After Dinner, The Past, And The Future
Dinner went was well as expected, and with Babs departure, Jason was waiting for answers. After Babs left, Jason made himself comfortable on the couch waiting for Dick to join him. "So, you've got a promise to keep, don't you?" he asked, hoping he would learn more about Dick. His past had to be he was the person he was, so Jason wanted to know. He cared about Dick, so it only made sense that Jason wanted to know about Dick's past.
Dick sighed and glanced upwards, as if looking for divine help in this matter. None seemed to be forthcoming, so he settled on the couch next to Jason, sliding his arm around the boy's shoulders and pulling him close. "All right, all right. What do you want to know?"
Jason slipped his arm around Dick's waist and leaned on Dick a little. "Okay, so all I know is Barbara was your girlfriend for a while, and I'm guessing she's also a vigilante in Gotham." He paused for a moment. "I also guessed you were adopted, and you didn't deny that and promised to explain. Maybe start from the beginning? Who was your family before you were adopted?" He had a lot more questions, but this was him starting slow. He didn't want to feel nosy or something.
Sure, go straight for the heart, Jason. Dick bit back another sigh and tried to figure out where to start. "My parents...worked in the circus. I did too. We were a family act - the Fly Graysons. We did trapeze acts, high wire acts - the whole bit. It was...it was a lot of fun. But, the circus owner got into some financial trouble with one of Gotham's crime families and they sabotaged the act one night. My parents fell...in front of me." It was hard, even thing long after the fact, to talk about it. He didn't get choked up or feel like crying, he just...couldn't say the words. Saying it out loud made it real, as if by not saying it, it was all in his head and none of it had ever happened. "I knew who did it, but if I told anyone, I would have been killed..."
Okay, Jason was totally starting to regret asking his first question. He wrapped another arm around Dick's waist and squeezed. "That sounds awful," he murmured sadly. "Though, you being a circus brat makes a lot of sense." No wonder Dick was so bendy and such a wonderful acrobat in addition to an amazing fighter. Dick probably did flips and such as soon as he was able to walk. It was in his blood. "What happened next?" he asked quietly, not letting Dick out of his embrace.
Dick didn't answer right away. It was hard to figure out how to answer without giving away secrets that weren't his to give up. "Well...then I met Batman and he...he showed me how I could avenge my parents and keep what happened to me from happening to other people and...he...he introduced me to Bruce Wayne. So...that's who I grew up with. So, to answer your earlier question, I'm...slightly rich. A little bit. I mean, it's not mine or anything, but if I asked nicely..." He laughed, almost helplessly, and gave a little shrug. It was, really, a fairly flimsy cover up of Batman's true identity, but at least he'd made the effort. Hopefully Jason would be more interested in Dick's past than connecting the dots between Batman and Bruce, at least for the time being.
Jason was definitely more interested in Dick's story than Batman's or Bruce Wayne's at the moment, but the cover up kind of sucked. Not that Jason was going to point that out to Dick, at least not at the moment. "Bruce Wayne, seriously? Wow, that's not slightly rich, Dick," Jason teased. "I'm glad he took you in, though. Gotham's social services is probably just as shitty as Bludhaven's." Jason had avoided going to an orphanage, and he was really glad Dick had avoided it too. They were lucky. "So what made you leave that lap of luxary?" he asked curiously.
"Well, I had to do something useful with my life, right?" said Dick with a laugh. "And, I mean...we fought, Bruce and I. Differences of opinion." He shrugged. "He didn't like the way I lived my life and I didn't like the way he lived his. So...I left. We're still sort of not talking," he admitted with a sigh.
"I bet you could have been useful in Gotham," Jason said before looking up at Dick. "Though I am glad you left. I never would have met you otherwise. I've only been to Gotham and handful of times when I was younger with my dad." He paused, thinking of what to say next. "Lived your life how?" If Dick was talking to Bruce, would he disapprove of him living with Jason? Maybe it was just a Batman issue. Huh, that probably made Dick that Robin Jason liked to make fun of. Jason would bring that up later.
"Nah, Gotham's got plenty of superheroes. They don't need me that much. " He leaned over and kissed the top of Jason's head. "Glad I left too." For all sorts of reasons, though Jason was among them now. "Mmm...Bruce is controling. He doesn't like it when people don't do things his way, and...I'm not him. I didn't always want to do things his way. There's a lot of stuff going on there, it's...hard to explain," he said, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug.
