Fic: Quiet Dancing
Title: Quiet Dancing
Disclaimer: Don’t own, wish I did
Rating: PG
Characters: Jason, Joey
Series: Robin’s of Gotham. Other parts here.
Summary: Jason and Joey talk at night.
A/N: A thousand and one thanks to pervyficgirl for beta’ing this for me.
Jay stared up into the night sky, lying on the roof of the Tower. He heard the door to open and close, recognizing the sound of the footsteps that approached.
"Lazy?" Joey raised an eyebrow.
"Very." Jay gestured to the space next to him invitingly.
"Not brooding, are you?" Joey took the seat offered, and stared up where Jay had been studying until Joey had come up.
"I am allowed, you know." Jay grinned lazily, stretching his arms out in front of him. "Despite a complete lack of family resemblance, I am a Bat."
"Yes, you don't resemble your brother's at all.” Joey silently laughed, taking in Jay's black hair and the white out lenses that he knew hid blue eyes, warm with amusement and mischief. Much like Nightwing's had at times. He hadn't caught the young Robin with mischief yet, but he had a feeling Robin could pull a prank as good as his brothers did if he chose to.
"I don't." Jay grinned. "They'd be up here, brooding instead of enjoying the humid summer heat, and the only breeze we're likely to feel unless we're flying up in Gotham above the streets. I'm enjoying the company, the weather, and the only breeze we're going to feel until the fall." Jay loved Gotham as much as any Bat, but currently, it was a miserable place to live in. Most sensible billionaires there, and anyone else who could afford to, had gotten out of town. The crime rate had done its usual summer spiking, so Bruce didn't count as a sensible billionaire. But Jay already knew what was going to happen so he wasn't surprised at their baking. He just spent more time tinkering down in the cave than he usually did.
"Enjoying the company?" Joey glanced around. "Rose just leave?"
"Nah, she and Eddie had a date tonight. Haven't seen her since this afternoon," Jay replied. "The silence, and now you."
"Which isn't much different." Joey nodded stretching his legs out before him.
"Except it is." Jay shrugged. "You're noisy as hell, Joe. Just not in a verbal way." He sat up and looked directly at Joey. Joey shrugged. Sometimes he wished he could be verbally loud.
"You know us Bats are nonverbal sometimes. We learn early how to read the nonverbal clues, even if we come to the life late. At least the way you speak makes sense and isn't a bunch of random words strung together in no particular order. And it's honest. It's not your voice saying one thing, and your movements another. And then trying to figure out which one is the one you mean. It's nice."
"I guess." Joey frowned. He'd always seen that, and noticed for being the supposed shadier ones of the family, the Bats were always in synch with themselves. He just hadn't thought that they'd known that. He just figured they were enough in tune with their bodies to where they could lie with both voice and body. He didn't doubt the fact, of course.
"So, what did you think of the movie?" Jay grinned, sitting up and turning to Joey. They'd been watching a movie earlier with the other Titans and sitting in the back of the room. Robin and Rose wouldn't let them sit in the front anymore. They both talked too much.
"Those two characters were going together." Joey grinned.
"Told you so." Jay laughed, wrapping his arm around Joey's shoulders. "How's he doing?" Slade had been taken into protective custody and then released under temporary insanity.
"Disappeared after the hearing," Joey replied. "I'm pretty sure Rose has a way to contact him." He relaxed into the embrace. "I didn't ask for one."
Jay nodded, leaving his arm where it lay. If he didn't know daddy issues, who did? They continued to watch the stars revolve around them for a while.
"How're you doing?" Joey asked curiously.
"Fine." Jay shrugged. He was doing alright.
"Family?" Joe frowned
"Tim and Kon are good, actually seeming to be the first of our family to get it right," Jay answered. "Dick and Roy seem to be alright, now that Dick's got his head out of his butt. Now if he'd just cooperate with J'onn on his therapy. . ."
