Dick Grayson is completely damaged when Jason died. Years later, he is strucked by the fact Jason has been brought back from the dead. Dick's love for Jason is uncontrollable. The pair team up constantly and Dick is just a tad overprotective! The fi...
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WAYNE MANOR 8PM, MONDAY NIGHT Dick's POV
He's. He's.. He's... Back! Jason Peter Todd. My little adopted bro. We're only several years apart by age and I've forgotten how much he's grown. He's taller than me by an inch! He got hunkier. He still smells the same, but more dangerous. Now that sounds like the Jason Todd I know!
I'm a little nervous to approach him. Bruce did say he's mentally damaged forever. He also explained he's more murderous. I know Jay wouldn't hurt me though... I, I, I... Know it. I wonder if he even remembers me still...
I sit opposite Jason on the diner table. We never normally use to sit at this table like a family. It's quiet and awkward. I can't keep my eyes off of him. His eyes have blossomed into an autumn bloom and his jet black hair embraces an innocent streak of white. He's still innocent. But he's a murderer. Me and Bruce know that. But we can't exactly blame Jason entirely.
Jason's POV
I pick at my rich food. I miss the taste of cheap anger from that crowbar. That was only the starter meal. The explosion was the main. And dessert? The motherfucking Lazarus pit. What. A. Meal. That. Was.
I keep catching Dick staring at me. It irritates me but at the same time, I would be in the same position if I was Dick and his best friend died on the job. I know how Dick is feeling. I've missed him like fuck. His hair is still as scruffy as it use to be; but the good kind of scruffy. The lazy Sunday mornings scruffy hair. It's one of my secret turn ons but that's just weird. I wanna hug the depression out of Dick's body right now but I feel too uncomfortable and weird to do that. Bruce is sitting at the far end of the table, watching me. Examining me. I've been here for a month now and I've been alive for two years. Once Bruce captured me and found out who I was (a month ago), he adopted me. Again.
Tim Drake. My supposedly replacement. It doesn't bother me much. Me and Bruce sorted this out a week ago. There's only one person on my mind: Dick Grayson.
Bruce can tell that me and Dick are basically communicating with our eyes.
"Why don't you two go out for a meal considering you won't touch the one Alfred made for you. You two need time alone. Re-bond. Reconnect." Bruce offers.
"Okay." I say, whilst glaring at Dick.
"That'll be great." Says Dick with the tiniest side smile ever. That adorable little fuck. He's fucking happy that Bruce is giving us alone time together. Shit. He's still a cute bird. I try show no emotion just yet. I'm not ready.
Dick's POV
I'm over the moon that Bruce is allowing me and Jason to go out and have alone time together to reconnect as we haven't had that opportunity since Jason being back over a month ago. It's been the longest month I have ever had. I can't afford wasting a day without making out with- oh I mean without making no fun memories with Jason to give himself a reason to live. He needs to rebuild; to regenerate. I'm his lucky charm; his positive spirit, his only reason to live.
