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i promise not to use my fists on you

[he has his legs if needed lbr]

That statement is full of loopholes.

Suit up, EPD rooftop in fifteen.

(and a second later: )

Please. :)

[He doesn't reply, but he's landing in said rooftop when the time is up. In full Red Hood regalia, Dick did ask him to suit up.]

( he shows up a little over five minutes late unfortunately -- a fast food bag in hand offers an explanation for why, and dick smiles a little sheepishly when he sees him. how he got food while dressed as nightwing, he'll never tell. )

Sorry, I figured you'd be late. You kind of seem like the type. ( not meaning to insult -- he holds up the bag, a sign of peace. ) French fries?

Edited 2016-02-17 02:24 (UTC)

[Jason wrinkles his nose, the helmet making it safe for him to have actual facial expressions without Dick knowing.]

Had the same training as you. Being late wasn't an option. [He looks down at the fries. After a beat, he takes the bag.] You having some? What's this about?

( he feels a little berated in that -- late wasn't an option, alright thank u for the sass mister!! dick releases the bag once jason has a hold on it, crossing over automatically to sit on the ledge of the building, he grins back towards jason. )

Eyup, bring those over. I don't do the whole "let's stand and stare dramatically at each other on a rooftop confrontation" deal. It gets a little tired once you've been around the Big B for so long. ( he pats the space next to him, offering jason a place to sit. ) Anyway, you know what this is about. Call me curious about the Dick from your universe -- I mean, you can't blame me, right?

[You know what? He'll take it.

Sure, he's armed to his teeth under his clothes and will lash out if Dick makes any sudden movements but you know. Still. Baby steps. He takes a seat next to Dick and opens the bag of fries to hand it over to Dick. Whenever he's offered food the other person has to taste it first.]

I can't. But you'll have to be more specific than that. Whatd'ya want to know?

( don't mind if he does, taking a fry and munching on it, sending the bag back over jason's way. he leans back on his free palm. )

How do you two get along? ( there's a speculative glances outwards and towards the city, dick kicking his dangling legs a bit like a child. ) I'm trying to figure out how I'd react to the differences between you and my Jason, but... I don't know. It's hard to think about it, in an abstract way like that.

[He makes a so-so movement with his hand.]

He doesn't really trust me. Can't blame him, you know, did pretty fucked up shit to try to stay as the only Batman. I tried to be a family but it's just hard to reconcile that we're too different people to do that. 's fine, I'm the strangled brother and I'll take it.

How do you and Twin get along?

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( he makes a sound of understanding in his throat, maybe anxiously reaching for another fry to chew on. how do they get along? why does dick have no fucking clue how to answer that? there's something unnameable that settles in his throat while he considers all that jason is saying, wondering how his dick might react to these words -- definite head scratcher, that's for sure. )

Twin, that's cute. ( obviously some filler while he considers his answer. might as well be truthful. ) I hate him. He hurt some of the people I love the most in the world, and I can't forgive that.

( but his mouth sets in a hard frown, staring at his lap. )

But I also care about him a lot. We fight pretty much every time we encounter each other, but we also... protect each other, kind of. Kind of? I don't know, it's hard to explain. ( he shrugs. ) Sounds a little like it's complicated no matter what universe it's from.

[Jason figures that if the Dick in his world ever had to describe him he'd say something similar. Especially the first part, word-by-word. It makes him want to grin, and luckily he can do that without Dick getting any weird ideas. Thanks, helmet.]

It's always going to be complicated. Golden boy and the boy that replaced him- there's only so many ways that you can write down that story and most of them aren't going to be completely happy. But we're fucking adults that can act like professionals even if you would rather punch me.

Dick helped me get someone important to me, back home. He saved my life to do it, too.

( he frowns a little with that, leaning back on his palms. he pointedly doesn't look at jason. )

I don't want to punch you. ( if he's being honest, he doesn't want to punch his jason either -- at least, not anymore. he's found a substitute action that works for him. ) If he helped you, I can't imagine he hates you. This is all very unsneaky emotional, which isn't exactly our strong suit, but.

( he shrugs. )

I hoped you'd say "we were brothers", you and your Dick. So I could say, "I want to be brothers too", without it being too weird for you.

[He reaches for the security latch on his helmet to take it off. This kind of conversation is always more effective if they can see his face, and Jason will do anything for a reaction. He's as dramatic as they get.]

I wanted us to be brothers. [He can admit to that much, he told the Dick in his world already. He wanted them to be family, wanted them to be together as a team. They just have too much going on accept each other.]

But you have your own brother in here already, so what gives.

Things are complicated with Jason.

