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“Let’s run away together.”

Jason goggles at Dick. It’s the kind of thing he would say, just to fuck with Dick, but when he looks at Dick, Dick is serious. He laughs anyway, hollow and uncertain. “Yeah,” he says cautiously. “Right.”

Dick shakes his head. “Really.” He gestures out, like that will encompass the whole of Gotham. “We could go anywhere.”

“Anywhere but here,” Jason starts, “in Gotham,” and he raises an eyebrow, “where all the crime is?”

“There’s crime in Metropolis,” Dick says, because of course he does. Jason’s brow climbs higher into his hairline and he continues, “And other places. You could come with me to Bludhaven.”

“What’s really going on?”

Dick’s gaze won’t meet his.

“Hey.”

Dick’s whole body seems to deflate. “You ever realize there’s no future here? It’s all obligation. It’s all...death.”

“Since when has death stopped us?” Jason asks, and he’s smiling now.

“It will,” Dick says, and Jason’s face falls.

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They’ve been screaming at each other back and forth for solong, Dick can’t remember what had even sparked their argument to begin with. Neitherof them are willing to back down either.

Things are pretty ugly, but no one has thrown a fist…yet.

Dick thinks he might be the one to do it, if Jason doesn’tget the hell away from him immediately.

“That’s it!” Dick shouts finally, cutting off whateverscathing remark Jason has coming for him.  “I can’t take this anymore. Get the hell out!”

Jason stares at him as the words slowly begin to register inhis mind. If Dick weren’t so angry, he would notice the way that Jason’s own angerdissipates out of him as realization of what Dick said, hits.

“Dick,” Jason says slowly.

“No just…go. Take what’s yours and leave. Now,” Dick snaps.His hands are shaking.

“Fine,” Jason says calmly, before walking forwards.

Dick expects him to brush harshly past, and is completelybewildered when Jason reaches for him instead.

Dick’s reaction is too slow, and he mentally curses himselfout as Jason… throws him over his shoulder?

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Dick is trying to leave. He’s trying to be responsible, but when he slides himself out of bed, he’s met with a wolf whistle.

He breathes in deeply, amused despite himself. He can’t help turning back to find Jason, sprawled shamelessly.

“Still the best ass in Gotham. The fact that people don’t know you’re Nightwing is just willful ignorance.”

“No,” Dick starts slowly. “Maybe I’m just really good,” he says, and he smiles in the way that would shine if they were in some ridiculous cartoon or something.

Jason folds an arm under his head, props himself up to raise an eyebrow lasciviously. “Someone thinks highly of himself.”

It’s enough to have Dick stepping back. “Oh, yeah? I think I remember someone saying just how good I was oh, about,” and he checks the time, “fifteen minutes ago.”

Jason shrugs. “Fifteen minutes is a long time. Things change.”

Dick is falling for it. He knows he’s falling for it, but his pride is already telling him to prove Jason wrong and he’s so close to just--

“I could call someone,” Jason suggests. “Try it out. Compare notes.”

And somehow Dick is back in bed, is kissing Jason to shut him up and to prove his point and because he really wants to even though he was trying to go.

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After an especially grueling night of vigilante business, the only two things on Dick’s mind were a shower, and Jason. Even better, was the prospect of having both of those things… simultaneously. Which is why, despite his exhaustion, Dick felt a sudden thrill rush down his spine when he heard the shower running in the bathroom, upon entering the apartment.

He shut and locked the window, then immediately started stripping from his suit, tossing pieces aside as he made his way to the bathroom. Jason would be pissed about the haphazardly discarded clothing strewn about the room, but Dick was too focused on his mission to care about the repercussions of making a mess.

By the time he made it to the door, Dick was clad only in his boxers, and his mask. He paused in front of the door, and carefully removed the mask, before flinging it away as well. As he did so, he picked up on a… sound… coming from the bathroom.

Curiously, he pressed his ear against the door, listening carefully.

“-Bite that tattoo on your shoulder, pull the sheets right off the corner of that mattress that you stole, from your roommate back in Boulder, we ain't ever getting older…”

With a grin, Dick opened the door as quietly as he could, hoping Jason was too wrapped up in his little performance to notice anyone entering.

As Jason continued to sing, Dick slid his boxers down his legs before kicking them off. He yanked the shower curtain open, startling Jason as he stepped over and into the tub, all the while joining in the duet.

“You… look as good as the day I met you, I forget just why I left you, I was insane. Stay and play that Blink-182 song, that we beat to death in Tucson, OK!” Dick sang enthusiastically, pushing Jason to the side as he stepped into the spray of water.

Jason laughed, and instantly pulled Dick into his arms, encircling the older man’s waist.

“I know it breaks your heart, moved to the city in a broke-down car, and four years, no call, now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar. And I, I, I, I, I can't stop! No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop!” Dick continued on, throwing his arms around Jason’s neck. He threw his head back and belted out the lyrics.

Jason pressed a kiss to Dick’s forehead before joining him in the next verse.

“So, baby, pull me closer in the back seat of your Rover, that I know you can't afford! Bite that tattoo on your shoulder! Pull the sheets right off the corner, of that mattress that you stole from your roommate back in Boulder. We ain't ever getting older!”

At some point, Dick had picked up the bottles of shampoo and conditioner on the shelf, and handed one to Jason. They used them as microphones as they belted out the rest of the lyrics together, bodies remaining entwined.

They finished the song, their breathing ragged, and foreheads pressed together.

Dick pulled away first, with the brightest of smiles shining on his handsome face. “I came to join you with completely different intentions, but I gotta say, I think this option is way more fun.”

“Yeah?” Jason asked, before he reached out and brushed away the wet strands of hair from Dick’s face.