Dick picking debris out of Jason’s hair and Jason startles, turning to face Dick with a pretty flush and scandalized expression. And Dick just stands there, dumbfounded, because oh. Gorgeous.
Time passes. Dick forgets about that past encounter. He doesn’t think anything of fixing Jason’s collar, but Jason trembles when Dick’s finger grazes the back of his neck. And Dick notices it the same way he hones in on the way Jason gasps - sharp and soft in equal measure. And Jason would have that same scandalized expression, that same blush as he wraps his hand around the back of his own neck. Eyes wide and mouth agape and so clearly frazzled and Dick wants more of that. Feels starved for it.
Dick’s hand at the small of Jason’s back as Dick scoots past him for whatever reason. Jason freezing against him, spooked and still but beneath that is a fine tremor. They’re close enough that Dick can see how Jason’s breath catches. It’s so fucking darling. It takes all his self restraint not to engage because of that. He pulls himself away, but lets his touch linger until the last moment. Just the press of his palm to the brush of his fingertips dragging over Jason’s back, his hip. A purposefully soft and low, ‘excuse me,’ that has a shiver chasing up Jason’s spine and Dick feels it before he forces himself away.
Dick’s hands around Jason’s waist to steady him. Jason stumbles regardless (because of it), knees buckling and sending Dick and him crashing down. All Dick can see from his place behind Jason are the red tips of Jason’s ears, the flush that burns the back of his neck before Jason scrambles away.
It never fails to catch Dick off guard how pure Jason is. The gap between how Jason chooses to be perceived versus the sincere parts of him that come out sometimes - it’s so damn charming.
Dick can’t help wondering what Jason would do if there was ever more. If Jason would stutter if he was flirted with or flinch away if someone tried to hold his hand. Would he squeeze his eyes shut tight right before a kiss? Would his knees buckle?
Dick wants to know. He wants to be the one that finds out. He wants to be the only one that gets to see it because Jason’s reactions are something precious and Dick — he’s never been particularly selfish, but with this one thing he doesn’t want to share.
Ahhh ABO au where Jason is the only omega in the batfam and Bruce is having a hard time arranging his marriage/blocking off bad suitors.
and dick is like "Hey B look at meeee" and Bruce thinks hes joking every time until Dick brutalizes a potential match for Jason because the marriage talks were getting serious and Jason seemed like he was considering the guy.
What’s annoying is that it’s a good match. This alpha would be good for Jason, to Jason. Despite that, Dick’s hackles are raised at the perceived threat. Teeth bared and growl so low Jason sits upright to stare at him, wide eyed and alert, albeit confused - concerned.
Even Bruce is startled, gaze darting between Dick and the prospective alpha across from them. The older alpha’s brows furrow as he tries to figure if Dick picked up on something Bruce missed, a danger or threat.
To say Bruce has missed a lot would be an understatement. Even now, Bruce mistakes Dick’s warning for something it isn’t. That’s been the problem for months though, hasn’t it? Soft protests against an archaic tradition overlooked. Shows of intent brushed off with a fond clap to Dick’s shoulder. An open and honest declaration to court Jason, to pursue him - chuckled over like some paltry joke that stung like a slap across the face because Bruce must see Dick as an undesirable - unworthy - alpha for his cherished omega.
And maybe Bruce isn’t wrong about that, but he is wrong about this.
The only danger in the room is Dick.
“Would you fight for him?” Dick asks. The growl that tore from him before is a barely bitten back thing now, but Dick doesn’t need the threat of it to make another alpha cower or show them their place. There’s steel in Dick’s gaze, a biting chill and crushing pressure in the low timber of his voice when he taunts, “Could you?”
It's a loaded question, purposefully asked to manipulate a choice answer. This is an alpha that would be good for Jason, to Jason. There's nothing else for them to say but an expected, "Of course."
It makes Dick smile, all bared teeth with a promise to bite. The threat in it has Jason shuddering beside him, cheeks flushing softly at the shameless throwing down of a metaphorical glove.
