An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson
Characters: Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Enemies With Benefits, Strip Tease, Minor Violence, Past Casual Sex, I Don't Even Know
Summary:
Slade tracks the movement through the crosshairs of the sight, breathing slow and even to minimize the sway. Kid drains the glass, picks up his phone, and heads back towards the living room. Tosses it down onto the couch when he gets there, ignoring how it bounces slightly on the cushion.
Slade's already reaching for his phone with his free hand, to let Grayson know exactly the kind of situation he’s in, when both of the kid's hands rise to open the top button on that perfect, crisp black shirt.
All in all, it doesn't take much for Slade to get Grayson in his crosshairs. Almost sloppy, really, how easy it is to find the kid's current apartment, and from there find a nice, open sightline from two roofs away that gives him an unobstructed view of about eighty percent of the place, minus most of the bathroom and a couple corners. Square floor plan, big windows, blinds and curtains pulled open in both the main room and the bedroom… Really, it's almost gift-wrapped.
Kid walks in at six forty-three, right on time. Just off work from that precinct, where he pretends he makes a difference in this pit of a city, and they give him some form of income that doesn't rely on Daddy-Bat's charity. He’s clocked the usual travel times, the kid’s patterns, the complete lack of a social life (not surprising). Only really took two days, but he gave it a week, just in case.
Slade can respect the desire for independence, even if he personally thinks the kid's liable to run himself into the ground trying to keep both his ‘jobs’ at once. Not that much energy left over for a full-time job when the kid’s running around on rooftops another eight hours or so every night. Only a matter of time till either one commitment or the other suffers for it.
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