"Like Babs?" he asked. He was pretty damn sure she was one, but he just didn't find a way to ask over dinner without sounding like an idiot if he was wrong. "No need to explain that then," he said with a small smile before thinking of his next question. "How did you become Nightwing?" He was making sure he asked all the questions now before Dick got tired of answering or decided to distract Jason with more pleasant activities.
"Well...Babs was part of it, but not...that wasn't really...ah, mostly that's a whole separate issue." He laughed and shook his head. "I became Nightwing when I came here..." And that sentence was certainly left hanging. If Jason asked, he'd tell him about being Robin, but he wasn't going to volunteer the information.
Jason crinkled his nose. "Separate issue how?" he asked, confused. Jason really wished he knew Gotham heroes better, then he could just guess who Babs was until Dick gave him something to work with. "Nightwing hasn't been in Bludhaven for all that long. You must have trained for a lot longer than that... Were you someone else before Nightwing?" Jason asked, even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer. It made perfect sense, really.
Dick gave an exaggerated groan and let his head roll back on the couch. "Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Yes, I was Robin. Yes, go ahead, make fun of me for having little green panties and booties...I've heard ALL the jokes before..." He held his hands up in a gesture of utter surrender, closing his eyes and assuming a saint-like expression, as if he were going before a firing squad.
Jason grinned widely as he moved to straddle Dick's lap, leaning up on his knees to grin in Dick's face. "I'd make fun of you, except now that I think about it, that costume showed a lot of skin," he teased, the grin not leaving his face anytime soon. "Nice legs, Robin~" Then sat back down on Dick's lap and laughed.
"See, there's always an upside," said Dick with a grin. "However, if you think I looked hot in that costume, that makes you a pedophile...which is probably only fair in this relationship." He laughed and leaned forward to kiss Jason, pulling the boy close to him. "Anything else you want to know?" he asked once he'd pulled back.
Jason stuck his tongue out. "I was just picturing you now in the Robin costume. Much better visuals that way," Jason said was he let Dick pull him into a kiss happily. When Dick pulled away, another question came to Jason's mind. "How old were you when you started being Robin?" This would lead to another question, one Dick probably didn't want to hear, but Jason was determined. He had been training, and he wanted to help Dick out at night.
Dick gave a slightly rueful laugh and shook his head. "Too young. I was...12, I guess, when he first let me go out with him." God, he'd been young. What the fuck had Bruce been thinking? Well, he'd been thinking that Dick wanted vengance, he wanted things to change and he'd been right, it just hadn't been the right thing to do, probably. But, he was here now and he wasn't dead, so he couldn't complain. He certainly wouldn't have had it any other way.
"Oh wow. Was that right after you lost your parents?" Batman was insane. Jason was 17, and that was an okay age, right? Now, all he had to do was ask subtly. "So, I was wondering. I mean, you started crime-fighting at 12, and I'm 17, so I was thinking..." he trailed off as he noticed any subtlety he had was non-existent, so he just continued. "Maybe when you think I'm ready, I can join you at night?" Please, don't him say no, Jason begged in his head. He really wanted to help, like he had done before with the information. He couldn't really gather information anymore, so fighting alongside Nightwing would be the only other way he could be useful. He really wanted to be useful again.
Really, Dick should have seen this coming. There was no way Jason wasn't going to ask about this at some point and, really, was it Dick's place to tell him no? No one had told HIM no when he'd wanted to go out, although they probablys hould have. But Jason was older and, well, he was GOOD. Dick had seen that as he trained Jason. But still, he hesitated, hating the idea of putting someone he cared about in harms way. That had been half the reason it had never worked out with Babs - he'd worried about her more than the mission and it had not only effected his performance, it had insulted her as well. As if she couldn't do it. He'd never thought that, he'd just thought...that everyone made mistakes. That all it took was one slip-up and any of them could die. And he'd hated the thought of it being Babs. Selfish, perhaps, but he couldn't help it. "I...I don't know, Jason, it's...it's not really like you think. It's not glamerous or fun..." Okay, so that last was a lie, Dick totally did have fun sometimes, but there were certainly plenty of parts that weren't fun. But it wasn't a "no", either.
