Being Shady is My Only Defense

"you literally answered me."

"didn't."

you laughed quietly.

"i need to get up."

"no, you don't."

"i do."

"you've got nowhere to be."

"i have to use the bathroom."

"…"

his grip tightened just a little.

"jason."

"five more minutes."

"you said that twenty minutes ago."

"i don't remember saying that."

"you were awake?"

"no."

you couldn't help laughing again.

"you are impossible."

"so i've been told."

finally, he cracked one eye open, meeting your amused expression.

his lips twitched. "there she is."

"good morning."

"mornin'."

his voice was rough from sleep, making it sound even deeper than usual.

he studied your face for a second before reaching up and brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"what?"

"nothin'."

"you've been staring."

"i know."

"…why?"

"'cause you're pretty."

the words came so casually that your brain stopped working for a moment.

"…you can't just say things like that before coffee."

jason smirked.

"sure i can."

"you fight crime."

"i multitask."

you nudged him lightly with your shoulder.

"you are ridiculous."

"so are you."

you tried sitting up again.

his arms immediately pulled you back against him.

"…seriously?"

"i'm comfortable."

"i'm trapped."

"exactly."

"you've become a human weighted blanket."

"i'm hearing zero complaints."

"there are several complaints."

"liar."

you sighed dramatically, though the smile on your face betrayed you.

"…fine."

jason buried his face into your shoulder again with a satisfied hum.

"there it is."

"what?"

"acceptance."

"i accepted my fate."

"same thing."

silence settled over the room again.

it wasn't awkward.

just… peaceful.

outside, rain tapped gently against the apartment windows.

jason lazily traced circles against your side through one of his oversized hoodies you'd stolen weeks ago.

"you know," he muttered, "i was looking for this hoodie."

"no, you weren't."

"i absolutely was."

"you watched me steal it."

"i thought you'd give it back."

you looked over your shoulder.

"you've known me for how long?"

"…fair."

"i've claimed it."

"my hoodie."

"our hoodie."

he groaned dramatically.

"you've become a wayne."

"i'll start calling it 'our emotional support hoodie.'"

"i regret teaching you sarcasm."

"you practically invented it."

he laughed quietly, that alone made your heart melt. after another comfortable minute, he spoke again.

"…thanks."

you frowned.

"for what?"

"for staying."

the joking tone had disappeared.

his gaze was fixed somewhere on the blankets instead.

"you know… most mornings after patrol, i wake up expecting the apartment to be empty."

you turned around carefully until you were facing him.

his expression was softer than usual.

guarded, but honest.

you reached up and rested your hand against his cheek.

"i'm not going anywhere."

his eyes searched yours for a long moment.

"…promise?"

"i promise."

something in his shoulders finally relaxed.

he leaned into your touch almost instinctively.

then, with a tiny, almost embarrassed smile, he rested his forehead against yours.

"…good."

"you worry too much."

"i know."

"you know i like waking up with you..."

"i was hoping."

"i'm telling you."

another small smile.

"the apartment's a lot quieter when you're not here."

"so i'm loud?"

"you sing while making pancakes."

"i hum."

"you perform concerts."

"they're private concerts."

"they're not private if i can hear them from the bedroom."

you gasped dramatically.

"i've been exposed."

jason chuckled.

"i kinda like it."

"you do?"

"mhm."

"you'll never admit that in front of the others."

"absolutely not."

"good."

"dick would never let me live it down."

you both laughed.

the room felt warmer somehow.

jason reached over and pulled the blanket higher around both of you.

"one more minute?" he asked quietly.

you smiled.

"one more minute."

he nodded once, satisfied.

"…then coffee."

"and breakfast."

for just a little while longer, neither of you moved. the rain continued to patter softly against the windows, and wrapped up in blankets and each other, the rest of the world could wait.

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— tim drake

— dick grayson

— jason todd

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He shuffles, attempting to roll over but stops halfway. 

His bed feels a little crowded. Why is that? 

It also feels a little warmer than usual, the heat wrapping around him in a cozy cocoon. Dick raises one hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes before turning his head slightly. 

Your messy bedhead greets him. 

Dick blinks before rubbing his eyes again. He must still be asleep – because there’s no way you’d be right next to him, your legs wrapped in his Ralph Lauren PJ’s and tangled with his under the sheets wearing a large shirt stolen from your father. 

Except — you’re actually here. 

And he’s in your bed. 

Dick freezes. 

His heart beats comically loud in his ears. If you can’t feel it, Dick is certain that you could hear it. Your nose twitches as you shift on your side, face buried in the pillow and arm slung around his waist, fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt like you reached for him sometime throughout the night and never let go. 

Dick breathes in slowly.

You smell of vanilla and spun sugar, like a dream he never wanted to wake up from, familiar in a way that makes his chest ache. The platinum bell on your bracelet sits on his chest, a soft and comforting weight resting across his ribs. 

Last night comes in fragments – too much take out, reruns of old Audrey Hepburn movies playing on the TV, a really heated make out session that makes Dick half-blush, half-smirk at the memory, and–

Want to stay the night? 

The words echo louder in his head than his own heartbeat. You had said it so nonchalantly, like the sentence didn’t make Dick’s head whip around so fast, his neck cracked. 

My bed is big enough for the both of us. You’d paused before closing your eyes in embarrassment. I’m not inviting you for sex – just saying that you can sleep comfortably. 

He remembers thinking he should go home. He remembers thinking that he should say no and just give you a kiss goodnight and then leave– 

But then you looked at him, eyes warm and patient, and every resolve he ever had crumbled instantly. 

You shift closer to him, slotting the crown of your head underneath his chin, your chest pressed up against his until your breathing matches. 

