Dick Grayson one shots

Bro fluff

Jay and Dick bro fluff as requested by Mari1415hq. I hope y'all enjoy
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Jason didn't remember when it started. A while after his death and subsequent revival he supposed. It must've not been an immediate thing or else he never would've become a mass murderer, but over time he found that he had developed a fear of blood.

He supposed his fear stemmed from another fear, the fear that the results of the pit madness had instilled in him. The fear that he was going to hurt someone innocent, someone he cared about.

That was why he was completely fine with seeing his own blood, and most of the time even the blood of criminals didn't bother him. No, it was the blood of those he truly loved and cared for that made his legs feel weak and his breathing start to become uneven.

Thus Jason mostly insisted on working alone.

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Dick knocked weakly on Jason's apartment window, resting his sweaty head against the cool glass. His eyes fluttered closed for an instant before opening again to see Jason undoing the lock on the window.

Not being able to muster up the energy to hold himself off of the window while Jason opened it, Dick continued resting against it, falling gracelessly onto the apartment floor once the window was opened wide enough.

"Uh..." Jason said, standing there for a moment before jumping forward to shut the window and the blinds when he realized that Dick was in his Nightwing uniform.

"Jay," Dick said, his voice coming out as a whisper.

"I'm guessing this isn't a social call," Jason said, trying for a joking tone.

Dick made a sound between a chuckle and a wet cough.

That was when Jason noticed the blood. It was everywhere... coating Dick's lips, and darkening his already black suit.

Jason stumbled back, feeling bile rise in his throat. He slammed his eyes shut when he started to feel lightheaded, trying to block the image from his brain.

Dick let out a pained groan, taking another rasping breath. "Jay," he mumbled. "H-help me... p-please."

Jason tried to calm himself, taking a deep breath. The metallic smell of blood filled his nose and he stumbled back, suddenly realizing he was shaking. There was a buzzing in his ears and his heart felt like it was going to pound straight out of his chest.

Dick must've vaguely realized what was happening, because he managed to drag himself over to the couch, grabbing the blanket that was draped over the back and using it to cover most of the blood on his chest. "B-breathe through y-your mouth," he mumbled, his voice starting to drift off slightly as his eyelids fluttered.

Jason sunk to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest and sucking deep breaths in through his mouth. His mind cleared slightly after a moment of regulating his breathing, and the realization that his brother was bleeding out in his living room dawned in his foggy mind. He hesitantly opened his eyes, trying with all his might to focus on Dick's relatively blood-free face instead of the dark red smears covering his floor.

Dick looked back at Jason as if he was in a daze. His eyelids felt like weights, and he let them drop closed, reasoning that he'd just take a short nap to help him find the energy he'd need to fix his own wounds.

Jason panicked upon seeing Dick's eyes slide shut. "Stay awake," he said, a bit louder then he'd meant.

Dick's eyes blinked open.