( dick's good enough for what jason needs here. he's no longer leaking so much blood it's trailing behind him. the adrenaline has run it's course, but it's fine because he's in one piece, and he doesn't need the heavy thrum of his heart beating faster than a jackrabbit to keep him up anymore. he hisses between teeth at the sting of alcohol, but that's all just normal, very day pain. jason's used to this part. he's done this part for himself more often than not.

and jason's letting himself go lax, trusting dick not to fuck him up. )

'd never be a bad influence on my only niece. Be a real shit example to pull while we're all still looking for Lian.

( he's always a terrible example. it's fine, jason's not fucking over the dog. haley's a good girl, he can feed her spoonfuls of ice cream after midnight and she won't tell. )

And you can't tell me when to go to bed. You're not my real mom.