Cute moments between little Jason and Dick, because I need them as brothers
Tim: Hey, guys! Guess what I found!
Dick: Hm?
Damian: What?
Tim: The old cassette. It says "Jason & Dick" on it.
Dick: Oh! I forgot about it completely! Let's watch it in the living room.
Jason: I don't want to.
Damian: It is cute that you think you have a say in it, Todd.
Jason: Shut up.
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The recording shows little Jason happily sleeping on Dick's hands. His small hands wrapped around his brother's neck, and his nose was buried in it. Dick gently rocked them from side to side, but it was clear that he had been holding Jason for a long time, as his arms were slightly trembling. However, the kid had no intention of getting down. Whenever Dick leaned over, his brother immediately hugged him tighter, groaning in protest. So the teenager would straighten up every time and continue rocking the boy with a slight smile. In the background, Alfred's light, elegant chuckle could be heard.
Finally, Bruce appeared on the recording, approaching the brothers with a slight chuckle.
Bruce: Come on, Jay. Your brother needs to rest.
But as soon as his hands touched the boy, he screamed and turned his body around so he could kick the man away. After that, he hugged Dick even tighter, hiding his face in his shoulder.
Jason: No! I want to stay with Dickie! Don't take him away from me!
Dick: Little Wing, honey, no one is taking me away. My hands just need a rest. I'll still be there with you.
Jason seemed unmoved by his words as he squeezed Dick's side between his legs.
Bruce: Come on, Jaylad.
Jason: NOOO!
Dick looked behind the camera as if he was asking Alfred for help. But he just laughed, and the young man made an angry face.
Dick: Bruce...
Bruce: I can't help it if he won't come down.
Dick, looking at Jason: You're not going to go down?
Jason briefly looked up, then shook his head with a sweet smile. He then rubbed his cheek against his brother's before lying back on his hands.
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Damian: Todd was so... happy.
Jason: Wow, thanks, brat.
Tim: If Nightwing had carried me around when I was a kid, I would have been just as happy.
Dick, looking at Tim: I carried you, after all?
Damian: Did Todd finally get out of your hands, Richard?
Dick: After next two hours yes. Before that? Nope.
Tim: When B touched him, Jason looked like he was ready to bite his hands off!
Alfred, behind them: Because that's how it was. Young Master Jason hated it when anyone tried to tear him away from Master Dick. Although... I don't know if anything has changed in that regard since then.
The brothers turned around, surprised by the sudden appearance of the footman, who stood behind them with his stoic demeanor. However, they noticed that there was a hint of nostalgia and memories in his gaze.
Dick: Alfie! Want to watch the rest with us?
Alfred: With pleasure.
Tim: So, sit down with us.
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The next video shows the old training room. It contains equipment that was removed and replaced years ago. The walls have also been repainted.
In the middle of the room, on mats, stood Dick and Jason. Dick kneeled beside his brother, explaining some kind of acrobatic move. He gestured with his hands the most important movements, and the boy next to him vigorously nodded his head. After a moment, Dick stood up and gently stroked his brother's head.
Dick: And what, Little Wing, do you understand?
Jason: Yes!
Dick: Well, try it.
Jason: Will you watch?
Dick: Of course.
That was enough for the boy, and he walked a few steps to his brother, then performed the explained acrobatic routine. In the background, Dick can be seen smiling widely and clapping his hands the whole time.
After doing the last flip, Jason joyfully let out a whoop and jumped up. Dick immediately ran to him, fell to his knees and hugged him tightly. Jason continued to laugh as his brother kissed his cheeks and praised him with affection.
Dick: You did great, honey. I'm so proud of you.
Alfred, in the background: Excellent show, master Jason.
Jason: Thank you!
The boy wrapped his arms around his brother and tucked his head under his brother's chin, babbling about how the exercises were fun.
Dick: Want to try something else?
Jason: Sure! But not right now. I'm fine for now.
Dick, patting his brother's back: Of course.
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Tim: Doing exercises? Wonderful. Sitting on Dick's lap and cuddling with him? Even better.
Dick: These were his first solo flips. I was so proud of him when he got it right the first time!
Jason, quietly: I know. You've never been afraid to show me you're proud of me.
Jason didn't push away the hand that gently grasped him. Instead, he squeezed it tighter, intertwining their fingers.
