That's a terrible deal. I go convince your mobsters to lead a more wholesome life while you stay here to be a bad influence on my dog?
[ He cleans up Jason's back as he talks, each motion familiar and gentle. The alcohol will sting, he knows, but if Jason hasn't passed out yet, he probably won't from that, either. And the finish line is in sight; they're almost there. Dick can carry him over that just like he carried him into the apartment. Soon, these will be just another couple of Jason's scars, the ones Dick can feel on his own body every time he sees them.
A few more stitches. The exit wound is larger, messier, requires more focus. Dick's no surgeon, but they've all gotten pretty good at this part, and he thinks it should heal okay, provided Jason actually takes it easy for a little while. ]
But I guess there's no way around it. Don't stay up too late, and no ice cream after midnight.
( 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.
Watch it, buster. Keep up that attitude and you won't get any cookies or juice. I'll send you straight to your room.
[ Which is a goddamn lie, because Jason not only needs sugar, he probably needs a pint or two of blood. The former Dick has on hand; the latter, not so much.
He finishes with the stitching – thank God, his hand was starting to cramp up – and pats Jason on the shoulder. ]
Come on. One last stumble across the apartment and then you can stay on my couch as long as you need.
[ Haley is ready. She has her favorite toy – an enormous white plush rat with a squeaker that won't quit – in her mouth and she's sitting by the couch, staring expectantly at them, her tail going a mile a minute as it sweeps over the floor. ]
And then you and Haley can have some girl talk while I go take care of business.
i'm tagging this back months later bc i just found it and i can
( the whine is less at the threat of no cookies or juice and more at the thought of having to get up after he's just settled back down. but jason - does start to roll himself off the table, catching himself on the foot closest to the floor and making sure that leg can hold his weight up before he moves the other one down, too, and
gets up.
see, he's up. even if he's woozy enough he almost, almost falls. )
I'm gonna get her to spill all the gossip on what you've been up to. ( not that he needs it. he's filling space with idle conversation, using it to keep himself focused. grounded. ) 'ley loves me, she'll do it.
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[ He cleans up Jason's back as he talks, each motion familiar and gentle. The alcohol will sting, he knows, but if Jason hasn't passed out yet, he probably won't from that, either. And the finish line is in sight; they're almost there. Dick can carry him over that just like he carried him into the apartment. Soon, these will be just another couple of Jason's scars, the ones Dick can feel on his own body every time he sees them.
A few more stitches. The exit wound is larger, messier, requires more focus. Dick's no surgeon, but they've all gotten pretty good at this part, and he thinks it should heal okay, provided Jason actually takes it easy for a little while. ]
But I guess there's no way around it. Don't stay up too late, and no ice cream after midnight.
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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.
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[ Which is a goddamn lie, because Jason not only needs sugar, he probably needs a pint or two of blood. The former Dick has on hand; the latter, not so much.
He finishes with the stitching – thank God, his hand was starting to cramp up – and pats Jason on the shoulder. ]
Come on. One last stumble across the apartment and then you can stay on my couch as long as you need.
[ Haley is ready. She has her favorite toy – an enormous white plush rat with a squeaker that won't quit – in her mouth and she's sitting by the couch, staring expectantly at them, her tail going a mile a minute as it sweeps over the floor. ]
And then you and Haley can have some girl talk while I go take care of business.
i'm tagging this back months later bc i just found it and i can
gets up.
see, he's up. even if he's woozy enough he almost, almost falls. )
I'm gonna get her to spill all the gossip on what you've been up to. ( not that he needs it. he's filling space with idle conversation, using it to keep himself focused. grounded. ) 'ley loves me, she'll do it.