Dick Grayson one shots

Dare... P2

This is dedicated to idkwichname  and Nobody90999 and Lyly-Stark  for their requests for a part 2... I hope y'all enjoy

A little bit of fluff and angst and some brotherly love...
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"Jay?" Dick mumbled, looking down at his feet and tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

"What's up Dickie?" Jason asked. He put the book he'd been reading to the side and gave his full attention to his brother.

Dick shifted nervously, acting more shy than Jason had ever seen him. "I... I was wondering if... if you'd be willing to give me a hug," he asked, biting his lip when Jason didn't answer immediately. "N-never mind... I'm sorry, that was a stupid thing to ask," Dick mumbled.

Jason walked over and wrapped his arms around the elder. "It's ok Dickie, I'm perfectly willing to give you a hug any time you need one," he said.

"Thanks," Dick replied, relaxing into Jason's embrace.

"Any specific reason you needed a hug today?" Jason asked.

"I... I just had a hard day..." Dick drifted off. "And the nightmares," he mumbled a few moments later.

Jason tightened his hold on his brother, clenching his teeth.

It hadn't taken Dick and Jason long to figure out what M'gann had done by shifting into his mother, and even though Dick knew it was all just a trick, that hadn't stopped him from getting intense nightmares.

"I aught to burn their little hangout to the ground with them inside," Jason growled, thinking of the young justice team and all they'd done to hurt his brother.

"You won't really do that will you?" Dick asked, sounding genuinely concerned for the people who'd been so cruel to him over the past few months.

Jason exhaled loudly. The Young Justice didn't deserve his sweet brother. "No..." he said through grit teeth. "But only because it would upset you," he added, making it clear that he would've already made good on his threats if Dick hadn't told him not to.

Dick sighed, letting go of Jason and stepping back. "Thanks," he said.

"No problem," Jason replied, heading towards the kitchen for a glass of water.

Dick followed close behind his brother almost like a lost puppy. "Are we going on patrol tonight?" He asked.

"You're not, but I am," Jason said, setting his empty cup in the sink.

Dick pouted and folded his arms. "Why can't I go?" He asked.

"Last I checked you were still about 5 pounds underweight and could barely keep up with me in a simple exercise routine," Jason said, raising an eyebrow at his brother's pout.

"I'm an adult," Dick said. "You can't tell me what to do."

"Ya?" Jason said with a grin, swiping Dick's feet from under him and grabbing him by the front of the shirt before he fell. "Watch me."

Dick huffed as Jason pulled him back to his feet.

"Well mom," Dick said. "When will I be allowed to patrol, and go back to my own apartment for that matter?" He asked.

"You can patrol once you can beat me in a fight again, and I already cancelled your apartment's contract, so I don't think you'll be able to go back there," Jason said, leaning against the counter.