Jason & Dick

Reckless

Reckless

Everything was the same from when he left it last night. The clean kitchen, the mess in the bedroom, all of it was the same except for the tenant. The bandage wrapped around his mangled leg caused the vigilante to limp and he had to use Richard's body for support. He was still in pain, the occasional wince accompanied by a hoarse grunt gave that away but Jason didn't complain. 

He couldn't even if he wanted to.

The catastrophe of events twenty-four hours ago not only damaged Jason's leg but his chest and his throat. His throat hurt the most and it frustrated him that he could barely sound out a single word. What frustrated him more was that it was his reckless actions that caused this. Oh he couldn't wait to get vengeance once he was healed and no one was going to convince him otherwise. 

Jason sat down on the couch, his emerald green eyes darting around the living room. The same little living room but nothing felt the same for him. His gaze fell on Richard and they expressed his curiosity. He had been silent the whole time which was unlike him so he tilted an eyebrow in inquiry, hoping that Richard could read his facial expressions.

Richard was putting away the bandages before he noticed the young boy's expression. 

"You should get some rest. And by the way, never do this again. You could've gotten yourself in far more pain. Or even dead." 

He would never admit it, but he cared for Jason as if he were his real brother. Dick stood up and rolled the bandages into a tight roll. He stood up and walked into a different room. He returned and sat next to Jason, placing his hands on his neck to feel how big the wound was. Then on his leg, barely massaging the wound. 

"You're always getting yourself into shit. Always have, always will. And don't even think about sassing me, young man." Dick narrowed his eyes, examining Jason's body for further wounds. "And by the way, I'm in charge." He smirked.

Jason averted his eyes and his lips pursed into a tight line so it looked like he could say, "I know, I know but it wasn't intentional." 

He watched Grayson clean up and leave the room and his hand was back on the bandage around his neck. He lowered his hand when Dick came back and smirked, rolling his eyes. 

"I'm a dangerous guy, you know that," he wanted to say but instead he just made a suggestive wink. His eyebrows arched again and this time he shrugged his shoulders. He was fine with letting Dick be in charge. It was probably for the best anyway. He leaned back against the couch, a raspy sigh pushed past his lips and he closed his eyes.