Red Hood meets Marvel

Before the Start of it all

   Jason was not having a good day. He had just gotten back from an Outlaw mission with Roy and Kori that had taken them much, much longer than it should've. The mission had taken them off world, and what should've taken them a week on Kori's Tamaranian beauty of a ship, had ended up taking over a month and a half. Then, when Jason had finally gotten back to Gotham, it was to an all hands on deck Arkham breakout that left everyone exhausted. It had taken all week just to get things to settled down and most of the criminals back in jail. At this point Jason was just ready to fall into bed and sleep for 24 hours, regardless of the injuries he should really probably clean up. Sadly, as he crawled through the window into his apartment safehouse, he discovered that was not to be.

As he entered his kitchen the first thing he saw was his idiot brother perched on his kitchen counter still in his Nightwing attire, sans mask, munching on Jason's wheat-ees, swinging his legs back in forth like the six year old Jason swore he was. Honestly, at this point Jason should probably just be expecting this, but give him a break. It'd been a long... Well at this point, let's just go with few years. It'd been a long few years.

"What do you want now?" Jason sighed, slouching against the kitchen door frame.

"What, I can't simply visit my little brother? Maybe I don't want anything! Ever considered that?" Dick said, gesturing wildly with both hands, one still hold the box he'd been eating straight out of, and sending bits of cereal flying. Jason narrowed his eyes at him. If he had to clean that shit up, Dick would be paying for it.

"You always want something. The last time you were here you were trying to bribe me to babysit the demon brat, and before that it was 'why don't you hangout with Tim? You should be nicer!' and before that it was trying to get me to meet with Steph, and before that... Well, need I go on? Really, Dickhead, you're too predictable." Dick took a moment to think about that, playing weighing the thought tilting his head back and forth, before just shrugging.

"Okay, so maybe you have a point," Dick paused to shove another handful on cereal in his mouth and chew for a moment, contemplating, "But I haven't seen you in like, two months! I mean, you could've at least called once in a while. That's totally explanation enough for me being here!"

Jason sighed again, but didn't argue, DIck wasn't wrong. Their relationship had gotten a lot better over the years since Jason's resurrection. After Jason had recovered from the insanity induced by the Lazarus pit, and all the madness that that let to, he'd even say their relationship had improved to them actually being close. Sure they weren't best friends, or joined at the hip, or any of that shit, but it was to the point Jason didn't mind hanging out with his brother just to spend some time with the guy. So yes, not seeing each other in two months really was enough of an explanation for him being here. Still, Jason was way too tired to put up with any socialization today, especially someone with Dick's energy levels. He was waaay too hyper to deal with right now. Fellow zombies, he could deal with. He'd had a delightful conversation of half mumbled gibberish with Tim the other day before either of them had had their coffee when they were on day three of only two hours of sleep. Dick with his frankly unnatural levels of energy? No. Just, no.

"Just come back tomorrow, okay? I'm dead right now. Well, I mean, I've been dead for years now, but right now especially. Just, let's talk later." Dick narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips at Jason. He never did like Jason's death jokes. But finally he jumped off the counter, shoved another handful of cereal in his mouth before tossing the box back on the counter and crossed the room to Jason, planting his hands on his hips.

"Fine. But you're letting me bandage you up first, those cuts need cleaning or you're going to get them infected."

"Fine. First aid kit's in the cabinet by the fridge, bottom shelf." Jason said with another put upon sigh. He'd been that a lot lately, but what could he say? Dickhead just drew it out of him.