Jason & Dick

Bandaids

AN: I despise band-aids with my whole self. Implying of events

Jason stared at his arm, unamused saying, "Aren't there any other band-aids in there other than this one that is clearly meant for kids?"

Dick smiled as he put all of the unused materials into the box. "There are, but I don't think you've earned the big boy bandaids."

"And you're the judge of how I earn my big boy bandaids?" Jason watched intently as Dick continued.

With a fake hurt tone, Dick said, "Of course I am. He who holds the first aid has the power over the bandaids."

"Then I'll just have to take that first aid, now don't I? Hand it over!" Jason snarled reaching for the box.

In a deadly tone Dick said, "Touch this box and I will rip your insides out through your rectum. Leave it be!"

"That is the GROSSEST threat you've ever said... I'm going to touch that box so give it to me!" Jason responded, cringing at the idea Dick put in his head.

"No you are not gonna touch this box! If you do, I'll go Taco Bell on you."

"No! Anything but Taco Bell! I still want the box but no Taco Bell."

They continued to go back and forth, both hands on the box.

"Jason Todd, young man, you will keep your hands off! Be a good younger brother!"

"You are hearing yourself talk right? Jason Todd and good younger brother are words that do not go well together."

"But won't you be a good brother for me? C'mon Jay, be good. I'm even giving you the puppy eyes." Dick used his puppy eyes willing Jason to loosen his grip. "Please?"

"What do I get if I be good for once? Other than the puppy eyes of course. You're getting good with those."

"You'll get anything you want. Only if you're a good boy. And I've been practicing my eyes and my handjobs."

"Oh really? So getting anything I want includes a different bandaid then?" He asked hopefully.

"Unfortunately no. You're being a good boy by not touching this box which holds the bandaids you have yet to earn. You can, however, get anything other than that."

"You're so mean. Fine then, I'll endure with this childish bandaid. Instead, I want a lap dance from you."

"Done. When do you want it, my good brother?"

"Right now sounds good unless you're good for later on tonight?"

"How about later tonight. You'll have more fun then. I promise. And if you don't get the quality lap dance, you can have a big boy bandaid."

"Why~? Are you going somewhere right now Dickybird?"

"Yes. To put this box away. You need patience, young man."

"Patience has never been one of my strong suits Dickybird."

"I know that better than you do. I'll be right back, I promise. And when I return we can start the discussion of how you're so bossy it's starting to get cute."

"Huh? How is me being bossy cute to you? That's just confusing."