Prompt Post - Part Eight [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]

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(Strays Future-Fic) 3/4

[violenttomboy]

The youngest of the Batclan, who was sitting rather comfortably on his stomach, promptly punched him again, smiling with self-satisfaction at the groan that came in response. "It's a pity that Pennyworth had insisted that I had to go on a quote on quote "play date" with Lian Harper, or else I would've been at that warehouse with everyone else."

"Awe, you do care," Jason said with mock affection. Damian crossed his arms and huffed.

"Tt. Hardly. I would've just finished you off for being such an idiot. Does Father not stress enough to you all that you're not allowed to patrol on your own? Though when Father finally deems me ready to go out, I certainly will never end up in a position you did-"

Before Jason could shoot back a not-so-witty retort, his bedroom door opened and Dick came inside. He was then aware of just how bad a condition he was in; he could barely move, it hurt to breathe (and Damian wasn't helping), his right arm was hooked up to an IV drip, his left leg was held up in a cast, and bandages probably covered most of his body, including his face.

"Damian, are you still in here? I know how worried you are about Jason but you can't just stay he-"

"SHUT UP, GRAYSON!"

Damian didn't like the way Jason was smirking at him, so there was one last punch before his little legs were running out the door, head ducked so that no one could see his furiously red face. Dick then realized that Jason had indeed returned to the land of the living.

"You're awake!" he said happily, the relief shining clearly on his face as he pulled over a chair as to sit by the bedside. Jason would've turned to the side as to not to face him has not the cast kept him firmly in place.

"How long have I been out?" he managed.

"Five days," Dick said, gently pushing aside the bangs the poked out of the bandaging.

"And the Joker?"

"Didn't find the body."

"Fucker's probably still alive then."

There was a moment's silence before Dick spoke up again. "We were all so worried about you, Jaybird. You'll be stuck in that cast for a bit, and Bruce'll probably won't let you on duty for awhile even after you've healed up, but I'm really glad you're alive."

Jason snorted. "Nice to see you still care." The words came out surprisingly harsh. Dick furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Hey Jaybird, what's the matter-"

"What are you even doing here, anyways? Why aren't you back at Bludhaven?"

Dick rubbed the back of his head. "I was already on my way for a visit, then Steph and Tim called me, freaking out because you disappeared. It wasn't until I got back to the Batcave that they figured out where you were thanks to the last image on the cam in your suit before it went out."

"Oh."

"But seriously, Jaybird, what were you doing out? You know the rules. You always have to patrol with someone else. Tim, Steph, Cassie, they were all home. Why'd you go out on your own?"

Jason badly wanted to roll over to the side so that he wouldn't have to look at Dick's face, but the casts wouldn't let him.