Jason made a sour face, moving off of Dick's lap to stand up. "I'm not looking for glamorous or fun, Dick. I sincerely want to help you," he stated firmly, arms crossed. "I used to help you, remember? I want to help you again. I can't exactly collect information from the streets living here, so it only makes sense that I join you or something. I'll train harder, if I think I need to. I'll do whatever you need. I want to be useful, and Bludhaven could probably use another vigilante out there."
Dick made a slightly upset sound and tried to pull Jason back to his lap. "It not...it's not that I don't think you can do it, it's that I don't think you should do it. It's dangerous..." He sighed. "...and I'd worry. I can understand wanting to do something, wanting to make a difference, but..." Okay, he really had no good arguement. He'd been about to say that Jason should become a cop, do something that way, but that really wasn't any less risky and if Dick had really meant that, he'd have stopped going out as Nightwings and focused on his police career. "...I just hate the idea of you being out there." That was surprisingly honest, but he really didn't have any other reasons.
Jason let him pull him back in Dick's lap, still not happy that Dick was fighting him on this. "I know it's dangerous, but so was living on my own before, and I did that just fine," Jason stated as he leaned to press his forehead against Dick's. He could see it in Dick's eyes; Dick had no way to tell Jason no. When Dick told him how worried he'd be, Jason pressed his lips against Dick's softly. "I understand that, but staying home while you're out there makes me feel completely useless to you. I could help and watch your back." He paused, looking Dick in the eyes. "I hate the idea of being stuck here when I could help you. I could make a difference."
What could he say to that? He knew how Jason felt and new how frustrating it was to be powerless, to know that you could be doing something and not be allowed to do it. His shoulders slumped and he slid his arms around Jason's waist, pulling the younger boy close. "I know I wont be able to change your mind..." he murmured, nuzzling at Jason's neck and ear. "So...if you want to, you can come..."
Once the words tumbled out of Dick's mouth, Jason pulled away a little with a grin before kissing Dick full on the mouth, tongue and all. After a bit, he pulled away and jumped off Dick's lap, grin not dissappating anytime soon. "Yes! Thank you!" he exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of his feet before he thought of something. "I'll need to think of a name, won't I? Hmm. How did you come up with Nightwing?" he asked, enthusiasm clear in his voice.
"Superman told me about him. He was a hero on Krypton and...well...I wanted to be more like Superman. The big boyscout, that everyone loves. Batman gets lost in his work, he doesn't remember the people he's fighting for, just the ideal." He shrugged and grinned. "I don't know what we should call you." A sudden thought occured to him and he grinned wickedly. "You could be my Robin. Wear the little shorts..." The grin turned decidedly lewd. "We'd never get anything done though..."
"You know Superman?" Jason asked in shock, mouth agape. "That's so cool! He really let you have the name?" He was still bouncing a bit, but not really anymore than Dick usually did. Jason probably picked up the habit from him. "There's already another Robin," Jason automatically responded with a blush before sitting in Dick's lap again, moving his mouth to Dick's ear. "I wouldn't wear those shorts in public, but if someone wanted a private viewing, that could probably be arranged." Jason chuckled biting Dick's ear before pulling away. "I'll make sure my costume won't be too distracting to you in the field."
"Mmm...that's good..." Dick tilted his head to the side, letting Jason get at his ear and neck easier. "It would be embarrassing for us to get caught because we were two distracted by each other. You sure you can handle staring at my ass in just spandex all night?" he teased, grinning at Jason.
Jason grinned against Dick's neck before biting his way down, followed by licks to sooth the bites. "I can be professional. I see your bare ass all the time, so I think I can handle seeing it in spandex," he said before deciding Dick definitely needed a hickey between the juncture of his neck and shoulder. "The question is, how will you handle my ass in spandex?" he asked cheekily, licking the hickey he made gently.
"I was planning on dressing you in a burlap sack for that very reason," explained Dick, managing to keep a perfectly straight face as he said it. "Well, burlap and kevlar. Can't be too careful, after all. We can call you Sack Boy."
He didn't want to make the pun, but Jason had been living with Dick much to long to be able to resist. He pulled away from his biting, looking up at Dick with just as much of a straight face. "Sack Boy, huh? Because I'm so good in the sack?" He only managed to keep the straight face for a moment after he said it before grinning lewdly.