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The recording shows a living room and a couch where they are currently sitting. However, there, in the middle of the couch, Bruce is sitting with Jason on his lap, who was talking about some book. His babbling was interrupted by the sound of opening and then closing doors. The boy immediately jumped off his father's legs, then ran out of the living room shouting "It's Dickie! Dickie! You came!". Dick's joyful laughter followed and he said "Wow, Little Wing, look how you've grown!". After a moment, Dick appeared in the room's doorway, carrying a completely ecstatic Jason in his arms. The boy hugged his chest and looked at him with such incredible love that Bruce and Alfred could be heard making soft, tender sighs.
Dick approached the camera to greet Alfred, but never left Jason's side. He simply placed him on his hip, which allowed him to hold him with one hand. When he approached Bruce, he simply extended his hand with a quiet "Hello" and then sat down in the chair next to the couch. It was clear that Bruce was expecting a warmer welcome, but he didn’t comment on it.
Jason lay down on his brother's lap. He sat sideways, resting his head on his shoulder and placed one of Dick's hands on his head, causing him to chuckle.
Dick: Yes, yes, of course. How could I forget?
Jason: Maybe if you came more often, you wouldn't have forgotten...
The atmosphere immediately changed. Dick stiffened, and Jason's gaze fell to his knees. Bruce looked sad, and Alfred sighed behind the camera.
Dick: Jay, honey, you know why that is...
Jason: I know. I just miss you.
Dick: Oh, Little Wing. I promise I'll be here all through Christmas.
Jason: And for a New Year? Please?
The boy's voice was so pleading that Dick couldn't ignore it. He took a deep sigh and kissed the top of his brother's head.
Dick: Okay, I'll stay until the New Year.
Jason, hearing this, squealed with delight, kissing Dick on the cheeks.
Jason: Thank you! I love you, I love you, I love you!
Dick, with a chuckle: I love you too.
Bruce: You're really going to stay?
Dick for a moment looked at him, then he focused his eyes on Jason again.
Dick: Only for Jay.
Bruce, quietly: Thank you.
However, Dick didn't respond, focusing on what his brother was saying. He chuckled at his energetic gestures and exaggerated expressions. The atmosphere relaxed again when Bruce leaned against the sofa back and watched his sons with a loving gaze.
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Tim: You weren't on the best terms with B back then, were you?
Dick, sighing: I haven't been at the Manor for nearly four months before these holidays.
Jason: I remember. I was really angry with Bruce for arguing with you. I barely spoke to him. It wasn't until you promised to come that I started talking to him again.
Dick: It's nice that you care about me so much, Jay.
Damian: Why did you fight with father?
Dick: We didn't really like each other back then. It was also partly my fault-
Jason, interrupting him: -the vast majority of the blame falls on Bruce. You were barely a teenager at the beginning, and then just a young adult. He should have been more mature back then.
Everyone looked at Jason, who was defending Dick. Richard looked at him so tenderly, so graciously, that Jason had to look away. However, his fingers closed harder around his brother's fingers.
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On the recording, Dick and Bruce are seen talking downstairs. It seems that their relationship became warmer because neither of them was tense and they stood close to each other. Even slight smiles appeared on their faces, and when Dick chuckled, Bruce looked as if a little boy was standing in front of him, not a young man.
At one point, a rustling could be heard in the background. Bruce didn't notice, but Dick turned his head toward the sound. His eyes suddenly opened wide, and he quickly rushed forward, dodging Alfred with the camera.
When the camera turned toward him, Dick caught falling and laughing Jason in his arms, falling to his knees.
Dick, hugging his brother tightly: What the hell, Little Wing? You could have gotten hurt!
Bruce: Jay, are you okay?!
Jason: I'm fine! I knew I was safe with Dickie around. He'd always catch me.
The boy's voice was so sincere and loving that Dick had to catch his breath. He hugged Jason even tighter, kissing his forehead.
Dick: Of course, Jay. Of course, I'll always catch you. But maybe next time warn me before you decide to jump, huh?
Jason: But where's the fun in that?
Dick: And you want me to die of a heart attack?
Jason: No! You must live!
Dick: So let me know next time you're planning something like that!
Jason, tucking his head under Dick's chin: Okay, I'll tell you.
Bruce: At least one of my sons will warn me before he tries to break his neck...
Alfred: Oh, I remember very well how young Master Dick jumped from the chandeliers.
Jason: You jumped from the chandelier?!
Dick: Yes. I missed the circus and it seemed to me that I was there again...
Jason: But now we're your home! Let's exercise together, and then we can watch something.
Jason slid off his brother's lap and began pulling him by the hand to follow him.
