Jason/Dick one-shots

An old friend

It's your night shift at the bar, the music is loud yet enjoyable and the customers are having a good time.

Drunk people are dancing everywhere, designated drivers laugh and take care of them.

During your free time or days off, you enjoy coming to have fun too, it gets contagious seeing so many people actually have fun at a bar like this.

It's just as boring as every other day, you're cleaning the glass, making drinks while everyone else has fun.

At first it was boring to stand around to just make drinks, but after a few tricks and a few conversations with customers, it became an enjoyable thing.

You've just finished cleaning some glass cups when some random drunk sat on a chair, eyeing you like your were some sort of dessert.

As annoyed as you were with the amount of times this has happened, you kept a smile on your face.

Where do these guys even come from? They think you're done kind of hooker they can buy for the night.

"What can I get you?" You asked kindly, setting your hands down on the bar.

"Is a night with you on the table?" He asked drunkenly, smirking at you.

He glanced at your chest, making you uncomfortably shift in your spot.

"No, I'm just here to serve drinks." You tried to keep a polite tone, even if disgust filled you.

"Well that's too bad." He pulled away from the bar.

Just as you thought he was leaving, he pulled out a hundred dollar bill and slid it over to you.

"One night." He smirked at you.

At this moment, you couldn't hide your disgust. "No thanks."

You moved away from him, serving other customers. Though you did notice him glaring at you before leaving.

It made you shiver, leaving a weird feeling inside you, but you ignored it.

With a relieved sigh, you went back to your job, happily unbothered by anymore drunks.

Everything was going smoothly, soon your shift would be over and you could go home.

The comfort of a warm shower, a warm bed, warm clothes. The thought almost left you distracted; it'd been a long week full of multiple hours of endless work. You were ready to have your weekend off.

Finally, when your shift ended, you grabbed your things, getting ready to go home.

As you said your goodbyes, you felt a pair of eyes. Even though you felt uneasy, you turned your head towards the perdón looking at you.

For a brief moment, you could've sworn that whom your eyes landed on was an old friend. A friend that you hadn't seen in forever, someone who you had forgotten about.

Even if it was just a glance, a few seconds, you could've sworn it was him. The way he looked at you, his eyes, his face, everything.

Dick Grayson had been staring at you from across the bar.

You blinked a few times, thinking maybe you were seeing things. He was no longer there when you looked again, and that made you think that maybe you'd just seen someone who looked like him.

With a small sigh, you put a hand over your heart, feeling a small ache at the thought of seeing him again.

The last time you saw him he had tears in his eyes, it hurt saying goodbye. But enough of that, you couldn't let it get to you, or else you'd be going home in a depressing mood.

You walked out of the bar and began walking home, putting your hands in your pockets to keep them warm. The days were starting to get colder, Fall was coming around and the nightly weather was changing.

Everything was quiet, except the cars passing by and people talking in the alleys. You heard a scream, making you stop in your tracks.

You knew better, but you wanted to see if they were okay, so you neared the alley. It was the usual thing, a poor woman getting her purse taken from some random thug.

As much as you'd hate to both interfere and end up hurt or leaving with guilt, you ended up sneaking your way to the guy and knocking him out from behind.

The woman thanked you multiple times before rushing out of the alley way. You smiled to yourself, remembering the times you've trained with Dick, sparring matches ever now and then.

Just as you turned around, you were punched in the face harshly. You held your nose, groaning in pain. Before you knew it, another blow was sent to your stomach.

You blinked a few times, regaining your composure before punching them back. Whoever they were, you didn't bother taking a look, you were pissed and you would fight back.

They managed to get a few hits no matter how fast you tried to be. At this point your vision was blurred, you were growing dizzy and it was hard to actually see who it was.

They managed to knock you out when you got distracted by a scream, the same one you'd heard when you came to help.

For some reason they left you in the alley; tired and barely conscious. Though you were conscious enough to feel yourself be picked up by arms that felt way too familiar.

The last thing you heard was a voice just as familiar whispering to you, as well as a kiss on your forehead before you slipped into unconsciousness.

The second time you awakened for a moment, you felt yourself being laid down on something comfortable after your jacket was slipped off.

You couldn't tell if you were imagining it, but as you slightly opened your eyes, you could've sworn Dick was right in front of you.

A pained whimper escaped you, whether it was him or not, he was tending to your wounds.

"Hey... shh, you'll be okay, I've got you." He hushed you quietly, stroking your hair before returning to taking care of your wounds.

Tears filled your eyes, but you fell unconscious once again before you could even respond.

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The next time you came to, you were by yourself, laying down on a bed. Your face stung a bit, but it was bearable. Though your back was sore, aching and stinging.

With a small grunt, you turned to lay on your side, sighing in content at the more comfortable feeling.

"Try not to move so much, your back is bruised." A soft voice spoke to you, a hand on your shoulder.

Startled, you shot upright, your hands up in case you needed to defend yourself.

"Not a very nice way to react to your best friend." He chuckled, putting his arms up in defense.

"Dick?" You whispered, your hands dropping at your sides.

"Not a very nice thing to say either." He laughed this time, hoping you'd get the joke.

You immediately rose to your feet, wrapping your arms around him. "Not funny..." You mumbled, nuzzling your face into his chest.

It didn't matter how much pain your face was suffering, it was nice to be in the comfortable arms of his.

"I missed you." He said softly, wrapping his arms carefully around you, his hand stroking your hair.

"You idiot, when did you come back?" You asked, pulling away just a bit to see his face.

"A few days ago. Gotham was rough, but I'm back, and I'm planning on staying for good this time." Dick smiled at you, planting an unexpected kiss on your lips.

As shocked as you were, the feeling of his lips on yours felt perfect, so you kissed him for what felt like more than just a few minutes.

You both pulled away, out of breath. "You should get more rest, I'll be here taking care of you."

He planted a kiss on your forehead before you laid back down, and this time he laid down with you, holding you close.

You were sure this wasn't a dream, Dick was back and now you seemed to be more than just best friends.