Ok consider this. Nightwing and Red Hood are on a joined mission. It's a multiple targets op, possibly a large quantity of military trained henchmen.
They are riding the elevator up to the penthouse of the boss, a bit like Marvel's Kingpin style.
It's one of those looking silent rides in an elevator...
And Dick is slightly bouncing on his feet.
And Jason? He is a tower of armored muscle, Is literally armed to the teeth (he learned from he best ahem ahem Arsenal), with double Swords, a la Berserker single giant sword, a grenade launcher pr something like that, guns knives, double bandoleers (the idea on loan feom Timmy) and of course his Helmet (tm).
And Dick jas a STRANGE DE JA VU, like there is a weird feeling down in his gut and he just can't place it
....until the elevator pings at the 150th floor, and Jason's position shifts from awaiting to a full on guard,
AND HE UNSHEETHS the double Swords, and Dick gets hit with the whiplash of his life -
Because in that moment,
Jason reminded him of Slade.
All the perils they're confronted with be damned, Dick won't shut up about it the entire time they're fighting. This man needs all the details. What did Deathstroke teach Jason? It was all professional, right? Right???
What proceeds is Dick having a comical meltdown as his thoughts spiral to worse and worse scenarios that eventually lands on: did he take Jason's first kiss???!
Which Jason is so exasperated by this point. On the one hand, Dick's jealousy increased his productivity exponentially, but on the other? Come on, man.
Jason asking if Dick is serious, which Dick very much is. Jason is charming and Deathstroke is spiteful; it's a perfect combination. Which Jason would deny. He would swear up and down that Deathstroke wouldn't have known it would spite Dick. And Dick - he can't help but laugh a bit because babe, please. Jason was never subtle with his crush. <3
Then Jason is just all sorts of omg, ffs. orz There's no answer yet though so Dick insists, 'so was he?' and Jason groans because no, Dick is still his first calm the fuck down.
And Dick hadn't known he was Jason's first so he stops dead in the middle of the fight and is all, 'really? (˶◕‿◕˶✿)'
Something something Dick wants to be Jason's last, too. His only. Just a casual proposal mid fight and the maiden in Jason comes alive because ffs how romantic is this?
You know how it's always Jason painted like the one who runs away from Dick's love even though he loves him back because he's insecure af and feels undeserving of Dick? How would be the other way around? Jason giving his all for Dick but Dick is the one that's insecure and feels like Jason deserves a lot better than him despite him being so in love with Jay
When Dick tries to turn Jason down with such a bitchass excuse, Jason would bristle, so angry with Dick that Jason would be seething because, 'you deserve better'? Fuck. Off.
Jason wouldn't take Dick's bullshit. Despite Dick's earnest attempts to turn Jason down, Jason would see right through the bravado to the insecurity underneath and it doesn't jive with him. Not one damn bit.
Which leads to a challenge: 'If not you, then who?'
No answer needed. What proceeds is Jason being an absolute menace by dating the absolute worst rogues.
Two Face, Black Mask, Deathstroke
It's a long con, but it serves its purpose in getting under Dick's skin. Rattling him until Dick snaps and takes Jason's aggression and turning them back on Jason because, 'the fuck are you doing?'
Something something they're hidden away in the dark of an alley, or some empty hallway. Lighting low, flickering, and Jason shudders at how it casts such severe looking shadows over Dick's face. Twisting him; distorting him. Dick deserves better than Jason, too.
Jason being every bit an ornery, sarcastic menace when he sneers because, 'You said I deserve better.'
'You do,' Dick growls, 'So what the hell?'
And Jason scoffs because what an idiot. Jason doesn't deserve anything good - never has. These rogues, men that hurt him or don't but are bad news all the same - 'This is what I deserve.'
Jason baring his teeth at Dick and challenging him one more time, 'Prove me wrong.'