Dick rolled his eyes, then laughed anyway. "Well, that part will be our little secret, eh?" He kisses Jason and then pulled back, starring at him. "So...what shall your name be then?" He cocked his head to the side again, pondering Jason's face. "The costume will be easy, you're close to my size, so I can modify one of my Nightwing suits for you...at least to start off with. Making something for you specifically will take a bit longer..."
Jason licked his lips after Dick stopped kissing him then started to think. "I have no idea. Superman gave you your name. How can anything I think of measure up to that?" he asked curiously. "I get to pick my own colors later right? I kind want red or green, but definitely at the same time. I don't want to look like Christmas," he said as he gave Dick a look, "or you know, a stop light. What was Batman thinking letting you go out like that? Boy Distraction is what you were."
"Well...you could be Flamebird. That was the other Kryptonian hero Superman told me about..." he suggested after a moment's thought. "And that would work well if you wanted a red theme." A pause, then he added slightly crossly. "I was twelve! I didn't have a sense of color, I grew up in a circus! As far as I was concerned complimentary colors were made to be next to each other!"
"Hmm, Flamebird?" He paused, biting his lip. "I like it, but do you think Superman will mind? I mean, he gave the name Nightwing to you. I'm not asking permission to use Flamebird..." When Dick started to rant at him, Jason ducked his head and chuckled into Dick's chest. "It's okay. I bet you made a very nice distraction for the criminals." Oh, he was asking for it, but maybe biting on the other side of Dick's neck to give him a matching hickey would distract Dick enough.
"Brat!" He gave him a light cuff upside the head, unwilling to be distracted by any amount of loving nibbling. "Superman wont care, he'll be happy that someone is carrying on the name. I mean, geez, he's SUPERMAN. He's literally the nicest person you'll ever meet. It's ridiculous how nice he is." He shook his head. It really was ridiculous. Though he'd seen Superman angry - and good lord, that was terrifying - for the most part being around the man was like a constant ego boost. He just made you feel good about existing.
Jason moved his mouth from Dick's neck with a pout, rubbing his head for dramatic effect. "But I'm your brat," he said with a grin. "Okay, that's good. I don't know the guy, so how should I know that he actually lives up to his name?" He was really glad Superman wouldn't mind, because Jason didn't think he could come up with a name. Now, with that out of the way, Jason had some love bites to get back to.
Dick sighed and glanced upwards, as if looking for divine help in this matter. None seemed to be forthcoming, so he settled on the couch next to Jason, sliding his arm around the boy's shoulders and pulling him close. "All right, all right. What do you want to know?"
Jason slipped his arm around Dick's waist and leaned on Dick a little. "Okay, so all I know is Barbara was your girlfriend for a while, and I'm guessing she's also a vigilante in Gotham." He paused for a moment. "I also guessed you were adopted, and you didn't deny that and promised to explain. Maybe start from the beginning? Who was your family before you were adopted?" He had a lot more questions, but this was him starting slow. He didn't want to feel nosy or something.
Sure, go straight for the heart, Jason. Dick bit back another sigh and tried to figure out where to start. "My parents...worked in the circus. I did too. We were a family act - the Fly Graysons. We did trapeze acts, high wire acts - the whole bit. It was...it was a lot of fun. But, the circus owner got into some financial trouble with one of Gotham's crime families and they sabotaged the act one night. My parents fell...in front of me." It was hard, even thing long after the fact, to talk about it. He didn't get choked up or feel like crying, he just...couldn't say the words. Saying it out loud made it real, as if by not saying it, it was all in his head and none of it had ever happened. "I knew who did it, but if I told anyone, I would have been killed..."
Okay, Jason was totally starting to regret asking his first question. He wrapped another arm around Dick's waist and squeezed. "That sounds awful," he murmured sadly. "Though, you being a circus brat makes a lot of sense." No wonder Dick was so bendy and such a wonderful acrobat in addition to an amazing fighter. Dick probably did flips and such as soon as he was able to walk. It was in his blood. "What happened next?" he asked quietly, not letting Dick out of his embrace.
