Dick Grayson one-shots

A noise in the night

Now that Scarecrow had been dealt with, Jason was making his way to Dick's apartment. His older brother had made sure he knew he was welcome at anytime, Dick gave Jason the space he craved while he pottered around the kitchen chatting aimlessly. That's exactly what Jason needed right now.

Crane had managed to throw some kind of dust into his face, but Jason felt fine, a little embarrassed from getting caught off guard the rare time his helmet wasn't available...yes, screaming in the corner of the room bombarded by images of a past life, no. Batman had demanded he return to the cave and get checked over but Jason kindly declined with a middle finger and a "fuck you" before heading off towards Blüdhaven.

At first Jason couldn't stand Grayson, he was overbearing like an overprotective mother, his energy too big for Jason to absorb. Nowadays were different however,  Dick seemed to have finally acknowledge Jason's need for space and in the end it was Grayson that could provide a safe space for him. So it confuses Jason as he starts to feel almost scared as he approaches the apartment block. The closer he got, the harder his heart beat. A thudding that seemed to reverberate in his ears. It was overwhelming. Did something happen to Dick?

Jason sped up, his heart racing faster as he aimed for the living room window, ignoring the black tinge in the corners of his vision. He slid the window open quietly and forcing himself to ignore the terror in his chest. The fear in him grew and the possibility that this was the effect of that strange dust slipped his mind.

All the lights were off, maybe Grayson was just sleeping. He had mentioned he was a bit under the weather lately. Jason made his way to the bedroom, cracking open the door and peering inside.

The room was dark, but he could see the outline of Grayson's form tucked in the bed. Jason huffed a sigh of relief, but the anxiety remained. Tutting lightly he decided he he didn't want to sit alone in the living room, he moved closer to the bed, his heart stopping at the sight before him. Ripping the sheets back, Jason saw red.

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Dick woke to a noise in the night. It was the type of noise your body reacts to but isn't sure it actually heard anything. His groggy head and congested sinuses didn't help either. He sat up slowly a hand on his head, his eyes closed as he listens further, trying to distinguish enemy or brother.

He sighs in relief at the near silent thump of combat boots landing on his floor. It was Jason then. He never quite mastered the awkward entry point, not that he ever needed to sneak in. He always entered the same way, with both feet hitting the wooden floor, while his broad shoulders always brushed the window, leaving a unique leather on wood sound. Dick decided that if Jason was coming this late at night and trying to be quiet, he wanted his own space to cool down, so Grayson lay back down on his bed.

He was half asleep when he heard his bedroom door creak open, was Jason checking on him? He feigns sleep as the pounding in his head grew. He needed the rest and truthfully, he didn't want to deal with whatever problems Jason had with Bruce right now, he had pushed himself too far this time. He tries to relax but Jason staring at him from the doorway was making him feel edgy. He pulls his duvet away from his face, only to have it snatched away from him. His confused mind too slow to process that Jason had punched him. Hard. His head smashes back into his pillow, eyes stinging at the direct impact of his nose. Dick braces himself again as a firm hand holds him down, his eyes blinking open dazed and confused when the hut didn't come. He could see Jason, standing over him, breathing hard, agitated and shaking?

"Jay?"

Dick turned his head in time for the next blow, taking it in his cheek rather than risking his eyes or nose. He scrambles to the other side of the bed breaking the hold, but Jason is on top of him again, holding his t-shirt in a tight grip.

"Where!"

Dick cringes away, his shirt crackling with breaking threads. He lifts an arm to block any potential hits.

"Jay?! What the he..."

The next punch comes fast and hard. It slips under his defenses striking his jaw. His teeth vibrate at the sheer force they were put under. He brings his arms up into a 'W' to protect more of his head. Unfortunately they were both well trained. Dick huffs at the impact to the side of his ribs, his protests cut short at another strike to the face. Jason's punches were as brutal as his aim and Dick was overcome as fists bludgeon him over and over.

Dick was in day old pyjamas, Jason was in bat-standard armour that absorbed any hits his illness riddled brother could dish out. There wasn't much Dick could do and Grayson really didn't know what had brought this on, what he had done to earn this beating, but he knew how to fight. He was in trouble and with the black in his vision melting into the shadows of his room, he needed to end this fast. He throws his arms up at Jason's face, too quick to dodge at this close range, and claws on, ripping skin. Blood blossoms on Jason's cheek as he yells out in rage, but Dick isn't done. He grabs Jason's hair, holding it tight, pulling, his other hand slams upwards in a single punch aimed at Red Hood's right eye, again and again and again. He was putting everything into these punches, he wouldn't be getting another chance.

Jason was forced to curl into himself, before he threw himself off the bed. Grayson grunts as he heaves himself up, trying to get further away from his brother. Sliding backwards he pulls his feet under him, gasping as he manipulates himself off the bed. His head pounding at the sight of two Jasons. He places a steadying hand on the wall, locking his legs to force himself to stand.

"Jason. Please."

The click of a gun, silenced him. Jason was using rubber bullets now, but they still hurt.

"Where?" It was raspy and angry.

"Where? Where what Jay? You aren't making any sense!" His words were forced and broken.

Another growl sounds across the room and Jason was on him in an instant, shoving him into the wall.

"Don't play with me Joker"

Distracted by the cool metal under his chin and his raging concussion, Dick almost missed what Jason had said.

"Joker? Jay what..arghhhh" Dick couldn't help but yell as Jason crushed his bare foot under his boot. His vision whited out as he closed in on his limit. The realisation that Jason was hallucinating made the situation somewhat better.

Think Grayson think!

"Scarecrow" A whisper in the back of his throat as he came to the realisation. Bruce had asked him to join them tonight but Dick just wasn't feeling well, he was dead on his feet and dealing with Scarecrow would have been disastrous.

"Scarecrow? It that were he is asshole?! Talk!"

Dick was slammed against the wall, the sound of dry wall hitting his floor in a flurry of dust echoed out into the apartment. He needed to get Jason to Bruce he thought weakly, cursing himself for not having any antidote to the fear toxin nearby. Bruce would have.

"Yes. At Wayne Manor."

Dick doubted himself, he presumed Jason was really looking for him but the chances that his brother will believe his hallucination and go to the manor were low.

"I tied him up and dropped him to the front door"

This earned him another punch, but Jason had stepped away from him. Dick leaned his head back against the wall, his body slowly failing to keep him upright. He barely reacted when he was slammed to the floor, sure his shoulders were ripped from his body at the force Jason pulled them back at. A rattle of hand cuffs and Dick was restrained, his open eye tracking Jason as he left.

A brief thought crossed his mind before he passed out.

How long until someone found him?