And then they fuck fall in love. ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩)
Bruce is eternally grateful that Dick and Jason sort themselves out, too. Because Bruce was seriously about to have an aneurysm if Jason kept going down their list of rogues to date; it was driving him crazy.
From the scale of 1 to 10, how possessive Dick could get when it involves Jay? Perhaps from the point of view of batfam and/or other heroes🤔
Bruce: 10/10 - After Dick almost beat the Joker to death for blaspheming Jason’s name, has to make a plan for if Dick goes off the deep end again. It's a WIP of endless revisions, given how Bruce has to make contingencies depending on if/how/who oversteps with Jason. Planning against Superman was simpler, somehow. (Bruce recognizes that most of these plans involve him fucking up; he goes to therapy to work on limiting the potential for this - his son is scary. Bruce isn't a stranger to Dick's capacity for crimes of passion so --).
Tim: 12/10 - Because Dick likes to show [Jason] off, but he doesn't care to share. Has, on numerous occasions, been goaded onto the wrong side of some invisible line by Jason which has resulted in Tim bearing witness to night terror!Grayson. Jason loves to instigate trouble (and be rewarded with digging Tim in to a hole and being at the center of possessive!Dick’s attention). Has on one memorable occasion called Kon for an out. And Kon is there, obviously, but also he gives a low whistle because hot damn. Was this an invite? No? Well Kon and Tim really like Dickjay's vibe and — omg Conner stop this was an SOS not a booty call.
Damian: 4/10 - Could use substantial improvement. Be better, Grayson.
Roy: 12/10 - Thanks all the deities that he never actually fucked Dick's boy because good lord that would be Dick's villain origin story.
Clark: 8/10 - Had his hand smacked away once when he went to put his hand on Jason's shoulder. Clark? Stunned, given Dick is usually so composed and professional. Dick? Mortified by himself because omg. Jason? Cackling because this is the moment Dick finally becomes aware that he's a possessive bastard.
Slade: 9/10 - Knows the dangers and tempts it anyway because it’s fun. He likes to torment Dick to the point Dick gets a little feral. It’s a good look on him. Jason agrees. Bend Jason over Slade’s lap and let Dick go to town Jason is ready—Dick can show Slade up close and personal who Jason belongs to they’re both down 💦
Jason and dick independently chasing down the same mooks to a rundown strip bar and going in undercover. The pot bellied owner inviting them both for first day introductions. Jason stumbling upon seeing it's Dick doing practice runs on the pole. Dick missing a cue seeing Jay in the server outfit, booty shorts and a v neck top with his toddies spilling O U T.
It's not the first time they come across one another on a case and it certainly won't be the last. While Jason doesn't appreciate Dick shoehorning his way into Jason's business, he can't be too mad about it given how it led Jason to Bludhaven. Undoubtedly Dick and he followed different leads that have led them to this point. It's promising, but also so fucking unfortunate.
With how many embarrassing situations they've caught one another in, it's a wonder that either of them can still feel shame over anything. Even still, Jason flusters. For fuck's sake, Jason's tits are spilling out of his top; his ass hasn't been this much on show since his days as Robin.
It takes all Jason's self restraint to fight the urge to pull the shorts of his uniform down in a vie for modesty. They sit so low on his hips that even an attempt to be reserved is a foregone thing. Even when Jason tries to hide his chest with the serving tray, the owner tuts at him - chiding Jason to correct his posture; they're a 'professional establishment.' The clients don't come here to look at shy, timid maidens.
Being called out so aggressively diverts everyone's attention from their own tasks to him. It's an employee only night - a training simulation in which the new blood learns their tasks while the seniors lounge and enjoy themselves. It could be worse. There could be clients around, many of which are persons of interest in this case, but come on. For fuck's sake leave him alone.
His only mercy is that it's dark enough that the blush across Jason's cheeks isn't an easily noticed thing. Neither is his scowl.
Jason moves the tray so that he's not hidden behind it and bites back a grimace at the way he's eyed up and down. The attention is fleeting as the owner returns to appraising one of his new dancers, but Jason feels dirty for it nonetheless. Fucking creep.