"Still can't imagine Nightwing in therapy." Joe shook his head. "He never seemed quite that bad back then. Bad, but not that bad."
"Things went to hell in a hand basket." Jay shrugged. "It's like someone decided we needed more angst and gloom."
"Glad I missed it." Joe smiled.
"You were lucky," Jay admitted. "Either that or someone liked you." They fell silent for a while, listening to the music coming from below. It seemed that someone was listening to music. Jay bet it was Tim, doing some homework. The boy actually believed that classical music increased concentration.
Joey finally stood up, and offered his hand to Jay. Jay eyed it and Joey and shrugged. He stood up, watching Joey curiously.
"Dance?" Joey offered hesitantly.
"Sure." Jay nodded. Joey pulled him into his arms. Jay went willingly, letting Joe take the lead this time, resting his arms on Joey's upper back, Joey's arms around his waist. He closed his eyes, taking in the fresh air, paint, turpentine, and canvasy smell that he'd quickly come to associate with Joey.
"New painting? Still want to see what you made of San Francisco," Jay murmured, eyes falling closed. Joey nodded silently, his eyes on the muscular black haired man in his arms. He liked Jay. He was kind of surprised at that, but he'd seen a lot of good traits, traits that he'd been looking for in a mate, in Jay.
He let them continue dancing until the music finally shut itself off, and another kind of music disturbed them. Jay stopped moving, not pulling away from Joey, and laughed.
"Gonna have to remind baby bro to close his windows when he and Kon are doing that."
"Jay. . ." Joey frowned.
"Yeah?" Jay tilted his head curiously. Joey looked down, shrugged and then pulled Jay in for a hard kiss. Jay started, then relaxed into it after a moment.
"Ummm, Joe?" Jay asked, once they separated.
"Want to date?" Joey asked.
"Why me?" Jay frowned.
"Why not?" Joey replied.
"Your father is going to kill me, if we do this," Jay answered.
*comments and criticism are welcome, appreciated and taken into consideration*
Disclaimer: Don’t own, wish I did
Rating: PG
Characters: Jason, Joey
Series: Robin’s of Gotham. Other parts here.
Summary: Jason and Joey talk at night.
A/N: A thousand and one thanks to pervyficgirl for beta’ing this for me.
Jay stared up into the night sky, lying on the roof of the Tower. He heard the door to open and close, recognizing the sound of the footsteps that approached.
"Lazy?" Joey raised an eyebrow.
"Very." Jay gestured to the space next to him invitingly.
"Not brooding, are you?" Joey took the seat offered, and stared up where Jay had been studying until Joey had come up.
"I am allowed, you know." Jay grinned lazily, stretching his arms out in front of him. "Despite a complete lack of family resemblance, I am a Bat."
"Yes, you don't resemble your brother's at all.” Joey silently laughed, taking in Jay's black hair and the white out lenses that he knew hid blue eyes, warm with amusement and mischief. Much like Nightwing's had at times. He hadn't caught the young Robin with mischief yet, but he had a feeling Robin could pull a prank as good as his brothers did if he chose to.
"I don't." Jay grinned. "They'd be up here, brooding instead of enjoying the humid summer heat, and the only breeze we're likely to feel unless we're flying up in Gotham above the streets. I'm enjoying the company, the weather, and the only breeze we're going to feel until the fall." Jay loved Gotham as much as any Bat, but currently, it was a miserable place to live in. Most sensible billionaires there, and anyone else who could afford to, had gotten out of town. The crime rate had done its usual summer spiking, so Bruce didn't count as a sensible billionaire. But Jay already knew what was going to happen so he wasn't surprised at their baking. He just spent more time tinkering down in the cave than he usually did.
"Enjoying the company?" Joey glanced around. "Rose just leave?"
"Nah, she and Eddie had a date tonight. Haven't seen her since this afternoon," Jay replied. "The silence, and now you."