Dick swallows, turning his head to the other side in an attempt to calm down. His cheek brushes against something soft and fuzzy, plush against his skin. 

Your pink bunny smiles down at him, the plushie settled just above his head, tucked between the corner of the bed and the wall. 

Ah. 

A hand slips free from where it’s resting against your waist, reaching out to brush along the rabbit’s fur. 

His throat bobs as he swallows. He doesn’t let his hand move away – not just yet. Instead, he lets it rest against the bunny’s droopy ear, grounding himself in the texture of it.

Soft. Real. This was real. 

The stuffed chainsaw dog – Pochita, he vaguely remembers you calling it that – he won for you at the arcade sits next to the pink rabbit, smiling goofily into the air. 

He was right, they did look good with each other. 

Dick exhales slowly, letting his eyes float back to the ceiling, waiting for the sudden surge of panic that was sure to hit, the panic he always experienced when things were going too well, the panic of wanting something so much and finally having it –

But nothing happens. 

Instead, you mumble something incomprehensible, pushing yourself further into the folds of Dick’s body like you could burrow yourself into his chest if you tried. He smiles, the hand he was using to pet the bunny plushie reaching down to wrap you closer towards him.

Your eyes flutter open before they close again, the effort exhausting in your sleepy haze. 

“What time is it?” You mumble, words muffled by his shirt.

Dick glances at the bedside clock. “Almost eight.”

“What day is it?” 

“You forgot what day it was?” He laughs, his chest vibrating with the sound. 

You whine softly, hiding your face in his shirt. “Please just answer the question.” 

“It’s a Friday.”

You yawn. “Okay. No lecture until 11. Wake me up in an hour.” 

Instantly, your breathing evens out again, the fingers clutching his shirt relaxing once more. 

Dick stares up at the ceiling, listening as his heartbeat syncs with yours, committing the outline of your body pressed against his to his memory and thinks to himself that he could live out the rest of his life like this. 

x.

Kori Anders was best known for two things – being able to make the best pancakes and never being able to hide her feelings. 

But then again, it didn’t quite seem like she was trying to hide it all that well. 

Donna flips another page of her textbook, eyebrows knit together in concentration before she looks up towards Kori, who was staring into space. 

Donna follows her gaze, her lips pursing. 

Kori’s eyes were set blankly on you, your head bobbing up and down slightly as music blared from your headphones, fingers clicking away on your keyboard. Dick sat next to you quietly, tapping his stylus against his head as he studied the MATLAB on his IPad screen. 

Neither of you looked up, too engrossed in your work. Your water bottles sat between the two electronic devices, blue and pink like cotton candy. 

You reach for your bottle, finally looking up when you notice how light it is, eyebrows furrowed. Dick glances at you, sliding his closer to your hand before plucking yours from your fingertips and standing up, making his way to the water fountain. 

Kori stares as he fades into the hallway, eyes soft. 

Donna clears her throat lightly, reaching over to slide Kori’s textbook closer to her. “Are you on the next chapter already?”

Kori jumps, hurriedly looking back at the textbook. “What? Um, yes— I mean no— Sorry, I mean—“ She exhales slowly, her hands curling into fists on her lap before relaxing. “No, I’m not. I got distracted.”

Donna hums, nodding her head. “You should focus more on the textbook.” She looks at Kori pointedly. “You never know who’s paying attention.” 

Kori looks around the table nervously, her pulse thrumming wildly. Her green eyes find your figure immediately, but you’re none the wiser—still typing away on your keyboard, still too immersed in your music to notice what’s happening. 

Her shoulders loosen. 

She looks away quickly, the relief in her veins so strong, it makes her sick.

Kori casts another glance around the table, only stopping when she meets Roy’s steady gaze, his eyes sharp. 

Their gazes lock. Kori freezes, her hands clammy. 

Roy stares at her, flat and unimpressed. The muscle in his jaw jumps once before he looks away, a quick glance over towards you before retreating back to the anatomical diagram in front of him. 

Kori opens her mouth quickly. 

It’s not like that, she wants to say. I was just looking. 

She stops short, tearing her gaze away to your french-tipped manicured nail tapping softly to the beat of a song no one but you could hear on the table. 

Wasn’t… like what?

Kori bites her lip softly, feeling the blunt edges of her teeth digging into her skin. She didn’t want to think about it anymore. 

Dick returns, the smell of his lavender and bergamot cologne drifting in the air. Kori can’t help but sniff the air softly, something warm in her ribs blooming and her lips threatening to twitch upwards, before she hurriedly covers her mouth with her sweater-covered hands. 

She watches as he sets your pink water bottle down, bending over to press a chaste kiss on your temple before he takes his seat again. You look up at his touch, a smile on your face before pointing at your mouth, lips puckered exaggeratedly. 

She should look away. She needed to look away – but she couldn't. 

And so, Kori watches as Dick smiles fondly, a little quirk of his lips on one side pulling higher than the other, his hand gently cupping your face as he closes the distance, his thumb caressing the curve of your cheek.

She feels sick.

It’s a small kiss, a short one that barely even counts but it makes Kori’s stomach churn all the same – even more so when she catches the sparkle in your eye and the soft smile gracing your lips when the two of you pull apart. 

She forces herself to look away, swallowing the dryness in her throat. 

Bad, bad, bad Kori.

a/n: hi hi loves <33 just wanted to give you guys a quickie quick update - i'll be taking a short break due to some personal obligations + a bit of writers block from where im currently at while writing the next few chapters <//3 in any case, please wish me all the luck & maybe hehe run my imaginatino a little bit on where you guys think this is going !!