The lights of the stage illuminate him faintly when Jason steps into it to serve his temporary boss and their cronies. One of them slaps the back of his thigh, laughter raucous as they squeeze, thumb pressing along the curve of his ass and Jason flinches, a shudder of disgust running down his back. He has to fight the knee-jerk reaction to fight and incapacitate; takes a deep breath because this is 'part of the training', a test to dissuade handsy customers.
Before Jason can even start, a trill runs up his spine and makes him tense because he can feel it - someone staring at him. It's weird, given Jason has had eyes on him all night, but this is different. Intense. It puts Jason on edge, body drawn taut for a fight.
When he discreetly glances out of his peripheral, Jason catches sight of the dancer and his eyes widen because it's not just some stripper working the pole - it's Dick.
From the look of him, the recognition is mutual.
Jason isn't sure what happens first or if it happens all at once, but in that moment of surprise everything goes to hell in a hand basket. Dick drops off the pole he'd been twisting around and Jason spills an entire tray of drinks into the owner's lap.
It's an uproar from there. The cronies throw themselves out of their chairs, shouting and berating Jason for the fuck-up until the boss raises his hand to silence them. Senior workers turn their heads away, focusing on the other waitstaff and talent. Playing it smart by keeping their heads down and minding their own.
Short-tempered, angry, and volatile men aren't anything new to Jason; he's unbothered by how they attack him and seethe, how the boss puts on airs like he's more important than he is. While Jason has the sense to snap his attention to the spilled drinks, his thoughts are very much caught on Dick. That he's there shouldn't come as much of a surprise as it is - this is Bludhaven, after all - but Jason already feels a blush of embarrassment staining his face and creeping low on his chest, across his fucking shoulders, even! Subconsciously, he reaches for his shorts. Fidgeting with the hem like there’s any modesty they can afford him.
(For the first time, Jason notices how the male dancers are more clothed than the full wait staff. Isn't it backwards? For fuck's sake).
Jason plays his role, apologizing profusely while assuring the owner that Jason will get everything cleaned up. And because Dick is always a hero regardless of what he is or isn't wearing, he steps down from the stage to kneel alongside Jason - reaching out for broken glass until the owner snips at him to stop.
"Dancers are meant to be watched," The boss says, jerking his chin back to the stage before sitting back and looking down his nose at Jason, legs spreading in an obscene and suggestive way, "This one will clean up after himself, won't you sweetheart?"
Dick's fingers twitch at the disparagement and the dirty implication. An uncomfortable silence follows, tension thick until Jason continues to pick up the larger glass shards. However reluctant, Dick pulls away from him, stepping back on to the stage and back to the pole to mind his business so that Jason can mind his and they can get through the night without further incident.
This case is bigger than the both of them. They can't fuck this up even if each others' presence was an unanticipated, unwanted thing and regardless if this miserable fucking bastard crook tests Jason's temper like none other.
"Missed a spot, doll." The boss drawls. When Jason looks up at him from beneath his lashes, the man spreads his legs that much wider and Jason clenches his jaw. It's a bold move to make with someone holding shards of glass in their hands. Jason could ruin this guy's day real quick. The man's hands rest over his lap, drawing up to tap his thumb over his alcohol-soaked groin while he flags another server down to get him a drink. "You need this job; don't fuck it up."
Jason grinds his teeth, but swallows down the rage with a promise to himself that he'll fuck everything up come the end of this case. A shard of glass cuts his hand from where he grasps it too tightly. It slices into his palm the same way it does his knees when Jason begrudgingly falls to them between the man's legs.
Fingers thread through his hair, drawing Jason's head down and Jason forces his body to be still, lax. It's not like he hasn't done this before for the same type of bitch. This is fine. This is fine.