Dick didn't answer right away. It was hard to figure out how to answer without giving away secrets that weren't his to give up. "Well...then I met Batman and he...he showed me how I could avenge my parents and keep what happened to me from happening to other people and...he...he introduced me to Bruce Wayne. So...that's who I grew up with. So, to answer your earlier question, I'm...slightly rich. A little bit. I mean, it's not mine or anything, but if I asked nicely..." He laughed, almost helplessly, and gave a little shrug. It was, really, a fairly flimsy cover up of Batman's true identity, but at least he'd made the effort. Hopefully Jason would be more interested in Dick's past than connecting the dots between Batman and Bruce, at least for the time being.
Jason was definitely more interested in Dick's story than Batman's or Bruce Wayne's at the moment, but the cover up kind of sucked. Not that Jason was going to point that out to Dick, at least not at the moment. "Bruce Wayne, seriously? Wow, that's not slightly rich, Dick," Jason teased. "I'm glad he took you in, though. Gotham's social services is probably just as shitty as Bludhaven's." Jason had avoided going to an orphanage, and he was really glad Dick had avoided it too. They were lucky. "So what made you leave that lap of luxary?" he asked curiously.
"Well, I had to do something useful with my life, right?" said Dick with a laugh. "And, I mean...we fought, Bruce and I. Differences of opinion." He shrugged. "He didn't like the way I lived my life and I didn't like the way he lived his. So...I left. We're still sort of not talking," he admitted with a sigh.
"I bet you could have been useful in Gotham," Jason said before looking up at Dick. "Though I am glad you left. I never would have met you otherwise. I've only been to Gotham and handful of times when I was younger with my dad." He paused, thinking of what to say next. "Lived your life how?" If Dick was talking to Bruce, would he disapprove of him living with Jason? Maybe it was just a Batman issue. Huh, that probably made Dick that Robin Jason liked to make fun of. Jason would bring that up later.
"Nah, Gotham's got plenty of superheroes. They don't need me that much. " He leaned over and kissed the top of Jason's head. "Glad I left too." For all sorts of reasons, though Jason was among them now. "Mmm...Bruce is controling. He doesn't like it when people don't do things his way, and...I'm not him. I didn't always want to do things his way. There's a lot of stuff going on there, it's...hard to explain," he said, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug.
"Like Babs?" he asked. He was pretty damn sure she was one, but he just didn't find a way to ask over dinner without sounding like an idiot if he was wrong. "No need to explain that then," he said with a small smile before thinking of his next question. "How did you become Nightwing?" He was making sure he asked all the questions now before Dick got tired of answering or decided to distract Jason with more pleasant activities.
"Well...Babs was part of it, but not...that wasn't really...ah, mostly that's a whole separate issue." He laughed and shook his head. "I became Nightwing when I came here..." And that sentence was certainly left hanging. If Jason asked, he'd tell him about being Robin, but he wasn't going to volunteer the information.
Jason crinkled his nose. "Separate issue how?" he asked, confused. Jason really wished he knew Gotham heroes better, then he could just guess who Babs was until Dick gave him something to work with. "Nightwing hasn't been in Bludhaven for all that long. You must have trained for a lot longer than that... Were you someone else before Nightwing?" Jason asked, even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer. It made perfect sense, really.
Dick gave an exaggerated groan and let his head roll back on the couch. "Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Yes, I was Robin. Yes, go ahead, make fun of me for having little green panties and booties...I've heard ALL the jokes before..." He held his hands up in a gesture of utter surrender, closing his eyes and assuming a saint-like expression, as if he were going before a firing squad.
Jason grinned widely as he moved to straddle Dick's lap, leaning up on his knees to grin in Dick's face. "I'd make fun of you, except now that I think about it, that costume showed a lot of skin," he teased, the grin not leaving his face anytime soon. "Nice legs, Robin~" Then sat back down on Dick's lap and laughed.
"See, there's always an upside," said Dick with a grin. "However, if you think I looked hot in that costume, that makes you a pedophile...which is probably only fair in this relationship." He laughed and leaned forward to kiss Jason, pulling the boy close to him. "Anything else you want to know?" he asked once he'd pulled back.
Jason stuck his tongue out. "I was just picturing you now in the Robin costume. Much better visuals that way," Jason said was he let Dick pull him into a kiss happily. When Dick pulled away, another question came to Jason's mind. "How old were you when you started being Robin?" This would lead to another question, one Dick probably didn't want to hear, but Jason was determined. He had been training, and he wanted to help Dick out at night.
