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Dick and Jason developing a working relationship and mending the mass of grief and hurt between them, spending time together just the two of them. Dick's heart swelling, ease and openness returning to him with every moment of Jason's dimpled smile and melodious laugh. He's soaking up Jason's physical and emotional affection as much as Jason is practically kitten-faced and puppy-like for his.
Then, Jason finds out, perhaps through Tim about how it was Dick, not Tim that allowed the Titans to badmouth Jason in the first place. That let hatred for Jason brew. Jason tries to brush it off and move past it, Dick has already apologized for those things! Sure, Jason isn't exactly invited when Dick goes out with his friends and Dick doesn't really talk about how they speak about Jason, but healing takes time and Jason's more than happy to spend more time with just Dick.
Then Jason finds out that Dick wished he had died. What went down in New York was a mess, Jason capitalizing on Dick's already smeared reputation. But dead? Jason doesn't really believe it almost. Dick was furious and perhaps violently apathetic to Jason but dead? No, Dick would never want Jason dead.
But Jason sits with the thought. Even now, Dick has never said he's happy Jason is alive. Never said he's happy Jason's back at all. He never wants to talk about or do any of the interests Jason had as a child, and he says its in the name of "getting to know who you are now" but whats wrong with Jason still loving the same things and trying to find them again? Dick's never said he loves Jason, and maybe it hurts but hey, how often does he tell Tim or Cass or Damian he loves them? Jason is never invited when the four of them get together but he gets it. He does. He hardly knows Tim, Cass doesn't want to know him and Damian is a pensive, touchy case. They'd tolerate Jason if Dick would say something or ask it of them but he doesn't and its fine. It's fine.
The next time they are hanging out, in Dick's NYC apartment, getting ready to watch a movie Jason missed out on, Dick offhandedly mentions having already watched it with "his other siblings".
Dick's chest jolts, knowing he's made a mistake but also hoping Jason will just ignore or accept it.
Jason does ignore it. He asks Dick about the more important thing instead.
"Did you really wish I had died that day?"
Dick's heart drops into his stomach. No. How could he know that? He was never supposed to know that.
Dick's at a loss for an answer, because he never thought he'd need one.
"Where did you hear that?" Damn it. He should have worded that differently. Where did you get a crazy idea like that?
"So its true."
Dick's skin is starting to break into cold sweat. He hates that Jason doesn't sound angry. He opens his mouth. He doesn't know what to say.
Jason's eyes are wet but he looks ready to be resigned. "Do you still wish I was dead?"
From there, its a blame game. Dick doesn't want to feel shame over Jason, he can stomach guilt if he's in control of it but shame like this has no control mechanism. He can't win this type of shame, so he has to blame Jason instead.
He brings up Jason's actions in NYC, in Star, during UtRH. No one has any reason to trust Jason, how can he hold something like this against Dick when Dick is the only one willing to give someone as difficult as Jason a chance?
He expects Jason to lash out. An angry Jason may be hard to control, but he can win a fight against an emotional Jason, can manipulate Jason enough to get blows in. He just wants Jason to understand. Dick wants to force him down, hold him and do every possible action he can to prove that he's the big brother, the older one, the wiser one, the one who knows best.
Jason doesn't lash out. He doesn't say anything during Dick's deflection, stays quiet once Dick is done. He stares up at Dick from his place on the sofa, hunched in on himself. His sweet dimpled smile that filled Dick's entire body with adoration is gone. His sweet laughter that chimes through Dick's house is gone. His big, pretty eyes are wet and shiny like translucent glass marbles.
Dick can hardly hear his own breathing through the blood rushing through his ears, making his brain beat against his skull. Every breath is glass marble shards spiraling in his lungs.
Jason stands up from the sofa, stands before Dick. Dick braces his core, fingers twitching for the fight to come. Jason leans in, tilts his face and kisses Dick on the cheek. Gentle, chaste. It hardly lasts two seconds, more like a soft tickle of skin on skin than a kiss.
He pulls away. When his eyes meet Dick's, gone are those pretty shiny marbles reflecting the light. Those eyes are cold, hard slabs of sleek glass and they have none of the adoration Dick had let himself get used to again.
"Goodbye, big brother."