And then the man is gone entirely. Jason stays knelt on the floor, eyes wide as Dick launches himself off the stage, throwing himself at the boss they're supposed to be manipulating and sending the both of them sprawling backwards over the chair the man was sat in. Jason stares in wonder at the picture of rage Dick paints, eyes alight and wild, teeth bared in an ugly snarl, fist drawn back and pulling out of everyone's hands that try to hold him back.
It's not something Dick apologizes for later once Jason is able to track him down. All Dick does is spit the blood in his mouth onto the streets and glower, head turned away and body drawn taut - itching for a fight.
He's a sight, to say the least. Enough to make Jason want to drop to his knees again, only this time without any interruptions to save his honor.
As it stands, Jason leans against the wall beside Dick and waits for him to simmer down. They've seen each other in any number of embarrassing or shameful scenarios and Jason should really be flustering about other parts of their night as opposed to this.
The case is still on. Jason has them covered in the same way Dick covered for him. And while Jason isn't thrilled to let Dick in on his case - Jason did wander into Bludhaven's borders. That besides, it's not the worst feeling to have someone looking out for him.
I love Tim in your dickjay content😭😭 its lovely. Especially with Dick being a possesive ass. So i was wondering what if Tim has a little way too obvious crush on Jay (only Jay doesn't know) and Dick is very:)) because Jason is *his*
Thank you so much!! Something about Tim being infinitely exhausted by his smitten in love/lust brothers is so funny. He's perpetually brought in to the dickjay shenanigans and he can't find the unsubscribe button lol (though lbr he likes to watch 👀)
Anyway, a bit of a spin on the usual with Tim genuinely crushing on Jason; thank you for the prompts!
Said crush is entirely based on physical attraction though
Tim gets a face full of toddies one day and it changes him as a man
There's no going back after experiencing the majesty that are Jason's pecs - so plush, so ample, so lewd
He's never fallen so hard for someone in such a shallow, superficial way but he isn't even mad about it
Jason's breasts? Hot damn.
This attraction leads to a lot of subconscious staring
Jason doesn't notice, but Dick most definitely does
A lot of Dick's time goes to admiring Jason's chest; it's his choice wonder to marvel - of course he notices when someone else is awed by them, too
There's nothing respectful in the way Tim watches their heft or bounce though. The punk is perving; Dick would know the look anywhere.
Dick looking between Tim and the toddies before scowling something fierce as he comes to the conclusion: he needs to assert his dominance over Jason's bountiful bosom. Tim is out of line--
Meanwhile Tim honestly doesn't care. He recognizes that this 'crush' is just his hormones running wild. Jason has an allure about him that attracts attention. He's unintentionally obscene and like -- it's a sight. Tim likes pretty pictures. So he doesn't have any real intention to act; Tim just wants to watch.
And watch he does because Dick comes out with so much aggression in showing Tim who Jason belongs with:
Post-training cool down. Dick, Jason and Tim running through stretches on the mat. Tim very clearly staring off into space as he catches a glimpse of pec through the low side slit of Jason's top and Dick bristles.
It leads to Dick pulling Jason into the space between his legs with Jason's back pressed to Dick's front before Dick wraps bodily around him, hands raised to hold Jason's pecs steady and keep him modest.
And like, joke is on Dick because Tim isn't even bothered. Still hot.
And so it goes. Again and again because Dick recognizes that Tim isn't the sort to scare easy. Of course not - Tim is Robin, Dick's protege. He shouldn't expect any different.
Jason and Tim reading in the manor library. Or Jason reading, Tim does research for a case. A lower priority consideration given how Tim looks over his laptop to stare at the stretch of Jason's shirt over his pecs.
Dick, a looming night terror over Tim's shoulders. Tim might jump a bit when Dick asks about the case - so absorbed by Jason that he hadn't been aware of his surroundings and oh, that's a problem.
Dick laying over top of Jason to obscure the view and Tim pouts a bit - both because Dick is blocking the view and also because Tim might be a bit jealous. Jason's chest looks comfortable to nap on.
