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Title: KleenexRating: TPairing: JayDick ______________________

The nightmares don't fade. Dick knows that because he still hears the snapping of the ropes like a crack of a whip, still sees his parents smack the sand like shattering glass. He knows Jason can still feel his bone breaks beneath the crowbar. He knows Jason still bleeds inside because he had bled and his blood stained the floor like his parents stained the sand.

The nightmares are a reoccurring thing nowadays—ever since he admitted to himself he was wholly and hopelessly in love. Therefore, he shouldn't be surprised when he dreams of his parents falling, Jason right after them. He always tries to leap after the younger. He can hardly live in a world without his parents, but he won't live in one without Jason—not again. So, when something is keeping him from jumping after the younger man, he's quite upset.

“Fuck!" Jason's shout wakes him up.

"Jay?" He is startled awake, bewildered until he sees his lover sitting up, pinching his nose as a stream of crimson flows down his forearm. "Are you okay?!"

"You fuckin' socked me in the nose! I was just trying to wake you up—ow." Jason pulled his hand away, hissing, to inspect the blood on his fingers.

"I'll get you some tissues, hold on." He gets up, aware of the warm wetness on his cheeks. His wobbly legs carry him to the adjacent bathroom where he grabs and returns with the tissue box.

He quickly wipes his face dry on his forearm, though there is no doubt Jason has already seen his tears. The aforementioned man is tilting his head back, the pad of his thumb covering a nostril, but his face is already smeared with blood. 

"Here, let me." He sits down beside the younger, and dabs a ball of several tissues around Jason's nose and chin, wiping the crimson blood away until he notices the antihero’s stare. "What?"

"On a scale of ‘faked it’ to ‘got fucked your brains out’, how wicked was that sex dream?" Jason grins like the devil and all Dick can do it shake his head. He knows the antihero only wishes to ease his tension. "Honestly, you can tell me how much of an amazing sex god I am."

"You're an ass. And honestly, how do you know it was with you?" Dick puts on a smile to match Jason’s as the younger fakes a gasp, discarding the red soaked tissues on the bed.

"You were moaning my name. So, you were either dreaming about the sex we just had, or…" Jason drifts off, leaving space for Dick to fill in.

He slaps Jason's chest with the back of his hand before taking another Kleenex to roll up, and perhaps to distract himself with. "No, I wasn't having a wicked awesome sex dream." Swallowing the hard lump in his throat, he rolls the tip of the Kleenex with nimble fingers and turns to Jason, slowly plugging his bloody nose.

The larger man gently prods his nose with a thoughtful frown. "So…"

"Yeah," he sighs. Jason knows what he means."It's fine. I just… You…and my parents and…"

"Oh… Hey, I'll go make—"

"Don't leave." Releasing a breath, Dick grasps Jason's elbow the moment the younger begins to stand. "I… Sorry."

"Shh…" The antihero lifts his arm out of Dick's hold, rather settling it around his waist and tugging the elder close. "C'mere."