To be From The Dark

#6 Who are you?

Content. If you could even call it that. No, Jason had not contently sat on the couch, next to the broken Nightwing- He had a hard time processing this. Why did he go and save the man he'd just shot and told to 'fuck off' ? He didn't know why. Better yet, why did he sit here, with nothing but pants on, watching over the goddamned, glorified hero of Bludhaven?

Maybe it was a calling- a luring to the presumably much older man. But there was a familiarity that Jason couldn't shake. So here he was- staring at the hero's face, with his teal coloured eyes- silent. He couldn't help himself as he gingerly reached over, a finger curling underneath the edge of the cracked domino mask that Nightwing wore.

Jason hesitated- as he soon begun to carefully peel the mask off the man before him. Jason froze, when he saw nightwing's face- no coverings, no nothing, besides for the scars that littered it- and the peaceful- but pained expression. "Dick, " He gasped out llightly, unbelieving. The golden boy- was the man that'd been so helpless.

Let alone, so pained. A spark of anger flourished in him- but he shoved it back down. He'd already killed the joker. Jason bit his lip- rather hard as he soon tasted his own blood. He took the other man's hand in his- staring at the imperfections on the skin- before his eyes trailed up to the man's bandaged chest.

He had to strip the hero of the suit to tend to the wounds that were inflicted. but he had to cut it away from dick's lower leg- because of broken bone. Jason had soon slipped away from Dick- getting up to go get some food. and possibly make some soup for the male that was due to wake up. If he ever did.

Jason hated to think like that- but it was a entirely possible outcome.

Soon enough, once he'd finished with the soup- he heard movement, quickly pulling on a shirt- then a facemask. He couldn't risk dick recognizing him. Jason of course- walked out of the kitchen, into the living room. There he found Dick having moved, so he was on the edge of the couch- still out of it.

Jason sighed as he sat down again, the couch sagging under his weight again. That- caused dick to groan, ocean blue eyes flitting open, groggily looking up at Jason. His breathing was slightly laboured- but a sharp gasp of air was taken in by dick as he attempted to haul himself upright- failing miserably, and falling back onto the couch.

Jason of course- gave a quiet snort of laughter, as he brought his hands under Dick's arms to help him sit up. Dick of course- still only being half conscious, weakly struggled against the older male, hoarse voice going to ask- "Wh-o are y-ou?"