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ThePlaceWhereRobinDied has been writing for 15 years and I've known for over a decade that I'm aro/ace. I write JayDick* and I love to put little pieces of myself in them. It feels so freeing to implement that in my writing and creating soft moments. ❤️💙

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"Alright, truck's all parked up," Dick says, flashing a grin as he climbs onto the mattress in the truck bed. It jostles Jason where he's leaned up against the cab window, but Dick settles next to him with a laborious sigh. "It's just us and the stars now." From up here on the ridge, Gotham twinkles like its own night sky. A blanket of ichor and gold blinking through the fog. Jason grips his beer tighter and takes another swig in the hopes of some liquid courage.

Last Song: Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down 🙈

Last Book: probably a Captain America Comic Book ❤️💙

Last Movie: The Holiday 🎄

Last TV Show: ER 🩺

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: I love a good balance of all three 😌

Last Thing I Googled: the definition of a word for my secret Santa fic 😂

Current Obsession: funky animated shows with good music 💕

Looking Forward to: refilling my bank acct so I can help cover more bills and get my lovely friends the birthday gifts they deserve next year 🥺

(Have some classic JayDick!)

Jason doesn’t turn around when he hears footsteps on the rooftop behind him. An enemy capable of getting this close wouldn’t make a noise, and with the way their family’s been trained, making noise when they move is basically their version of a polite knock.

“What brings you out this way?” he says instead, not taking his eyes off the scanner he’s fiddling with.

“Can’t a guy just want to meet up with his extremely hot boyfriend in the middle of a very quiet patrol?”

Jason quirks an eyebrow at the scanner, knows that Dick will either sense his expression or will have moved to an angle where he can see Jason’s face, and shoves down the thrill of delight that always zings through him whenever Dick refers to their relationship as romantic out loud. “Wanted to get away from the kids, did you?”

“You know that you’re not much older than Red Robin, right? And Black Bat-”

“I don’t care what she says, she’s not older than me,” Jason interrupts. One has to be firm with Cass, give her an inch and she’ll take a mile. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t think she’s within listening distance - she might not be, and the last thing he needs is her bringing up the time when he was on a rooftop and didn’t deny it the next time he tries to protest her claims of older sister-hood.

Dick snorts. “Well then, she can’t be that much younger than you.”

Jason snorts.

Dick settles against Jason’s side, a long line of heat even though Jason’s armour. “What’cha doin’?”

“Nothing productive.” Jason sighs and tucks the scanner back into a pocket in his jacket. With any luck, Dick’s right and it’s just unusually quiet tonight, so it’s not that the scanner’s broken, it’s that there’s nothing for it to pick up.

Dick presses his face into Jason’s neck, into the short strip underneath his hood, where his armour has to be thin to allow for proper movement. “What’cha doin’ next?” he asks.

Jason represses a shudder. It would be entirely psychosomatic since there’s no possible way for him to feel Dick’s breath on his skin. He’s too well armoured for that, the thickness of the armour aside. “I was planning on making another run through my territory and then turning in for the night.”

“I see this,” Dick says, mock-thoughtfully, “and I raise you, we run through your territory together, and then we play some rooftop tag. Winner gets,” he lowers his voice, “whatever they want.”

Jason’s blood runs hot.

Thank you bby! ♥

I have some ideas;] 

Generally, Dick took over the research of the octomer - he practically bullied his way into heading the project even tho Bruce was all “You are too invested, Dick,”:[ and he was “This is the first octomer even caught who can I be not invested?!”:O 

Jay wasn’t eager to help them with the research, not at all - even though they could communicate using the sign language, the octo was unwilling to reveal any information. Getting his name took a healthy while. 

Did they live in packs? Could they survive on land? Were they strictly carnivorous? (that one got an answer since the researchers needed to know what to feed their octo and Jay wasn’t about to let himself starve) Were they life-bearers? Did they lay eggs? 

That question got Dick  very defensive reaction - why did you need to know?! -and Jay curled up on the bottom of the tank pretending to be a rock. 

God, he was amazing at pretending to be a rock :O Dick was amazed by the way his skin changed colour and texture - even the human part did it, something unusual amongst the mer. Was he in the wild, Jay would be pretty much invisible. No wonder he chose the reef to hide in - the place was riddled with rock formations and cracks and all kinds of hidey-holes. 

With every day Dick was more and more fascinated with the creature and Jay’s obstinacy became endearing to him rather than annoying. They argued - and Jay, curiously, never missed a chance to argue back, even if he stormed away in a huff, he usually returned pretty quick to argue some more. It was one of the ways to keep him engaged. 

Another, Dick discovered after a while, was to get the octo interested in humans - an exchange of data, so to speak. He managed to get a bit of an interest with his legs -as usual, the mer did seem to share the fascination with human mode of locomotion;] He started to bring Jay things for a little show and tell every day -hair brush, a flashlight, an apple, a spoon and a cup of noodles,  a ballpoint pen...whatever he could find that could be used as a human artefact and easily explained in a short session. In exchange Jay answered some of his questions, but totally ignored the other ones. 

Reproduction was a hot no-no topic and Dick steered clear of it for a while. So was the social structure - octomer apparently lived solitary lives (just like their non-humanoid counterparts) and were downright aggressive towards their own species - even mentioning them brought on a dangerous change in Jay’s colouration.

Dick also took to bringing enrichment tools to the tank - it was empty and boring for both Jay and Robin, and Dick didn’t want them to start looking for fun outside. The rubic’s cube was so far the hit with the mer and the octopus was having great fun with a series of pvc pipes of different sizes it could squeeze through repeatedly:)

The wound on the octomer was also healing and it was Tim’s job to check on it - the stitches were self-dissolving, so there won’t be a need for removal, but a thorough check every other day was a necessity to keep the mer healthy. 

Jay didn’t understand it - he was not bleeding and he was healing, why would they doubt his survival? Tim had to explain the idea of infection. Jay never had one. 

Fascinating, could they get a blood sample?