Jason's right up in his face and Dick can almost feel his breath on his lips. The coiling spring in Dick's gut that's been winding tighter and tighter the longer he's around Jason is now so closed around his chest that he can barely breath past it. All he's really aware of is how he's glaring at Jason just as much as Jason's glaring at him.
"Who the fuck are you?" Jason sneers, dismissive and scoffing at Dick's current identity crisis.
Then that coiled spring inside of Dick breaks, and he's not sure who moves first, but Jason's lips are on his, and his hands are in Jason's hair, dragging him in closer. The heat of it shocks him, his teeth pressed against his mouth by Jason's. Dick distantly hears a thin, weak moan, and when Jason pulls back, eyes still on fire with that earlier anger and a nasty smirk on that mouth that he's just been dragging in closer to his, Dick realises that he was the one that moaned. He flushes, still so pissed off at Jason for provoking him, and even more for kissing him, that he opens his mouth to snap at him.
But Jason gets there first, and suddenly Dick's got a mouth full of tongue, and his knees go weak. Jason's fingers find their way into the plates of armour on Dick's back, pulling him down to his level, and Dick sinks down a few inches without even meaning to.
"Jason..." Dick groans as he's forced to turn, and pushed up against the wall, back resting against the concrete. "Stop. Not here."
"Why?" Jason moves closer, biting at Dick's lower lip quickly, and the sting of pain makes the blood pulse faster in Dick's veins than it already is. "You don't want to. I can tell."
"There are a shitload of unconscious cops right there." Dick protests, instead of giving the outright No that he should. He pushes up to his full height, but Jason just smirks at him again.
"So? They're not gonna tell anyone."