Dick gave a slightly rueful laugh and shook his head. "Too young. I was...12, I guess, when he first let me go out with him." God, he'd been young. What the fuck had Bruce been thinking? Well, he'd been thinking that Dick wanted vengance, he wanted things to change and he'd been right, it just hadn't been the right thing to do, probably. But, he was here now and he wasn't dead, so he couldn't complain. He certainly wouldn't have had it any other way.
"Oh wow. Was that right after you lost your parents?" Batman was insane. Jason was 17, and that was an okay age, right? Now, all he had to do was ask subtly. "So, I was wondering. I mean, you started crime-fighting at 12, and I'm 17, so I was thinking..." he trailed off as he noticed any subtlety he had was non-existent, so he just continued. "Maybe when you think I'm ready, I can join you at night?" Please, don't him say no, Jason begged in his head. He really wanted to help, like he had done before with the information. He couldn't really gather information anymore, so fighting alongside Nightwing would be the only other way he could be useful. He really wanted to be useful again.
Really, Dick should have seen this coming. There was no way Jason wasn't going to ask about this at some point and, really, was it Dick's place to tell him no? No one had told HIM no when he'd wanted to go out, although they probablys hould have. But Jason was older and, well, he was GOOD. Dick had seen that as he trained Jason. But still, he hesitated, hating the idea of putting someone he cared about in harms way. That had been half the reason it had never worked out with Babs - he'd worried about her more than the mission and it had not only effected his performance, it had insulted her as well. As if she couldn't do it. He'd never thought that, he'd just thought...that everyone made mistakes. That all it took was one slip-up and any of them could die. And he'd hated the thought of it being Babs. Selfish, perhaps, but he couldn't help it. "I...I don't know, Jason, it's...it's not really like you think. It's not glamerous or fun..." Okay, so that last was a lie, Dick totally did have fun sometimes, but there were certainly plenty of parts that weren't fun. But it wasn't a "no", either.
Jason made a sour face, moving off of Dick's lap to stand up. "I'm not looking for glamorous or fun, Dick. I sincerely want to help you," he stated firmly, arms crossed. "I used to help you, remember? I want to help you again. I can't exactly collect information from the streets living here, so it only makes sense that I join you or something. I'll train harder, if I think I need to. I'll do whatever you need. I want to be useful, and Bludhaven could probably use another vigilante out there."
Dick made a slightly upset sound and tried to pull Jason back to his lap. "It not...it's not that I don't think you can do it, it's that I don't think you should do it. It's dangerous..." He sighed. "...and I'd worry. I can understand wanting to do something, wanting to make a difference, but..." Okay, he really had no good arguement. He'd been about to say that Jason should become a cop, do something that way, but that really wasn't any less risky and if Dick had really meant that, he'd have stopped going out as Nightwings and focused on his police career. "...I just hate the idea of you being out there." That was surprisingly honest, but he really didn't have any other reasons.
Jason let him pull him back in Dick's lap, still not happy that Dick was fighting him on this. "I know it's dangerous, but so was living on my own before, and I did that just fine," Jason stated as he leaned to press his forehead against Dick's. He could see it in Dick's eyes; Dick had no way to tell Jason no. When Dick told him how worried he'd be, Jason pressed his lips against Dick's softly. "I understand that, but staying home while you're out there makes me feel completely useless to you. I could help and watch your back." He paused, looking Dick in the eyes. "I hate the idea of being stuck here when I could help you. I could make a difference."
What could he say to that? He knew how Jason felt and new how frustrating it was to be powerless, to know that you could be doing something and not be allowed to do it. His shoulders slumped and he slid his arms around Jason's waist, pulling the younger boy close. "I know I wont be able to change your mind..." he murmured, nuzzling at Jason's neck and ear. "So...if you want to, you can come..."
Once the words tumbled out of Dick's mouth, Jason pulled away a little with a grin before kissing Dick full on the mouth, tongue and all. After a bit, he pulled away and jumped off Dick's lap, grin not dissappating anytime soon. "Yes! Thank you!" he exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of his feet before he thought of something. "I'll need to think of a name, won't I? Hmm. How did you come up with Nightwing?" he asked, enthusiasm clear in his voice.