Jason leaves. Dick's chest is both hollow and heavy. He doesn't think this avoidant, cold behavior of Jasons will last. If Jason showed anyone in their family affection it was Dick. This was just a bad phase and it would pass and they could continue to mend. Dick's happiness would return.
Jason doesn't speak to him. Doesn't speak to anyone. He isn't outwardly rude, doesn't antagonize anyone if they happen to see him. If anything, he is polite in the way the exchange between business partners would be. He answers questions, he avoids confrontation, he complies with cursory inquiries. He has no hatred in his voice, in his actions.
Eventually, Nightwing gets a hold of him. He approaches Red Hood with the offer of working together on a case. Hood asks if he is in need of information. Nightwing says no, but that working together on it would make it go more efficiently, faster. Red Hood declines politely, like refuting a transaction or sending a contract back to be refined.
Nightwing keeps trying. He runs into Jason while in civvies at the grocery store, proposes making dinner together. Jason declines. No excuses, just kindly refuses.
And it keeps happening. Jason doesn't lash out, not as Jason or Red Hood. He doesn't even do anything that would cause the Bats or other hero groups to have plausible reasons to antagonize him. He's friendly like a distant neighbor, works well with others for a job to be done but never goes past the level of likability one would expect of a coworker.
It makes others realize that Jason's "likeable". Suddenly, more people want to work with him and get to know him.
Dick wishes he could be happy. Its what he wanted, maybe. For Jason to reintegrate into the community, to get closer to their family, get closest to Dick. But Jason doesn't want to be friends with anyone anymore it seems. Dick knows he was lonely, he must be still lonely. So why? Is he so petty as to hold this terrible mistake—this mistake that Dick himself is so hurt by—over his head forever?
He confronts Jason eventually. Enough is enough. They need to work this out if Jason is ever gonna come home, so that they can be a family and spend time alone together again.
Jason listens to him entirely, just like their last big conversation together.
In the end, Jason just awkwardly grins at him, tucks his chin in a boyish and bashful way and says "I don't want to offend you or anything, but it's a little weird to want to get close to someone you wish was dead. Sorry, Mr. Grayson, but I don't want a family that doesn't love me and I don't want to be in yours."
Its the last fucking nerve Dick had in him and its burst open. Its him lashing out now, accusing Jason of all sorts of things, of hiding secrets, of spending time with other heroes (he hasn't other than workplace type of hanging out), of pushing Dick away for "one bad mistake compared to your dozens".
Jason just shrugs. "I'm truly sorry for what I've done. I don't expect your forgiveness, Mr. Grayson—"
"Stop fucking calling me that Jason. I'm your older brother, have some fucking respect."
"I don't have an older brother." Dick pauses. That tremble in Jason's voice is the most emotion he's heard from him in months.
Dick takes a shuddering breath. "People make mistakes sometimes, Jason. Please, let's just put this behind us. Your my—"
"I am nothing to you. Give it enough time, and you'll feel nothing but apathy and disgust for me again. I am nothing to you and I cannot wait for the day you are nothing to me too."
Dick's whole chest pangs, stuttering and dropping. So that's what this is, then. Jason hasn't been punishing him. He's trying to cut Dick off completely.
It destroys something in Dick. How dare Jason think they can just let each other go like this? After all the pain they've put each other through? All the pain and misery Jason has put their family through? He's proven he can be better and now that he is, he dares to try and cut them all off?
"You don't mean that, Jay."
"I mean every word. One day we'll walk past each other, and you'll be nothing but a stranger."
"You look just like me. We'll never be strangers. Look, you may hate me—"
"Hate you?" Jason turns away from him. "If only I could hate you as much as you have hated me. I don't hate you, I just don't want to love you anymore."
Dick's thickly calloused knuckles scraped and split after a long night of brutalizing people, his face splattered in blood, his extremely rough hands after over two decades of intense training and combat gripping Jason's baby smooth skin with much fewer scar marks. Jason's own hands may be calloused now but they are much thinner and newer than Dicks. Jason's body was renewed, Dick's is as is. Pressing his rough scratchy palm against Jason's soft, peach fuzz cheek, still with the slim fat-pads of youth despite Jason's properly developed and exceptional bone structure. Small fat pads under Jason's eyes that make him seem innocent and romantic where Dick's have dark, reddened bags that make him look charismatic and brooding. Jason's dimples are accompanied by his youthful cheek flesh while Dick's stands out against skin taut with maturity.
