Jason and Dick Ficlet
Title: Starting Over
Author: AiyokuSama
Fandom: Comics Batman
Characters: Jason and Dick, mention of Barbara and Tim
Genre: Angst? Slice of Life
Rating: R for language
Word Count: 726
Summery: Jason and Dick have been set up...over lunch.
Author’s Notes: This was all the fault of a t-shirt I was sent a link to. It's kind of a distant sequel to this drabble. Thank you to lyraeinne for betaing!
Jason is sitting in the diner, trying really hard not to fidget. No mask. No body armour. In theory he doesn’t need either. In theory. It’s supposed to be lunch. Just a meal. With Dick.
They’ve been talking. Sort of. If a less the thirty seconds on the phone counts. After everything that happened with that. That ghost. That mess with the spirit of his other self that hitched a ride from one of the other earths. Yes, messy is a bit of an understatement. He and Dick had been avoiding each other from that last six months since he busted out of jail.
Gah! He still can’t believe his other self was such an inept WHINER. He shudders and pushes the thought aside.
The reason they are getting together is due to the scheming of their respective better halves. Babs and Tim are bloody dangerous together.
So now he’s tapping his foot, waiting for Goldie to show up. Damn. He forces his foot to be still.
“Uh. Hey.”
Jason looks up and yes, that is indeed Dick. Looking just as nervous as the second Robin feels. He... “What the hell are you WEARING?!” His eyes widen, glued to the man’s shirt, which shows the silhouette of a male figure, suspended by ribbons with the caption ‘Aerialists Are Well Hung.’
Dick is smirking at him. “Like it? Babs gave it to me for my birthday.”
Jason groans. “What are you? A pun magnet?” Uhhhh! He scrubs at his eyes. Maybe some bleach is in order. The fact that Dick is snickering at him is oh so wonderful. Oh well, there could be a worse way to start this meeting. “Sit down. Before I kick your legs out.”
The other smiles, but he’s obviously remembered who he’s with. He’s covering the strain, but it’s still there.
“I know Babs and Tim talked to you about everything.” Yeah. Tim had been adamant that Dick be told, that he had to understand about it all and how it wasn’t Jason’s fault. Jason himself had wanted to just stay the fuck away. Simpler.
Dick nods at him, but with a scowl. Yeah, he probably doesn’t really believe it, not that Jason can blame him. Even in their particular lifestyle this is seriously nuts.
“I don’t know what to do with it,” his predecessor admits.
What the hell do you say to that. Jason just nods. He’s saved from having to respond as the waitress comes up with the coffee he’d been slugging back.
The portly woman in her pink uniform and battered tennis shoes smiles warmly at them. “Hey Sugar. You and your friend ready to order?”
Dick makes a little helpless motion, indicating that Jason should order. He’s not sure if that means he is supposed to be ordering for both of them. The former Red Hood, takes a deep breath. “Two orders of the French Toast.” He sneaks a glance at Dick, but the man doesn’t seem to have a problem with his selection. That’s a good thing.
The waitress smiles and him as she notes it down on her pad. “Sure thing, hon,” she says, patting Jason’s shoulder. Yeah, there’s a reason he chose this dinner. Of course, once she’s gone, they are back to awkward silence.
He takes another deep breath. “It wasn’t me.”
Dick nods.
“I was in there, but I only got to watch.”
Another nod.
“I kicked his spectral ass out when I was in the holding cell.”
Another nod. Fuck.
“Star Labs has come up with a male uterus. Tim is going to be a mommy.” The man jerks upright in his seat. Heh. That totally deserves a smirk. And then another one as Dick realizes he’s not being serious. “Look. We both have a lot of baggage, even before this shit went down. So.” He holds out his hand. “Hi. Jay Todd.”
Dick regards the hand, and then tentively takes it in his own, his grip firming up, but not squeezing painfully. “Dick Grayson.”
“Nice ta meetcha, Dick. I take it you like French Toast?”
There’s the beginnings of a real smile on the man’s lips. “Yeah. With lots of syrup and icing sugar.”
Jason snorts, letting go of the hand after a solid shake. If starting over means dealing with Goldie on a sugar high, he figures he can manage.
