something bad happened.

>>I need Red Robin back here. There was a call, not long ago. Nobody said anything. It had static, a lot of it.<< She explained giving the main details. Her voice was confident again, but the worry touch was still there.

"Ok. Red Robin is on his way." Nightwing glanced at the far silhouette of his younger brother heading south to the lower buildings. Below them, the sound of a powerful motorbike roared to their south.

Although Oracle kept talking, Nightwing wasn't listening at all. The oldest just stared at the vehicle avoiding other cars, then at his sibling leaping from the rooftop landing perfectly seated, then he got the controls turning it to the direction it had come from. It reminded him of someone, who he couldn't quite recall at the moment.

>>Copy. It's everything okay over there?<<

"We had worst nights."

>>There's another attack. I'm sending the location right now. Be careful.<<

Nearly an hour passed since Red Robin had left. Nightwing couldn't quite brush the feeling of worry of him. It followed him and was present at every movement he did. Every punch he threw, every kick he send. Every single movement he did from place to place. The others knew he was anxious by the way his body tensed so often in so little time.

Once they were out of the warehouse, they stayed o the rooftop to overlook at the busy streets of their home city. Neither said anything. Neither wanted to say anything. What could they even say?

Few minutes passed before there was an entry call. With a single button they all answered.

>>There's no time for chit-chat. Listen up, everyone.<< They were greeted by Oracle, who was more serious than ever.

>>We tried tracking the call. It came from one of B's gadgets, one of the old ones. Location, west warehouse near the chemical factory from...<< Red Robin's voice went silent all of the sudden. Everyone attentive. A gasp was heard from the other side. >>Oh my goodness! It wasRed Hood!<<

"What?"

>>Huh...I think...<< The sound of keyboard keys. Taps. Silence. >>Ok. Ok. Listen up. Wait! Where's Nightwing?!<<

Red Robin's sigh was loud to get everyone's attention.

>>Team A, there's a robbery in North side. Split up. Location is send to your vehicles. Team B, stay on the call...<<

Nightwing was in a motorbike, heading to the location the team send. He knew it wasn't the exact direction, but knowing Red Hood he wouldn't require a lot to find the place. His mind was like a blank paper, with his Robin successor's name filling it. He wasn't even thinking about him. He only repeated the name again and again. No images no memories. Only the name.

>>Nightwing? Answer me you idiot. Nightwing!<< His younger brother claimed, demanded. The oldest could hear everything but he struggle to talk to him. The background sounds like Oracle typing, videos or his brother's grunts. >>Nightwing...Please.<< He pleaded, now with a softer and quieter voice.

"I'm sorry." He apologised, finally pressing the button. He could almost hear him sobbing and it made him mad. Mad that he is causing his brother to worry about him. "Tim...?" Gently he called, his grip in the handgrip was harder as he started to be frustrated at himself.

>>Just tell me why are you doing this. B just came back from the J.L. meeting and I need to explain this to him.<<

"I...I haven't seen him in so long...He is in trouble, I can feel it. I know it." His brother listened at every word, not interrupting. "What you and Babs tried to tracked down is an old tracker. Back when he was Robin, B gave it to him. I used to have one too. It isn't accurate, because it was design that way. So before a mission it could be drop somewhere near. It has a control which you keep. Press a button and the thing sends a shock to the cave. Since it's old, you can't track it well."

>>Hum, yup. B just confirmed it. He went to search old gadgets to see which one it is.<< He younger gave a pause, like he was choosing his words. >>You still haven't answer my question completely. You haven't seen him in a while, we haven't either. Tell me what's the fuss about.<<

"You are going places kid. You lack social skills but as a detective, you nail it." Laughter from both sides we heard.

>>You are so easy to read.<<

"Then can you tell me why I'm doing this?"

>>Ugh...Touché.<<

"Found the places. Doesn't look old nor abandoned. Might looking up so info' for me?" His bike was near, one block away out of enemy sight. Without much struggle he climbed up the nearest high place, which was the factory. Some guards were outside on the entrance, some below him inside the closed factory. Disguised with the shadows and the dark. His presence went unnoticed by any of the bad guys or so he thought.

