Christmas Time

[tightpantsrawr]

WHO: Peter Pan Jason Todd and Wendy the jailbird Nightwing.
WHAT: Mistletoe.
WHERE: Nightwing's jail cell.
WHEN: Saturday 12th, night.

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That's John Darling to you B|

[knightprodigy]

Boredom? Dick was more or less resigned to it by now, and he was actually quite calm, and certainly less pensive and pent up than he had been the last time Jason had visited. And besides, he had it on good faith that Batman and Robin were working on getting him out of here any day now

Wendy Darling~

[tightpantsrawr]

"Nah, just a scarf." It was the magical scarf that helped to keep him nice and warm even without piling on the layers, of course, nice and red and wrapped neatly around his neck, though the winds this high up had caught the ends and made them billow out a bit. It was a little like wearing a cape again, but really not.

"You're just so happy to see me, huh, Jailbird? I can tell." From, you know, the groan and the bitter tone. Jason caught sight of the little sketches, however, and that added an extra note of amusement to his smirk.

He wasn't looking up, however, so he still didn't know about the mistletoe.

[knightprodigy]

Well, if Jason had looked up he would have seen that Dick's little sketches were based off of the small hanging Robin decoration that - like the coat he had wrapped around himself - had magicked its way into his cell about a week ago.

"Oh." Dick rose, stretching. His tone was flat and droll, "not as happy as you're gonna be in about..." Dick checked an imaginary watch "3 seconds."

He braced an elbow on the stone windowsill and rested his chin in his hand. Dick let his eyes look up pointedly from Jason's face with a slow blink and raising of his eyebrows.

Theeeere you go.

[tightpantsrawr]

Jason raised an eyebrow in return, but did slowly look up.

Ah. Balls.

"Great. That's what I get for spreading a little holiday cheer, isn't it?" He made a face and sighed, pulling out the bottle of wine and shoving it through the bars at Dick. In this weather, it was as good as chilled.

They might need to be drunk (again) before they could do what was needed to get unstuck.

[knightprodigy]

Dick laughed despite himself. "Next time, do me a favour and spread it elsewhere, yeah?"

He accepted the wine, but put it on the ledge so it was within both their grasps. "You try'na get me drunk again? Just what kind of visit is this?"

[tightpantsrawr]

Jason snorted. "You caught me, Jailbird - I just can't resist that little flushed face you get." He shook his head. "Or maybe I'm taking precautions against Donna punching me through a wall if she finds out I visited and didn't bring you something to brighten up your day."

He paused and glanced up again, mouth twisting. "Of course, seems like I needn't have bothered going to the effort. This is sure to be entertaining enough."

[knightprodigy]

He almost said 'you can't be any worse a kisser than Jan Valentine.' He doesn't, but almost.

A Snickers would have brightened his day, but maybe Jason had forgotten that there are actually other food groups beyond that of the grape and grain.

And by 'entertaining' Jason meant 'painful', right?

"You wanna pucker up now, or were you gonna do some carolling first?"

[tightpantsrawr]

If Dick had said that, Jason would have given him a very dubious look, seeing as he does actually know who Jan Valentine is, at least vaguely. Enough to know that Dick really shouldn't be gettng visits from him, let alone kissing him.

Though it would have explained the 'painful' thing. Honestly, Dicky, kissing is meant to be fun!

And no, he didn't have any food around except the pie he totally didn't help Donna bake, and there was no way he was bringing Dick any of that. Donna or Roy could play pie delivery.

"Now now, Dickybird, I don't sing. If we're lucky, it just needs a quick kiss on the cheek or something like that. Very continental." Without further warning, Jason reached through the bars, snagged the back of Dick's head, and pulled him in to kiss the top of his forehead. "Maybe one of those'll do."

because really, Jason does have red hair.

[knightprodigy]

The action reminded Dick of a similar one that had taken place months ago, something he'd forgotten about right up until this very moment.

-- Jason had been smirking at him, holding his face in his hands and he had kissed Dick on the crown of his head.

"If you weren't so drunk, I'd make you make up for letting me down again in future a little more thoroughly, but that'll do for now, Dickybird."

Then he'd petted his cheek. --

The memory, both sensory and emotional were enough of a jolt to jerk Dick back from the bars. He stumbled with his footing, but was thankfully held up when his back collided with the still invisible barrier preventing him from escape.

"That uh," his could feel his face heating up (what had Jason meant- oh, you know exactly what Jason meant, and you're reacting exactly how he wanted you too. Idiot) "didn't work, huh?"