They look alike to any outsider. They look like siblings, whose parents had them far apart. To people who've known them for too long they let their personal perceptions of both cloud the fact that they just look alike. Put a picture of 17-19 year old Dick next to Jason and it looks like 19 year old Jason's fraternal twin. But they aren't twins. Dick's older, he's the big brother and he looks it not just in the face but in the body too. His shoulders are filled out with the maturity of his age, Jason's are still growing out of his teenage frame. His body packs on fat and muscle in shapes and bulk in ways characteristic to a man in his late 20s/early 30s. Anyone looking at Jason will see he's a beautiful young thing and that his fit, curvy body is a smooth, tempting canvas. Dick can't let someone else have the chance of marking that canvas, putting it through its adult ceremony (;]). Sex may be something teenagers have and Jason may be experienced in other ways but he has never experienced the sex of someone much older than you, who knows you and who has all the knowledge and tools to bend your will and whims for his own purposes. He can condition Jason's body to accept and crave Dick's own. How to stretch around his cock, how to get wet from Dick caressing his smooth face, his plush lips, kissing Jason's tender neck and eyelids. It's not wrong for Dick to take the reins! He's just teaching Jason how good sex is with someone who knows what he's doing and has the experience to make Jason feel pleasure in ways he never thought possible. It's just a big brother taking care of his sweet, still young baby brother.
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Dick's schizoeffective-leaning, manipulative ass needs to be taking advantage of Jason's isolation, loneliness and vulnerability more. Where's his haughty, self-righteous, violently (whether through manipulation or physically) *ahem* assertion that he and he alone has most rights over Jason, even over Bruce, for their similarities in personality and especially in looks and because, some part of Dick viscously lauds over Bruce really having chosen Jason for his similarities to Dick.
Bruce chose Jason because of his perceived proximity to Dick over things Jason simply cannot control (his inherent personality traits, his intelligence and adaptability before being taken in, his discipline, his looks). How can Dick not feel some type of conceited over it? How can he not hold that over Jason's head, obsess over it, insist upon Jason being his? You were supposed to be me and so you are mine.
The horrible, infuriating teeter of hating Jason's guts—both for something he had no control over (Bruce's action of taking Jason in) and for Jason's actions and reactions as Red Hood (and yes, Jason becoming Red Hood is in part also a reaction not just a series of actions) and having an absolutely consuming, numbing, single-minded love for Jason. The shame of knowing even now, people around you use you as the standard Jason will never measure up to while you yourself don't measure up to it but the ugly righteousness and visceral anger you feel that anyone dares compare Jason to you at all. The stain on your legacy. The only one who could have held that mantle in those years. The family's failure. Your father's failure. Your failure. Deadbeat big brother. Scornful baby brother. Angry sons.
Dick thinks day in and out he doesn't deserve Jason. He doesn't deserve to have to hold Jason's worst actions as his own shame and guilt. Doesn't deserve the weight of Jason's violence. Doesn't deserve the stain on his legacy. But he knows, in the end, that blaming Jason is the only way he can live with himself without sinking unto the floor and accepting the cold hard truth. He has to blame Jason, otherwise he'll never forgive himself and he'll hate their father forever.
He has to hate Jason; this terrible imposter who wears his face, bore his name, desecrated all he has given his entire life too.
But God, why must he still have so much innocence in his eyes? Why do they shine wet when Dick raises his voice, why do they look so sad and accepting as they turn away from the gaggle of Bats who shun him? Why do those lips still pout in concentration? Why does that voice still thump against Dick's throat and ears and chest? Why does his heart beat twice as fast behind Dick's ribs? Why is his laugh echoing in Dick's empty living room? Why are his gasps and moans eliciting pleasure in Dick's loins when there is no one else in that lonesome bedroom? Dick could have anyone, why does it have to be Jason?
Every breath Jason takes is a stain on Dick's legacy and Dick will swallow each breath like its the very air that keeps his own lungs alive.
