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[youlikethedick]

Beautiful day for a picnic, huh?

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[watchmyanger]

A picnic, really?

*Jason shakes his head.* You're something else, Dick.

[youlikethedick]

What's wrong with picnic's, Mister Todd? [That was a pretty poor attempt at Alfred, just so you know.]

[watchmyanger]

...you start making daisy chains, and I'm out of here.

[youlikethedick]

[Dick snorts. Surely Jason realizes what he just said, right?] We'd need at least one more person for a daisy chain.

[watchmyanger]

...

Well. You're a Grayson of a different color, aren't you?

[youlikethedick]

Am I?

[Dick reaches into the basket and starts pulling out sandwiches wrapped in butcher paper, cans of soda, and bags of chips. There's definitely enough for two - at least.] Hungry?

[watchmyanger]

In my experience. But I'll admit that's a little limited.

Not particularly.

[youlikethedick]

Guess we don't get along in your world. That's...depressingly common.

I have... [He reaches into the basket and comes up with flat blue tin, his voice going hopeful, wheedling] ...Alfred cookies?

[watchmyanger]

Never did, Golden Boy.

*Jason rolls his eyes a little.* Lonely and desperate for attention is a bad look on you.

*But he's sitting down on your picnic blanket, so...*

[youlikethedick]

[Dick frowns. It's a sad frown, not an angry one. He opens the tin - chocolate chip cookies - and hands it to Jason without taking any himself.]

I...know we weren't close. I was so angry at Bruce, back then. I was angry at you, until I met you, for taking my place. I guess I...thought I'd have time to make nice, after everything had a chance to mellow. That's pretty much my biggest regret. Not being there for you.

[watchmyanger]

*Jason takes a cookie and sets the tin aside before taking a bite.*

Doin' shit mad never works out. I know, I tried it for way longer than you. *When Dick explains his biggest regret, Jason shrugs.* It gonna mean anything to you if I say I forgive you?

[youlikethedick]

[Dick looks up, startled, eyes wide with sudden emotion.] Yes. Yes, that means... a lot.

[He smiles a little, tentative.] Thanks, Jason.

[watchmyanger]

*Jason can't help smirking a little at the woobie puppy eyes Dick is giving him. It's not that he wasn't sincere, it's that Dick amuses him.*

Yer welcome.

[youlikethedick]

[Dick doesn't mind the smirk a bit. He's been getting much worse faces from Jasons ever since he got here. He smiles a bit more, in the face of it.]

So are you...on speaking terms with the family, in your world?

[watchmyanger]

Nah.

Haven't actually been home.

[youlikethedick]

Haven't been to Gotham, or haven't been back to your home world?