Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

they aren't related by blood so stfu

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): jaydick

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1100

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: When Dick is late coming home from patrol, Jason becomes worried— leading to a cuddly encounter when Dick finally shows back up in rough shape.

(lord help me i'm writing jaydick now-
aight lemme be clear tho. jaydick is ONLY okay when they are both either under or over 18 and not related by blood. if both of those things are followed, i see no problem writing jaydick and i actually really kinda ship it- *looks through camera roll filled with fanart*

if you don't like jaydick, you have absolutely no obligation to read this or any other chapter you don't want to for that matter. please skip if it makes you uncomfortable but please don't give up on my one-shot book just because of this one ship/chapter. because you guys and your comments/reads are the best thing in my life rn-

i love you guys and i hope you're still enjoying!!)

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: n/a

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: i_dont_wike_it_44

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12:07 AM...

1:38 AM...

2:53 AM...

3:19 AM...

Dick was late. No, Dick was beyond late. He was 'dead and lying in a ditch somewhere' late. And to say Jason was worried would be an understatement. Jason was absolutely panicking (not that he'd ever show it, though).

Richard Grayson wasn't the type to be late without calling. He knew Jason worried and he knew Jason's anxiety could get the best of him. The acrobat wouldn't just decide to spend the night out when Jason was waiting for him at home. That wasn't Dick and Jason fucking loved that about him. He always took Jason's feelings (spoken and unspoken) seriously.

3:45 AM...

Jason was about to go out and look for the missing hero himself when he heard the squeaky window start to open. Praying to God that his boyfriend wasn't hurt, Jason rushed into the living room to see Dick climbing through the window, suit covered in gashes and ash.

"Dickie-" Jason hurried over to the shorter man and helped him over to the couch.

The acrobat flashed his boyfriend a tired smile as he peeled his mask off, "Sorry I'm late, Jaybird. There was a big train crash downtown. I've been helping get people out since midnight and we're still not even halfway done."

Jason frowned, running a tender thumb across a particularly deep gash on Dick's cheek, "Why didn't you call me, dumbass? I would've come and helped."

Dick shook his head, messing with Jason's unkept hair, "You needed to stay home and study tonight. Finals are coming up."

Jason didn't remove the look of displeasure on his face even when his cold insides melted at the feeling of Dick's fingers running through his hair. "Finals aren't more important your safety, Dickhead."

Dick giggled, "Careful there, Jay. You almost sound like you care."

Jason growled softly as he stood up and grabbed the first-aid kit the couple kept handy at all times (things like this happened more often than either Jason or Dick would like to admit). He pulled out the disinfectant and began to tend to Dick's wounds, instructing the shorter man to remove his suit. Soon, the acrobat was in nothing but a pair of tights and a flustered smile.

"You're cute," Jason smirked, "you know that?"

Dick blushed and looked down at his blood-stained nails, "I- uh- well, I mean-"

Jason chuckled and kissed the acrobat's nose before pulling back and grinning, "Don't strain yourself, sweetheart."

Dick crossed his arms with a pout, making Jason laugh even harder. Unable to stay away from his boyfriend any longer, the taller man launched himself onto the couch and pulled Dick into his lap, both leaning back against couch horizontally.

Dick laid his head back on Jason's chest and looked up at the younger boy with the most innocent expression ever to be expressed on this Earth. "You know what would make this even better, Jaybird?"

Jason smirked, "What?"

Dick smiled sweetly and batted his long eyelashes, "Ice cream..."

Jason nearly facepalmed, sighing loudly and dramatically. "You're a tease. You know that?"

Dick looked off to the side and shrugged timidly, but Jason could see the mischief in his ocean-blue irises.

"Fine," Jason groaned, pushing the smaller boy off of him and hurrying to grab some ice cream and spoons from the kitchen so he could get back to his boyfriend ASAP.
"Here," he shoved one of the cartons into Dick's hands, grabbing the remote from the coffee table so he could flip on the TV.

"Ooo," Dick looked at the TV, wide-eyed, as he lifted a spoon full of Rocky Road into his mouth, "what're we gonna watch?"

Jason smirked evilly, wiggling his eyebrows back at Dick before turning on the one thing he knew was sure to get Dick to cuddle extra close to him later that night.

Cats: The Musical.

As soon as it started, Dick's eyes widened in fear. "No! JJ, you know I hate this movie!"

Jason chuckled, going back to the couch and pulling Dick back into his arms, "Yeah, but I also know you get huggy when you're scared, and this movie scares you more than that noseless creep in Harry Potter."

Dick's eyes widened even more and he whispered, "He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named..."

Jason leaned in close, nuzzled Dick's cheek, moved over to his ear, and whispered in the scariest voice he could muster, "Voldemort..."

Dick let out a loud squeak, clutching even tighter onto the taller boy. He buried his face in the crook of Jason's neck, whimpering softly.

Jason laughed softly, messing with the boy's silky, raven hair, "Y'know, for a crime-fighter, you're pretty soft."

All that could be heard from Dick was a muffled and whining 'shut up.'

Jason laughed some more, running his fingers down Dick's bare and bruised back, "You're cute, Dickie-Bird. Someone should tell the bad guys— maybe they wouldn't beat you up so bad."

Dick perked up, lips turned down into a pout as he stared threateningly (more like adorably) up at Jason, "They don't beat me up. I beat them up."

Jason cocked an eyebrow, "Oh, yeah? Well, someone should tell the bruise-fairy she keeps giving out her injuries to the wrong person."

Dick pulled back, crossing his arms boyishly, "That was smart, Jason. And I did not appreciate it."

Jason grinned, pulled Dick back towards him, "Well, do you know what I appreciate?"

Dick, still pouting, looking up at Jason and muttered, "What?"

Jason smiled endearingly, "You."