And for my next grand thought; pre52 Dick should have gone through a psychological breakdown realizing he is attracted to Jason and
- thinks its just sexual at first and is ashamed of himself for it
- realizes he really likes when strangers (and people who actually know them) point out how Jason "looks just like you!"
- thinks his sexual fantasies is the result of some freudian shit and tries to get ahold of it
- angry with himself that he realizes he actually likes things about Jason
- does a haphazard, slightly demented, insulting and condescending confession to Jason fully expecting Jason to at least be open to his feelings if not accept them and being blindsided with shame, anger and unexpectedly shattering heartbreak when Jason flat out rejects him, citing Dick's major distrust, slander of Jason and inability to protect Jason's reputation as Robin [Jason didn't even hold it against Dick at first but he's being getting burned and is simply not falling for whatever "game" Dick is playing]
- okay queue psychological breakdown where he gets quickly more and more obsessed with Jason developing a complex where he's furious that Jason thinks he can "reject what is my right" [to Jason via Robin mantle, being the second born and looking so much like Dick] and starts believing that anyone Jason interacts with in a remotely positive light is competition.
Dick is still Dick though and what is he if not an altruistic, sanctimonious, manipulative mastermind of good intentions and bad decisions? He refuses to be the one to get burned. Not when its Jason. He just needs to remind Jason who the first born, older brother is and if that involves a little extra manipulation and humiliation on both their parts, then all is fair in love and war.
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Alpha Dick's restless. Has been restless for some days now, since meeting Batman's new rogue. Lithe, quick, flexible, equally charming and infuriating. Red Hood fights like a Robin. Jason still fights like a Robin, whatever that means. Robin is Dick's, always been, his mother's loving nickname for him turned into a mantle, something hopeful; a new life, a new purpose, a choice.
Robin is his.
Jason wasn't like Tim or Damian, he took after Dick, no other parameter to use at the time. He was taught to be like Dick, fight like him, stand like him. The few exchanged blows between them showed him that clearly. Death could add new layers, but it couldn't erase the old ones.
He still smells like brewed black coffee with a hint of autumn rain. No smoke underneath, no metallic tang, no supernatural tint. Just fresh and warm, alive.
Dick doesn't reach out to Bruce, not ready to sink into the man’s swollen raw and pulsing hot lair of guilt, pain and self-destructive coping mechanisms.
No, he chooses to ruminate on the limited past memories of the boy, on the hallucinations of his voice during dark moments of his life, on the short fight with the eighteen year old ghost of the past coming back to haunt the most haunted man on Earth. Jason grew up from that short shrimp into a dark and dangerous siren.
He's gorgeous. And Dick growls at the thought.
Long legs, thick thighs, perky ass, large chest, grabbable waist... Only his face remains a mystery to him. He doesn't dare talk to Bruce in this state, this embarrassing, creepy state of wild desire, not even to ask for any footage of the boy.
His foot taps the floor repetitively where it rests as he's sat on his couch, the only part of his body he allowed movement in the last two and a half hour. He's not thinking clearly, he doesn't trust himself now.
His rut comes steady and unexpected. He felt it building for days, expecting to just be a false alarm, not the first time either, but it's pounding the door of his headquarters now, snarling and howling for control. He and the beast are two sides of the same coin, and he has yet to meet a bigger control freak than him — or the Bat.
His senses sharpen as the minutes go by, a tap somewhere in his apartment leaks loudly like the world's pettiest clock. The need to stretch his neck is insurmountable. He doesn't dare move. Yet, the pit-pat of rats tiny feet walking down the street sewer becomes noticeable to his ears even five stores up, the beast throwing a fit in his mind abruptly quiets down, and Dick knows. He should have known he would lose this battle, the beast is him after all, stronger and sharper, but him.
The scent stands out for his senses like a god's beam, leading his nose and body out of his place and towards the source of it, something otherwise impossible were he not suffering from the world's worst case of hormonal sex-drive yet to be recorded. Dick can't possibly say how, but Gotham is soon under his feet as he jumps and swings over the buildings, mind quiet and focused like that of a wild animal. It's all he is now.
Dick first sees the omega through the large window of a nice apartment. Taking over Wayne's Enterprise's R&D division has visible advantages, though apparently not enough for Jason to live too far from Crime Alley, it seems. Dedicated, smart, cunning. The beast praises and appreciates the prey anyway, the omega oblivious while watering a plant sitting on his kitchen's windowsill.