>>Not much. Built back in 1989. Its purpose was to store the factory's merchandise and materials. Since the faculty, where you are currently hiding, is still functioning so is the warehouse.<< It didn't take long before images send by him were projected in from of Nightwing. >>But it's common to find some thugs wondering around this place. So you might as well expect anyone. Probably Black Mask, he's Hood's main target.<<

The oldest looked around him. There was a lot of movement inside. Also flashlights and unclear screams. He waited a few seconds before double checking the bag where they'd take medical stuffs. Ever since missions started getting tougher, precautions were to be taken.

>>The other teams are quiet busy. So, this are B words, in and out mission. Get in, get Jason and get out. No playing around. He will be there soon.<<

"Loud and clear baby-bird."

Tim was right, when is he ever wrong? This are Black Mask's men. It makes total sense that Jason is here...somewhere. Tim is gone sorting out some of the other teams so I'm on my own in this.

What was I even thinking? Jason won't be happy to see me.

Then why would he...used that? Maybe...No. No. He wouldn't joke whit us like that. He isn't like that.

Concentrate Grayson. This is not the time.

A glass roof, what a disadvantage. The ventilations are my only hope then. Movies. Movies teach so many good ideas for spies.

If only this place wasn't that old, I wouldn't make so much noise. Hopefully they are dumb and think that there are rats. If not, I'm doom.

"Where's that dips* hiding? I swear when I find him."

"Shut up. Hear that?"

"You are crazy. Let's move."

People say I'm a lucky guy. Guess they are right.

Somewhere, in one of the five main rooms is Jason. And somewhere, in the same five rooms I am. Should have ask for a map.

If I beat them up, they'll know someone is here since I don't think Jason is capable right now. My only mission is to find him and take him out of this crappy place. Should be easy...I hope it is.

...

This place is creeping me out. How is this not closed yet? Or renew? Or demolish? If it weren't for the blood stains and bodies I swear this place would have looked the same. I could have been in a room round and round and not notice. That could happen.

In the fourth room, near big boxes, I heard a faint cry. I knew it was him. But where exactly? The room was the darkest and nobody was here. Yup. Black Mask's men are dumb or they don't know about this room.

Still in the shadows, I reached for him the best I could. No flashlight. Great. Wish I was a bat right now. I need their senses so bad.

I found him, laying on his back with his arm covering his upper body, just below the rib cage. Eyes closed and constant panting. Cuts and wounds in his body showing in his ripped clothes. The leather jacket was next to a near box and covered in blood. His clothes weren't much difference. It was worst than I thought. Worst than any other day we'd meet.

I didn't say anything. It was quiet and it'll be better that way. Making no noise, I knelt next to him pulling the medical bag over my head. He felt me and grabbed his gun in response. I was in better shape and he was too tired.

"Shhh, it's me." I whispered, hoping I could start helping him soon.

I don't think he'd heard, his guns was still in his hand. As gentle as I could, I grabbed his guns taking it away from him. That's when he got up, quiet harshly and a loud groan escaped his lips. I held him tight, as he was already falling to his back again.

"Jason. Quiet please. I'm Dick, listen to me. I want to help you."

He was calm now, on his back still silent crying. It hurt me seeing him like this.

"It's okay, Jay." I whispered, and I wanted to believe it too.

Bigger cuts and wounds clean, and bandaged. Since I didn't and couldn't stitch the cuts, it probably stings. The other wounds and cuts weren't so important but I still cleaned them. I didn't know if he had any broken bones, but I guessed he did since he could hardly move any part of his body. He had lost so much blood I didn't know how he was still awake.

Although he was in this condition, I was surprised he dragged himself to safety and didn't leave a trail behind.

More cries.

Tears were in my eyes, threatening to come out. The fight to hold them back was hard. But somehow I managed to not cry, yet.

I felt the pain in me.

My hands started to shake. One more thing to do. His face. Fresh and dried blood painted in his face.

I still don't know how I didn't cry...I was devastated but he was still alive.

Still there...

...with me.

...

I just sat there. Sorting the last things from the bag before turning to see him. He hasn't said a word since I came and I didn't know if I was grateful or not.

I saw some lights shining our way but the boxes did their job to cover us. Voices coming in and out. Heavy boots and shotguns. If I could just take a sneak peak of all but I knew I couldn't. Not with a Jason still trying to recover.

The blood lost was something I couldn't do anything about.

Wait...

Did I do it right?! Is it a good idea keeping him there?! Should I have got him out of here?! Can he walk?! Can he even stand up?!