"Superman told me about him. He was a hero on Krypton and...well...I wanted to be more like Superman. The big boyscout, that everyone loves. Batman gets lost in his work, he doesn't remember the people he's fighting for, just the ideal." He shrugged and grinned. "I don't know what we should call you." A sudden thought occured to him and he grinned wickedly. "You could be my Robin. Wear the little shorts..." The grin turned decidedly lewd. "We'd never get anything done though..."
"You know Superman?" Jason asked in shock, mouth agape. "That's so cool! He really let you have the name?" He was still bouncing a bit, but not really anymore than Dick usually did. Jason probably picked up the habit from him. "There's already another Robin," Jason automatically responded with a blush before sitting in Dick's lap again, moving his mouth to Dick's ear. "I wouldn't wear those shorts in public, but if someone wanted a private viewing, that could probably be arranged." Jason chuckled biting Dick's ear before pulling away. "I'll make sure my costume won't be too distracting to you in the field."
"Mmm...that's good..." Dick tilted his head to the side, letting Jason get at his ear and neck easier. "It would be embarrassing for us to get caught because we were two distracted by each other. You sure you can handle staring at my ass in just spandex all night?" he teased, grinning at Jason.
Jason grinned against Dick's neck before biting his way down, followed by licks to sooth the bites. "I can be professional. I see your bare ass all the time, so I think I can handle seeing it in spandex," he said before deciding Dick definitely needed a hickey between the juncture of his neck and shoulder. "The question is, how will you handle my ass in spandex?" he asked cheekily, licking the hickey he made gently.
"I was planning on dressing you in a burlap sack for that very reason," explained Dick, managing to keep a perfectly straight face as he said it. "Well, burlap and kevlar. Can't be too careful, after all. We can call you Sack Boy."
He didn't want to make the pun, but Jason had been living with Dick much to long to be able to resist. He pulled away from his biting, looking up at Dick with just as much of a straight face. "Sack Boy, huh? Because I'm so good in the sack?" He only managed to keep the straight face for a moment after he said it before grinning lewdly.
Dick rolled his eyes, then laughed anyway. "Well, that part will be our little secret, eh?" He kisses Jason and then pulled back, starring at him. "So...what shall your name be then?" He cocked his head to the side again, pondering Jason's face. "The costume will be easy, you're close to my size, so I can modify one of my Nightwing suits for you...at least to start off with. Making something for you specifically will take a bit longer..."
Jason licked his lips after Dick stopped kissing him then started to think. "I have no idea. Superman gave you your name. How can anything I think of measure up to that?" he asked curiously. "I get to pick my own colors later right? I kind want red or green, but definitely at the same time. I don't want to look like Christmas," he said as he gave Dick a look, "or you know, a stop light. What was Batman thinking letting you go out like that? Boy Distraction is what you were."
"Well...you could be Flamebird. That was the other Kryptonian hero Superman told me about..." he suggested after a moment's thought. "And that would work well if you wanted a red theme." A pause, then he added slightly crossly. "I was twelve! I didn't have a sense of color, I grew up in a circus! As far as I was concerned complimentary colors were made to be next to each other!"
"Hmm, Flamebird?" He paused, biting his lip. "I like it, but do you think Superman will mind? I mean, he gave the name Nightwing to you. I'm not asking permission to use Flamebird..." When Dick started to rant at him, Jason ducked his head and chuckled into Dick's chest. "It's okay. I bet you made a very nice distraction for the criminals." Oh, he was asking for it, but maybe biting on the other side of Dick's neck to give him a matching hickey would distract Dick enough.
"Brat!" He gave him a light cuff upside the head, unwilling to be distracted by any amount of loving nibbling. "Superman wont care, he'll be happy that someone is carrying on the name. I mean, geez, he's SUPERMAN. He's literally the nicest person you'll ever meet. It's ridiculous how nice he is." He shook his head. It really was ridiculous. Though he'd seen Superman angry - and good lord, that was terrifying - for the most part being around the man was like a constant ego boost. He just made you feel good about existing.
Jason moved his mouth from Dick's neck with a pout, rubbing his head for dramatic effect. "But I'm your brat," he said with a grin. "Okay, that's good. I don't know the guy, so how should I know that he actually lives up to his name?" He was really glad Superman wouldn't mind, because Jason didn't think he could come up with a name. Now, with that out of the way, Jason had some love bites to get back to.