And more:
Where Tim coughs to get Jason's attention as they're getting dressed for patrol.
When Jason turns to look at Tim -- the kid holds bandaids out to him and at first Jason is ??? but then Tim casts a quick glance down to his chest and then he flusters because omfg
The toddy nips are being lewd through Jason's shirt
Embarrassed as Jason is, he takes the bandages. Grateful because they're actually really sensitive. Stupid Dick and the recent escalation in his tit fetish.
Jason taping them on and Tim watching with wide eyes and flushed cheeks because oh. Tim can't blame Dick's fetish at all - this is...wow.
And to wrap it up:
When Jason and Tim are dressing down post patrol, Tim is legit taken out at the knees. They straight up give out on him at the sight of Jason's chest being marked up - ravaged
It doesn't help matters that Jason gives Tim a side eye and pouts about it.
Tim wants a picture so bad. Jason is so damn pretty
Basically Dick really just exacerbates the problem of Tim having a crush on Jason and it's amazing. Jason is none the wiser.
Im a sucker for your jealous and possesive Dick agenda! So heres a thought: Dick fucking Jason so good and making sure Slade knows that, so he knows nobody can please Jay like him
The scenario: a classic misinterpretation of the facts situation that leads to a lot of first and second hand embarrassment. ԾᴗԾ
It's Jason. He's the only one embarrassed.
Anyway, Dick overhears half of a conversation between Jason and Slade. And Dick doesn't even ask about it; jealousy immediately gets the best of him and he gets a little intense, a little psychotic.
And Jason isn't stupid. He puts together what's happened right away but he loves it. Like hell he's going to explain the problem away and temper the storm Dick becomes.
It's not any different from normal for Dick to be consuming and overwhelming with his passions, but he goes about it in a different way this time around and it gets Jason going, hot damn.
Jason wouldn't say Dick seems particularly threatened, but he must be. Maybe it's because Slade is involved? Those two always get weird about each other, so maybe. Jason will have to keep that in mind (for future tomfoolery)
Dick wanting to be sure Jason will feel him even after Jason goes. Him wanting Jason to walk away from this with Dick spilling between his legs. Him wanting whoever Jason sees next (Slade) to know Dick had him and that Dick fucked him better and oh, if that doesn't draw a delighted shiver up Jason's spine.
Nice in theory, not in practice after the fact. Because while Jason is glowing, body ridden with love bites and bruises in the shape of Dick's hands and teeth -- Jason is late for the fucking job Slade called him out on. He can't walk.
Jason straight up tumbles out of bed and is horrified because hindsight is a bitch. He was too busy getting his rocks off to consider how it might impact his body the following day!!
It was exciting though. Dick is hot when he lets himself be aggressive. ;A;
Meanwhile Dick looks so damn smug and content as he waves Jason off.
Anyway, Jason gets to the appointed meeting point with Deathstroke but it's very apparent that Jason isn't in good condition. Jason still can't walk without a limp; he can't support his own weight without grimacing.
And omg Slade heaves a sigh at the lack of professionalism and Jason is so embarrassed because he knows ahhhhhhh.
When it slips that it was Dick that put Jason in such condition, Slade's mood shifts from exasperated to smug. Proud, even and Jason is ━Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||)━ because what is happening?
Idk I got a lot of feelings for Slade being really weird about Dick in really weird ways. Like they're not friends or partners, but Dick is still his boy, y'know? Get it.
Then Jason comes home later and Dick is preened and ready for the details on how Deathstroke took to Jason's ravished appearance. Was he jealous? And Jason is perpetually red faced, flustered because no, not even close. Jason was on a job it sucked. ;n;
And Dick goes from possessive jackass to doting boyfriend because ooooooooh shit, oh no, is Jason okay ah, fuck @////@
Jason loves when Dick gets a little dark and dangerous when he's intimate, but hell. Jason isn't picky. He just loves Dick. He'll gladly bask in being treated like the pillow princess he sometimes is.
