Jason & Dick

Flesh Wound

Flesh Wound

"It's j-just a flesh wound...actually...maybe a couple...I should stop making it a h-habit of getting wounded during our battle. B-But as long as you're not hurt...I could...care...less..."

"Jason..." his crystal blue eyes softened upon hearing his voice, his hands gripping his jacket harder.

"You're right. You should stop. I love you too much to lose you." His hands were shaking as they cupped Jason's face, pulling him away to study his face. "Let's get you home and patched up."

He smiled. "You better stay with me, too."

"I'm trying...I'm just so tired though." Jason smiled weakly, looking at Dick with half-lidded eyes.

He shifted carefully off of Dick and sat back with a wince. "I don't know if I can ever stop...I'm just too reckless. But as long as you're okay then wounds like these don't matter to me."

"I'd yell at you for taking the hit but your well being is far more important." Dick kissed his forehead, wrapping his arms around his waist and legs.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you." He hoisted him up and over his shoulder, securing him with his left arm.

"You're going to be okay. Don't you dare fall asleep on me, Jason Peter Todd. You are going to be just fine."

Truth was, Dick always got fidgety when Jason did something that put him in danger. Especially close death situations. He was pissed and fidgety.

"I'll buy you however many chili dogs you want, Jay." Grayson pulled out his grappling hook and aimed it towards the building across from them.