Alfred: Isn't that lovely, Master Bruce?
Bruce, on the verge of tears: Yes...
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Tim: Jason jumped without any hesitation...
Jason: You had it on tape, why.
Damian: It is amazing how each of us is able to jump into Richard's arms without a shadow of fear.
Dick: Awww, thank you, little D. I love you too.
Alfred: Master Dick finally spent a lot of time to gain your trust. As you can see, his dedication and patience paid off.
Tim: Dick could tell me to jump from 100 meters because he'd catch me, and I would do it. No hesitation.
Jason, in a whisper: Me too.
Dick's head fell onto his shoulder.
Dick: I trust you guys too. With my whole life.
Jason, Tim, Damian: We know.
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The recording shows Dick's bedroom. Dick himself is wearing a formal shirt with a tie and suit pants. He looked like he was searching for something.
Bruce, in the background: Dick, come on! We have to leave now!
Dick: I can't find my jacket! I swear it was on the bed when I went to the bathroom!
Bruce, entering the room: Are you sure? Maybe you accidentally put it somewhere else?
Dick, sighing: Eh, maybe? I don't know anymore.
Bruce: Alfred, why are you smiling like that?
Alfred: For no reason, master Bruce.
Bruce: Come on, Dickie, let's find your jacket...
They went out into the hallway and then down the stairs.
Dick went from room to room, but he couldn't find his lost item anywhere.
He turned to face the camera, then resignedly put his hand in his hair.
Dick: For Christ's sake...
However, after a moment, he made a surprised face, and the proud Jason passed in front of the camera. Bruce's and Dick's eyes followed him as he chuckled to himself.
He wore a missing jacket that wrapped around him like a blanket. The long sleeves covered his hands, but he moved them energetically nonetheless. He looked pleased with himself.
Dick looked like he was going to cry. His eyes turned glassy, and his mouth stretched into a wide smile.
Dick: Fuck this gala. I need to go hug my brother.
He ran to Jason, lifted him up in his arms, much to the boy's delight, who immediately buried his nose in his neck. He laughed when Dick kissed him on the cheeks and nose.
Dick: So, that's where my jacket went. But that's okay, you can keep it, you look so cute in it.
Jason: Thank you!
Dick, turning to Bruce: B, we're not going to the gala.
Jason: Yes! We'll cuddle and read! Dickie, you will read to me, right?
Dick: How could I say no to you when you look like a little angel?
Bruce: Okay, you don't have to go. I'll say you got sick and had to stay at the Manor.
Dick, leaving: Thanks!
Bruce, holding back tears: Alfred, they look so adorable together!
Alfred: I agree.
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Tim: Officially, every single one of us has stolen and/or is stealing Dick's clothes.
Damian: I will not deny it.
Alfred, with a slight chuckle: And then Master Dick can't even find his shirt.
Tim: Then he shouldn't wear such comfortable clothes!
Dick: But we wear similar clothes?
Damian: Yours are different, Richard.
Dick: You guys just like stealing from me.
Tim: Partly yes.
Damian: Todd seemed so proud of himself.
Jason: Because I was. You know how hard it used to be to get B to not take us to those stupid galas?! If I knew that all I had to do was steal Dick's clothes and show up in them, I would have done it from the start.
Dick: You looked like a sweet little angel!
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At the beginning of the recording, only Bruce is seen saying something about some new equipment. Finally, something else is heard in the background. Music. Someone is playing the piano. Bruce and Alfred, who was holding the camera, searched for the source of the sound. Finally, they opened the door to one of the older rooms in the Manor.
In the middle, at the piano, sat Dick. His fingers moved elegantly and precisely over the keys. Not a single off-pitch note could be heard. Next to him sat Jason. He cuddled into the side of Dick, listening intently to the beautiful melody. He spoke only after the music had ended.
Jason: Dickie?
Dick: Yes, Little Wing?
Jason: Could you sing for me?
Dick: Of course, honey, come here.
He gently lifted the boy and placed him on his lap. The footage shows Jason's fingers gripping the back of Dick's shirt.
Dick: What would you like?
Jason: That lullaby you sing to me after a nightmare.
In a moment, Dick's fingers began to move over the keys again, and his melodious, almost angelic voice began to sing. He sang a song in his native language that his mother had always sung to him. Jason slightly loosened his grip on the shirt he was holding.
When the camera briefly focused on Bruce, the man was crying with emotion. He didn’t even wipe his tears.
