He slings back onto the helipad, stomps down the roof access stairs, swings open the door to their warm apartment, and pulls off his leather cowl. Standing next to the kitchen island is Jason, slack jawed with wide eyes darting between Dick and the TV playing the breaking news report on the Joker’s assassination. “I’ll call you back, B.” Jason says into the phone pressed against his ear before he lets the device slip out of his hands and clatter to the floor next to a familiar pair of combat boots. With a familiar pair of dark grey cargo pants tucked into them, a familiar red bat emblazoned shirt on top, a familiar brown leather jacket over it, and a very familiar red helmet tucked beneath Jason’s arm. Wait. What the fuck? - @hleamii - Take me out - Chapter 7
Fanart from the fanfiction mentioned above. Dick Talon and Jason Red hood. I also made a color version that wasn't very pretty.