I rushed to his side, check his pulse and heart beat. Both slow.

Could it be I did wrong?

"Dick?" He called, bringing me back to earth. He was trying to sit up, to which I helped. I wasn't confident so I didn't let go. Couldn't. If he felt?

"Yes?" Now my voice was shaky. I was scared I'd made a mistake. I didn't know what to do anymore. I needed help.

"Thanks for...humm...savin' me..." He sounded so tired. Was I losing him?!

"Stay with me, please. Everything will be alright, okay? Just stay with me." I didn't want to loose him...It will be my fault if he does...

"Don't be such dramatic. You and the others ain't gettin' rid of me that easy." I couldn't think straight. Not with the thought of him d...No. No. I wasn't loosing him. I was not....Please...

"Don't play with me...I'm scared."

His eyes opened wide. Why was he surprised? Was it something I said?

"Scared? For?"

Oh...

"I not want to loose you. I love you. I love you and I dont want you to die. Not today. Not tomorrow." The tears were still there. I don't think I can hold them back any longer. "I want to grow old with you. I can't see myself without you."

He was shocked.

Of course.

Ever since he came back as Red Hood our relation was pretty much trash.

Constant fights and who know what else we did to each other.

Of course.

He was a criminal. That was the way things were supposed to be. I didn't think we had...I didn't think we could have anything...

He was quiet. No answer from him.

I heard explosions of the next rooms. Guess our ride is here.

"It's B...I'll go help him or something. Stay here..." He didn't look at me. "Stay back. Soon...Soon things are going back to normal...Just forget what I told you...Pretend it never happened."

I knew it.

I knew he wouldn't...

I messed up bad.

"Do you ever shut up?"

"Huh?"

His lips are soft and cold.

He kissed me and I held back. I was too shocked to respond.

His eyes locked with mine, now he waited for an answer.

This guy...

This guy is going to drive me crazy.

"So? Wanna take me home? My body is still sore."

"Shut up."

I leaned forward, so did he. Our lips meet half way, forming a sweet short kiss. I felt alive. Emotions burst out like bombs of colours.

He was a tease. I could tell by the way he kissed me. The way he smiled when we separated. The way his eyes stared at me down.

"What 'chu say Golden Boy, take me home, help me recover. Then date me to a date. Or a movie. Or even have a wild night. Either works."

"You are such a jerk."

"You wouldn't love me any other way, would you?"

When did he...? Is this even my Jason?

"You've lost a lot of blood."

"Yup. Like if I was drunk." He paused before relaxing again in my arms. I didn't know what he was playing, and I didn't know how I felt about it. "Maybe I'm freaking out because you were my teenage crush." I'm glad to know, kind of?

"Was I?" I smiled, playfully at his words. I never knew I could be his crush.

"Who's the tease now, huh?"

[onthestraightandnarrowpath]

Ohmigosh, I thought this piece was ambitious for me, just, was not prepared for a deadline! Now I can find out if it actually looks as good on the smaller format tumblr puts it in rather than the blown up thing I’ve been working on!

Day 4 for JayDick Week 2017: Mer Au.

 Rambling under the cut!

I’m not sure where the net is being tied down… but I’m pretty sure Dick just led the two of them into an ambush and he’s not concerned at all. 

It was a challenge to also design their look as mers - I wanted to do something quite alien, but was waaay too lazy to find references that I could draw from, and anything that I produced was ugly, and I sort of wanted them to look like beautiful exotic creatures, which, is the whole point of the modern day construction of mermaids - something desirable despite its nonexistence? So, I instead went about thinking how mermaid vigilantes would work, and concluded that tails and patterns could be as identifiable as faces, but I didn’t want to mask the pretty tails, so the idea of hiding their identities was thrown out the window. I thought armour should be made primarily with straps and clasps, as a skin tight suit would be impossible to pull on and off in water.

Also, is it a theme I’m having, with associating Dick with ropes and restraints? 

[a-weird-amount-of-ships]

Jaydick week 2017 day 3: restraints.

[batpan]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU (Comics), Nightwing (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Additional Tags: JayDick Week 2017, JayDick Week, Prompt Fill, Soulmate AU, slight angst, Happy Ending, jaydick Summary:

His soulmate was alive, somehow, somewhere, but Dick was completely oblivious.