r e d h o o d.
Jason dipped his chin and glanced unabashedly at the mighty Nightwing’s crotch, lips curling into a smirk as he trailed he gaze back to Dick’s face. He didn’t even mind Wonder Boy wasting a perfectly good cigarette when he had the change to make him squirm. ❝ So, how do you avoid panty lines, Goldie? ❞ A lazy grin slipped onto Jason’s lips as he placed his hands behind his head, ❝ G-string? Or commando? ❞ He paused and stiffened, clenching his jaw for a moment. There was nothing like Timothy Drake to sour his mood. Well, perhaps there were two people that were slightly higher on his souring list. ❝ It would actually. It would actually physically pain me to give Robin a chance. In fact, I might kill over – again. ❞
getting blatantly checked out in the middle of the street like a piece of meat ? not something dick was unaccustomed to, and as much as he didn’t care for it, it was a lot easier not to react when he knew jason was doing it only for a reaction. “ now, now, little wing, ” he tsked, “ who would i be if i gave away all the tools of the trade so easily ? ” the cigarette butt fell from his fingers, and dick crushed it underfoot before patting jason’s cheek with a gloved hand. “ you know when i say ‘ take it easy, ’ all i really mean is don’t shoot at him. he’s just a kid. ” jason, dick knew, had been just a kid, too, and he expected that response — was prepared for it, even. but even he wasn’t blind to the hypocrisy of it all, though he hoped even jason could see the difference between neglect and attempted murder.




