There's an animal finesse in how Dick leaps in the air, slipping through the suspiciously open living room window, but the remainder of his reason washes away by the scent saturating the place, and his cock aches inside his trousers.
Jason stands by the room's door that leads to the kitchen, as if he expected him, leaning with his shoulder on the doorway, arms casually crossed in front of his chest. Dick's mouth fills with saliva. The omega's eyes were the same teal color, his lips the same tantalizing soft pink, faint freckles still spread across his nose, his cheeks still holding onto the last of baby fat.
"Should I call the cops?" Jason jokes, smooth voice a lullaby to the ears.
"... Only if you want an audience."
Dick doesn't recognize his own voice, he never really spoke more than one or two words during his ruts, spending them either alone or too absorbed by his needs to voice anything out loud. The thing is rough, croaking, low, and Jason's body reacts to it with goosebumps and a compulsory heightening of his lovely scent.
"You shouldn't be here. Lost your way to your den?" The omega asks, and Dick smells the fake composure of his words.
"I'm exactly where I want to be."
This shuts Jason up for long, loud seconds. Teal eyes shifting as it seizes the unbonded alpha in his apartment. Dick recognizes skepticism in Jason's young face, the beast recognizes longing in the omega's scent.
"Are you?" he asks slowly, quiet. Crossed arms no longer a casual posture as much as a shield.
Verbalizing is tiring to the beast; few words, too much weight, too many voiceless meanings.
Stepping closer to the omega, body stretching to its full size, pheromones spreading around the living room, Dick asserts his intention in the most undeniable and primitive way.
Jason tries to steer away, only to be moved by a heavy hand around his elbow, pushing him against the wall, a knee fitting between gorgeous thighs clothed with a small comfortable shorts. Something sweet reaches the beast's nose: interest.
"You'll regret this next morning," Jason warns lowly, no threat in his voice, no defensiveness in his body.
He doesn't twist away when Dick puts a hand below his shirt, caressing his waist. He doesn't push him off when Dick grips his cock over the shorts, rubbing it up and down. Jason moans quietly, back arching slightly so, pushing his cock against the heavy hand. Something damp catches the tip of Dick's fingers, the sweetness in the air taking form in the slicky wetness flowing from between Jason's buttcheeks. He glues his body against him, nose finding the omega's mating gland and breathing it in.
"I'll eat you whole," the beast groans, hand going below the shorts, claws pressing behind shaved balls, earning a soft keening sound from plush, bitten lips.
"I'll let you," Jason whispers back, encouraging the worst in Dick.
Of course he'll let him. Robin was never Batman's. Robin was, is, and always will be Dick's. Tim inserted himself in it for Batman, Damian inherited it as part of Batman. But its true owner only gave it to Jason.
For the request thingy..!!! Omegaverse Dickjay with lactating jay… hes not pregnant or anything, and it drives dick crazy whenever he sees the wet patch… but oh noooo he can’t do anything, he’s a good respectable alpha after all…. Suckling his little brother’s chest on broad daylight doesn’t really scream respectable now, is it…
dick is staring holes into the front of jason's sinfully tight t-shirt. jason's perky nipples, just begging to be teased and sucked, poke through the damp fabric. damp. because jason is lactating, and he can't be fucked to wear pasties like any other omega would. in fact, he probably gets off on the fact that he teases dick, both grayson and otherwise. stupid jason with his stupid hourglass figure and his stupid plush lips and his stupid milky tits.
jason tosses a bag of chips into the cart, snapping dick out of his very intense reverie. he raises an eyebrow dick's way and motions for him to follow.
he wants to throttle every alpha that crosses their path. not that many come close with the amount of territorial pheromones that dick is pumping out (minestayawaymineminemine) but still. he notices each double-take. he knows that the whispers they share amongst themselves are downright lascivious. his jaw aches from how hard he's clenching it.
"you reek," jason states matter-of-factly after bending over to grab a few cans of soup on a lower shelf like he's not a sliver of skin away from sending dick to the hospital. "do omegas usually find this entire possessive alpha shtick attractive?"