Bruce, quietly: I haven't heard his singing for so long... Almost forgot how beautifully he plays the piano.
Alfred: What luck that he didn't forget how to play...
Bruce: Jason must have fallen asleep on his lap. Come on, let's give them some privacy.
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Damian: You have a beautiful voice, Richard.
Tim: I agree. You should sing to us more often!
Dick: Well, if you want...
Jason: We want...
Damian: Your voice is very soothing.
Alfred: I'm sure Master Bruce would also like to hear your singing again, Master Dick.
Dick: Well, I'll think about it.
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The recording shows a kitchen where an annoyed Jason is sitting. His anger cannot be appeased by any promises.
Jason: No! I want Dickie! Where is he?!
Bruce: He'll be here soon. Please calm down.
Jason: You said that half an hour ago and he still isn't here...!
The boy's lower lip began to tremble, and tears appeared in his eyes. When he was about to start sobbing, the sound of closing doors and Dick's voice calling out "Where's my favorite little brother?" could be heard in the background. Jason immediately brightened up. He jumped off the counter and ran to him, shouting "Here I am!".
Bruce: Jay loves Dick the most in the world.
Alfred: I don't think I could argue with that.
A moment later, Dick entered the kitchen with Jason clinging to his chest. The kid looked like he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
Dick: Sorry I'm late. There was an accident, causing massive traffic jams.
Jason: That's not important anymore! The important thing is that you finally arrived.
Dick, rubbing the boy's back: Yes, I'm here.
Bruce: Next time, let me know if you're going to be late. Jason almost cried.
Dick: Is that true, Little Wing?
Jason just shyly nodded. Dick immediately pressed him closer and kissed him on the crown of his head.
Dick: Oh, sorry, sweetheart. I promise I’ll call you later next time.
Jason: Since you're late, you have to stay longer.
Dick: How long do you want me to stay?
Jason, excitedly: Forever!
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Tim, laughing: Jason never cared what Bruce said.
Jason: That's true.
Tim: You only cared when Dick showed up, right?
Jason: Hard to deny.
Jason: And you, brats, you have it on tape that I'm Dick's favorite brother!
Damian: That is not true!
Tim: You're not!
Dick just sighed and listened to his younger brothers argue.
Alfred: Young masters, I'm afraid the tape is stuck.
Actually, the rest of the recordings weren't visible on the TV. Tim sighed in disappointment.
Tim: Seriously?! That was hilarious to watch!
Alfred: I'll try to fix it so you can finish watching it another time.
Tim: Yes!
Jason: Fuck...
Later that night, when Dick was getting ready for bed, he heard a knock at the door. He opened it and saw Jason.
Dick: What's going on, Jay?
Jason: Just... can I stay...?
Dick, hearing this hesitant request, felt his heart melt.He smiled tenderly at his brother, then gently took his hand and pulled him into the room.
Dick: Of course. Come on, lie down.
For a moment, they lay face to face. None of them spoke up. Dick was happy that his younger brother had come to visit him. When he was almost asleep, he felt Jason snuggling up to him. At first, he felt his arms tentatively wrapping around him, and when he didn't push him away, Jason pressed his face into Dick's chest.
Dick, quiet: Is everything okay?
Jason: Yes. These recordings just made me remember a lot of things and...
The older man simply wrapped him in his arms, running one hand through his hair. Exactly as he liked when he was a child.
Dick: It's okay, it's okay. You can rest, honey.
The nickname, spoken with such affection, made Jason's chest tighten and his heart beat faster. No one had spoken to him like that in a long time. He wanted to cry.
He buried his face deeper into the familiar chest and took a trembling breath.
Jason: Dickie, could you... sing me this lullaby?
Dick didn't hesitate for a moment. He opened his mouth and began to sing quietly. Jason's body relaxed immediately. He felt warm and safe.
He felt like a little boy again, and he didn't hate that feeling. He liked the fact that his older brother was holding him and singing for him. Just for him.
When Dick finished singing, Jason almost fell asleep. He felt his brother kissing him gently on the top of his head, and that made him unable to resist saying words he hadn't spoken in a long time.
Jason: I love you, Dickie.
He heard his brother's breath stop for a moment, but then he heard the answer he had been waiting for.
Dick: I love you too, Little Wing. I love you so much, Jay.
Hearing this, he fell asleep, relieved.
He now remembers why he loved sleeping with his older brother when he was a kid.
Because an older brother means warmth and a sense of security. Something he had longed for for years.
Now he has it again.