Author: AiyokuSama
Fandom: Comics Batman
Characters: Jason and Dick, mention of Barbara and Tim
Genre: Angst? Slice of Life
Rating: R for language
Word Count: 726
Summery: Jason and Dick have been set up...over lunch.
Author’s Notes: This was all the fault of a t-shirt I was sent a link to. It's kind of a distant sequel to this drabble. Thank you to lyraeinne for betaing!
Jason is sitting in the diner, trying really hard not to fidget. No mask. No body armour. In theory he doesn’t need either. In theory. It’s supposed to be lunch. Just a meal. With Dick.
They’ve been talking. Sort of. If a less the thirty seconds on the phone counts. After everything that happened with that. That ghost. That mess with the spirit of his other self that hitched a ride from one of the other earths. Yes, messy is a bit of an understatement. He and Dick had been avoiding each other from that last six months since he busted out of jail.
Gah! He still can’t believe his other self was such an inept WHINER. He shudders and pushes the thought aside.
The reason they are getting together is due to the scheming of their respective better halves. Babs and Tim are bloody dangerous together.
So now he’s tapping his foot, waiting for Goldie to show up. Damn. He forces his foot to be still.
“Uh. Hey.”
Jason looks up and yes, that is indeed Dick. Looking just as nervous as the second Robin feels. He... “What the hell are you WEARING?!” His eyes widen, glued to the man’s shirt, which shows the silhouette of a male figure, suspended by ribbons with the caption ‘Aerialists Are Well Hung.’
Dick is smirking at him. “Like it? Babs gave it to me for my birthday.”
Jason groans. “What are you? A pun magnet?” Uhhhh! He scrubs at his eyes. Maybe some bleach is in order. The fact that Dick is snickering at him is oh so wonderful. Oh well, there could be a worse way to start this meeting. “Sit down. Before I kick your legs out.”
The other smiles, but he’s obviously remembered who he’s with. He’s covering the strain, but it’s still there.
“I know Babs and Tim talked to you about everything.” Yeah. Tim had been adamant that Dick be told, that he had to understand about it all and how it wasn’t Jason’s fault. Jason himself had wanted to just stay the fuck away. Simpler.
Dick nods at him, but with a scowl. Yeah, he probably doesn’t really believe it, not that Jason can blame him. Even in their particular lifestyle this is seriously nuts.
“I don’t know what to do with it,” his predecessor admits.
What the hell do you say to that. Jason just nods. He’s saved from having to respond as the waitress comes up with the coffee he’d been slugging back.
The portly woman in her pink uniform and battered tennis shoes smiles warmly at them. “Hey Sugar. You and your friend ready to order?”
Dick makes a little helpless motion, indicating that Jason should order. He’s not sure if that means he is supposed to be ordering for both of them. The former Red Hood, takes a deep breath. “Two orders of the French Toast.” He sneaks a glance at Dick, but the man doesn’t seem to have a problem with his selection. That’s a good thing.
The waitress smiles and him as she notes it down on her pad. “Sure thing, hon,” she says, patting Jason’s shoulder. Yeah, there’s a reason he chose this dinner. Of course, once she’s gone, they are back to awkward silence.
He takes another deep breath. “It wasn’t me.”
Dick nods.
“I was in there, but I only got to watch.”
Another nod.
“I kicked his spectral ass out when I was in the holding cell.”
Another nod. Fuck.
“Star Labs has come up with a male uterus. Tim is going to be a mommy.” The man jerks upright in his seat. Heh. That totally deserves a smirk. And then another one as Dick realizes he’s not being serious. “Look. We both have a lot of baggage, even before this shit went down. So.” He holds out his hand. “Hi. Jay Todd.”
Dick regards the hand, and then tentively takes it in his own, his grip firming up, but not squeezing painfully. “Dick Grayson.”
“Nice ta meetcha, Dick. I take it you like French Toast?”
There’s the beginnings of a real smile on the man’s lips. “Yeah. With lots of syrup and icing sugar.”
Jason snorts, letting go of the hand after a solid shake. If starting over means dealing with Goldie on a sugar high, he figures he can manage.