"you're my little brother, jase," dick replies through gritted teeth. he can't keep his eyes off jason's chest now that it's in view again. sweat beads at his brow. did those wet patches get larger? if it weren't for the fact that it would shoot his reputation down to the depths of hell, dick would've already torn that goddamn shirt off and gulped that milk down like a parched man. he'd fuck those tits so hard—squeeze 'em and make 'em leak milk with each thrust. he should probably stop thinking about this. wouldn't do him any good to pop a boner right now. "it's my job to protect you."
jason makes a dismissive noise, the sharp edge of irritation tinting his usually sweet omegan scent. "and your idea of protecting me is airing this entire store out because of your scent?" he cocks his hips to the side like a disappointed mother.
and what dick wouldn't give to knock his little brother up. if this is how much jason produces without even being bred, he wonders how much he'd make if dick manages to fuck a baby into him. "it's not my fault that they can't handle it."
"don't you think this shoot is a little too... suggestive?"
"you said the same thing about the latest music video and it's what got you your first entry to the charts, jay."
"well, yeah but i want people to listen to my—"
"and the way to get them to listen to your music is to make them talk about you first! it's how the industry works, c'mon jay, it's fine, i'll be there, with you the entire time, okay?"
Dickjay ageplay/forced regression,, like just, Jason is Dick's baby brother, his little wing, yeah?
Like,, Jason fighting it but not because he doesn't like it, but because he's scared of Dick leaving him if he's too much. So he acts out and is a bad boy from the start to see how Dick will react. But Dick proves at every turn that even when he has to punish Jason for being bad, he still loves his little brother. So eventually Jason calms down and settles in and becomes such a good little boy because it's worth trying to be. He knows he won't be abandoned if he messes up.
And Dick who even when Jason fights, he loves Jason. He thinks this is what's best for Jason, it has to be done because Jason needs it. And he's so happy when Jason finally accepts it because Jason is so sweet and soft, such a precious little baby bird. And because it means Dick is right and this is what Jason needs.
And Jason getting tucked in every night, all nice and padded, Wonder Woman doll under his arm as Dick gives him a bottle and a nice long goodnight kiss before pushing Jason's pacifier into his mouth.
And Jason with those crawl training booties that hurt your feet if you walk, having designated times he has to wear them... Dick giving him little kisses and rewards as he teaches Jason to be littler and littler until Jason is dependent on him... Which is what Dick wanted in the first place, lol. His little brother is too hurt and confused to be trusted on his own, he needs his big brother to take care of him!
I don’t have much to add here because age play is not my thing (and I think you really explained everything so well so what could I add?😭🫶) but I’m sure someone will love it! (There is so much work in that message that it would be cruel of me to not put light to it 😩 thank you so much for submitting that💙)
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hear me out. disinterested boring dickjay babymaking sex.
they're actually trying to conceive so sex is on a schedule and the breeding kink can only be stretched so thin so it gets a little boring after a while. missionary is the safest bet because jason lifts his legs once dick comes and it may be a myth but jason isn't taking any chances. sometimes jason rides dick to keep things varied. he's on reverse cowgirl this time because dick got hard from staring at his ass. his thighs are burning and he's about to ask dick to switch and let him do the work but when he turns his head he finds dick on his phone, scrolling mindlessly and he notices dick's gone a little soft.
jason gets so mad he pulls off, says nothing, puts dick's cock in his mouth and sucks him off until he's hard again, slightly chaffed because jason wasn't careful with the teeth, brings him right to the edge and pulls off again. he climbs back up, sits on dick's cock, makes him cum and goes to sleep.
dick's left panting and dizzy. he's pretty sure that's the one giving them two lines on a plastic stick.
Dick's truly spoiled I know his hoe ass is not scrolling his phone with that hot ass in his line of sight. Smh Jason you shoulda bit that cock before going to sleep.
dick & jason hiding up in a room and fake moaning and knocking on the wall, being little shits just to annoy bruce until one night they get actually horny and the fake moaning turns into real moaning and the knocking on the wall turns into the actual bedframe hitting against it. bruce had already figured the joke out so he opens the door to tell them off but instead finds dick balls deep inside jason's pussy.
I propose that Bruce goes through every emotion known to mankind before setting on a curt, infuriated and awkward: "After all those lectures about protection this is what you do?"
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