( he almost leaves it at that.

but he can't, because he's nothing if not a blabber mouth, sifting a hand through his hair while he turns to look at jason. he's never actually seen his face, which is odd -- he imagined it would just be jason's but he's... red haired, and unmarred. dick sucks in his breath. )

I'm -- trying. To fix things. I don't think he'll ever consider me his brother, though. ( he gives a shrug -- he might as well be transparent about it, feeling like jason can already read right through him. ) You don't have feelings for your Dick, right?

['Feelings', he says, and Jason is about to reply that he's already told Dick that he has brotherly feelings for his Dick wasn't he listening? And then. Well, then it hits him.]

What?

[Okay, so there's only a reason would be asking. And that's because the Jason he knows, Jason's Twin, might have feelings for him. Jason's feelings are his own personal mess to deal with and he's not going to think too hard on them, but what he does know is that Dick never suspected anything like that. To Dick Jason went from being the annoying little shit he adopted as a brother to the murdering jerk that returned from the death. So what the fuck did Twin do?]

Ok, just- I need a second.

[And yes, he gets his phone out.]

Aw, c'mon man. I thought we were having a moment.

( he isn't going to try and grab his phone, because he already knows jason would stop him, so he just lets it happen, even if it's the opposite of what he wants. he sighs, throwing his head in his hand. )

He kissed me.

( which isn't a lie it's just. another truth that he kissed him back. )

But that really doesn't have anything to do with any of this. I'm serious.

Edited 2016-02-19 20:12 (UTC)

[Jason lets out a 'mhmmm' because he honestly doesn't buy it. This conversation has already taken a pretty weird toll and he's honestly getting tired of picking up the breadcrumbs of Twin's sexual issues at this point. Is he going down a check list?

He does look back at Dick, though.]

No, I never kissed Dick. We were brothers.

Brothers is all I'm asking for.

( he didn't ask if they kissed though, he asked if he had feelings for him. don't think that he doesn't note the way jason entirely avoided the question -- but this is getting a little too personal, a little too in his face. he stands up, dusting off his palms. )

Alright well. This went places I wasn't expecting. Really, I just wanted to figure out where we stood, and try to set up a good foundation. Not sure I was entirely successful but. ( he cracks his neck. ) I'm not here to fight with you or Jason Jason. That's what I'm trying to say.

No, you're here to make out with him.

[He throws one of the fries at Dick's face.] You sit down right now and tell me more about this kiss. That's what a brother would do.

You can't already be using the brother thing against me.

( but yeah, okay, he sits back down after dodging a french fry attack, scuffing the heel of his boot against the brick side of the building. )

What do you want me to say?

I can and just did. [And it worked, too. So hah.]

I want you to be clear with me. What are your intentions towards my Twin? [He's taking this super seriously. But the moment he stops joking about this he has to start thinking, considering, weighting options and possibilities and he's just not ready for that. Let's process the kiss, first.] Are you sure you only have brotherly feelings? That doesn't sound like a brother to me.

My intentions? ( he laughs, exuberantly. ) You his father? Oh my god.

( cute he almost says at the end of it, but thinks better. his laughter dies down, and he rubs the back of his neck, pulling a face. )

It wasn't like it was a romantic kiss, it was in the middle of us fighting. I think he got mad because I was trying to talk about Bruce. ( a handwave. he is pointedly not mentioning the part where jason came all over his asshole and then he made jason give him a blowjob. ) It was my fault. I doubt it'll happen again, so yeah, no worries there, buddy.

[A bit of a handwave.]

I'm not worried. I know you wouldn't kiss me. [He stuffs a couple fries in his mouth because it's easier to focus on the food (on anything else) than the fact that somewhere, somehow, a Dick Grayson has kissed his Jason Todd. He's never actually been to this place but they make good ones, might go back there for the greasy fries. Ah, food.]

But I think you should be talking about this with Twin and not me. If it didn't mean anything to you you should tell him, so you're on the same page.

If you hurt him I'm not going to be this nice.

I didn't say it didn't mean anything. It just doesn't mean that. What you're thinking.

( lies don't really become him. besides, he wants to get off on the right foot with jason, and knows the way not to do that is through lying.

( withholding the entire truth is not lying. okay? he's just lucky his nightwing costume covers up the hickies on his neck) )

I told him to talk to me whenever he was ready, so, yeah. ( a twinge of seriousness. ) I wouldn't -- hurt him. Not like that. I'm not heartless.

Edited 2016-02-21 06:55 (UTC)

I know.

[Dick has flaws, of course he does. But 'not caring' and hurting people on purpose will never be one of them. He lashes out when he's angry, of course, but this cold-blooded kind of hurting wouldn't be a Grayson to do in the slightest.]

Why don't you tell me what does it mean to you, then?

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