Jason & Dick

Guns

Guns

"Fighting with guns isn't so bad now is it?" Jason said as he stared at the weapon.

After a beat of silence, Dick replied saying, "I don't like it Jason. I mean, it's okay, but... there are other non violent weapons."

"Ya~wn. You like it or you wouldn't be holding one. If it eases your conscious then you can load it with rubber bullets." Jason said, glancing at Dick to see his reaction.

"I'm only holding them so you won't force them back into my hand. Now, do you want them back?"

"Hmm... no. I want you to get a good feel of them. They're not as bad as you make them out to be Dick. They get the job done and that's what counts."

Dick sighed. "So does any other weapon. These thingies are completely dangerous. That's not exactly a question. Take them back before I shoot your hand."

"Oh so you say they're dangerous but you don't hesitate in shooting my hand." Jason scowled at Dick but took his gun away. "Fine, for the sake of my hand. Meanie."

"That's only because I'm only shooting your hand and not a person." Dick shrugged, a small smirk on his face. He kissed Jason's cheek. "You love me."

"Yeah and it'll still hurt like a bitch." Jason grumbled. He glanced at Dick from the corner of his eye then shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe."

"That's why I don't use guns. They're painful and bloody." Dick raised his brow and kissed Jason's jaw. "You know you do. Just say it." He whispered against his neck, closing his eyes.

"Use protective bullets Dick. It's not that big of a deal." Jason rolled his eyes with an exasperated. He pursed his lips at Dick then poked his side. "What do I get if I do say it?"

"You'll get infinite hugs and kisses and maybe some chili dogs. How does that sound?" He rubbed Jason's side.

"I thought that was something you wanted?" Jason arched an eyebrow. "How about a massage? A guy like me has a lot of tense muscles, especially with the work I do. So how about that?"

"It was. But there's no harm in giving it to you." Dick folded his arms. "Okay, fine. A massage." He smirked, removing one arm and walking his fingers up Jason's chest. "How about after patrol?"

AN: I am a shit author. I know. Finals are finally over and I have been given time to recover so I will try to post more!!!! Thanks for the reviews!