"Which isn't much different." Joey nodded stretching his legs out before him.
"Except it is." Jay shrugged. "You're noisy as hell, Joe. Just not in a verbal way." He sat up and looked directly at Joey. Joey shrugged. Sometimes he wished he could be verbally loud.
"You know us Bats are nonverbal sometimes. We learn early how to read the nonverbal clues, even if we come to the life late. At least the way you speak makes sense and isn't a bunch of random words strung together in no particular order. And it's honest. It's not your voice saying one thing, and your movements another. And then trying to figure out which one is the one you mean. It's nice."
"I guess." Joey frowned. He'd always seen that, and noticed for being the supposed shadier ones of the family, the Bats were always in synch with themselves. He just hadn't thought that they'd known that. He just figured they were enough in tune with their bodies to where they could lie with both voice and body. He didn't doubt the fact, of course.
"So, what did you think of the movie?" Jay grinned, sitting up and turning to Joey. They'd been watching a movie earlier with the other Titans and sitting in the back of the room. Robin and Rose wouldn't let them sit in the front anymore. They both talked too much.
"Those two characters were going together." Joey grinned.
"Told you so." Jay laughed, wrapping his arm around Joey's shoulders. "How's he doing?" Slade had been taken into protective custody and then released under temporary insanity.
"Disappeared after the hearing," Joey replied. "I'm pretty sure Rose has a way to contact him." He relaxed into the embrace. "I didn't ask for one."
Jay nodded, leaving his arm where it lay. If he didn't know daddy issues, who did? They continued to watch the stars revolve around them for a while.
"How're you doing?" Joey asked curiously.
"Fine." Jay shrugged. He was doing alright.
"Family?" Joe frowned
"Tim and Kon are good, actually seeming to be the first of our family to get it right," Jay answered. "Dick and Roy seem to be alright, now that Dick's got his head out of his butt. Now if he'd just cooperate with J'onn on his therapy. . ."
"Still can't imagine Nightwing in therapy." Joe shook his head. "He never seemed quite that bad back then. Bad, but not that bad."
"Things went to hell in a hand basket." Jay shrugged. "It's like someone decided we needed more angst and gloom."
"Glad I missed it." Joe smiled.
"You were lucky," Jay admitted. "Either that or someone liked you." They fell silent for a while, listening to the music coming from below. It seemed that someone was listening to music. Jay bet it was Tim, doing some homework. The boy actually believed that classical music increased concentration.
Joey finally stood up, and offered his hand to Jay. Jay eyed it and Joey and shrugged. He stood up, watching Joey curiously.
"Dance?" Joey offered hesitantly.
"Sure." Jay nodded. Joey pulled him into his arms. Jay went willingly, letting Joe take the lead this time, resting his arms on Joey's upper back, Joey's arms around his waist. He closed his eyes, taking in the fresh air, paint, turpentine, and canvasy smell that he'd quickly come to associate with Joey.
"New painting? Still want to see what you made of San Francisco," Jay murmured, eyes falling closed. Joey nodded silently, his eyes on the muscular black haired man in his arms. He liked Jay. He was kind of surprised at that, but he'd seen a lot of good traits, traits that he'd been looking for in a mate, in Jay.
He let them continue dancing until the music finally shut itself off, and another kind of music disturbed them. Jay stopped moving, not pulling away from Joey, and laughed.
"Gonna have to remind baby bro to close his windows when he and Kon are doing that."
"Jay. . ." Joey frowned.
"Yeah?" Jay tilted his head curiously. Joey looked down, shrugged and then pulled Jay in for a hard kiss. Jay started, then relaxed into it after a moment.
"Ummm, Joe?" Jay asked, once they separated.
"Want to date?" Joey asked.
"Why me?" Jay frowned.
"Why not?" Joey replied.
"Your father is going to kill me, if we do this," Jay answered.
*comments and criticism are welcome, appreciated and taken into consideration*