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“Up, up,”
Jason didn’t think. He didn’t fucking think. On pure, stupid instinct, he turned with the cadence. He blamed the surprise. He had no idea how Dick had gotten that close without him noticing. At the shout he didn’t jump, didn’t startle, just turned, immediately kneeling into the stance because he was now the heavy. He was the heavy he’d always dreamed of being and he knew that call and he’d seen Dick do it with Bruce hundreds of times.
The call repeated, Jason’s knee on the ground on the second ‘up’ and a foot was in his cupped hands and in a smooth motion he stood. “Away!”
Okay, yeeting Nightwing at a gaggle of goons was definitely entertaining. Damn effective too even if Jason was still reeling between being absolutely furious at Nightwing for tricking him into it and at himself for falling for it like a god damned moron . Especially because Red Hood should have never fucking done that and Dick knew it . He was grinning like an absolute madman, Red Hood in his sights at all times and Jason was fucked . His entire plan, just out the god damned window.
“Not a word , Dickbrain. Don’t you breath a god damn fucking word to any other mother fucking bats!” He snarled, taking out the anger on the goons and very, very much not thinking about how Dick had ended up at his back, moving with the slightest pressure from each other. It wasn’t entirely smooth, but Jason knew the fighting style. He’d intentionally had Talia find people to train him in this setup so he could hit the weaknesses of it! The weaknesses he was now protecting . “Fuck!”
“Only if you stick around this time, Little Wing.” Nightwing singsonged. He fucking singsonged in the middle of a two on many fistfight. Asshole.
“Fuck you! I’m not little anymore, and I am absolutely not hanging around just so the other bats can show up!”
“Then I’m gonna tell them.”
“Asshole!” He… might have put too much into that punch by the way the goon immediately dropped. “What the fuck do you want ?”
“I wanna hug my Little Wing! Make up for all the lost time.”
Jason growled. “I hate you. Fine . If you get your hug, you octopus bastard, will you keep your trap shut?”
“Absolutely!”
“10 seconds.”
“Forever.”
“Leech! 15 seconds.”
Nightwing grunted rather than reply, Hood spinning automatically. Nightwing moved with him as fluidly as any dancer at the pressure on his arm. Hood took the next blow in his heavily armored side and grinned viciously under the helmet at a goon who looked a lot less confident with his busted hand.
It was maybe two beats later that Nightwing huffed out. “Overnight.”
“15 seconds, take it or leave it.”
“You won’t get away forever.” Nightwing ducked, spinning around Hood to end up on his other side in a move entirely reliant on Red Hood’s arm strength. “127 minutes.”
“Where the fuck did you pull that number from?” He was forced back a step, and sparta kicked the one responsible with the extra room.
“It’s the runtime of Pride and Prejudice. You can poke fun of the film adaptation while I get bonding time.”
Jason wanted to hate it. He wanted so badly to hate it with every fiber of his being. “My safehouse doesn’t have a TV.” He’d broken it in the last pit rage fit.
“Mine does. I have popcorn too.” Of course he did.
“No other bats… or birds…. Or capes. Not at the manor.”
“Sounds like you’re agreeing.”
“You better hold up your end of the bargain.”
Nightwing made a high pitched sound that belonged to a high school girl and redoubled his efforts to end the fight early. Jason groaned, “I’m serious, Dickhead.”
“I won’t breathe a word to them.”
Somehow… somehow Jason knew this was a trap. “And I leave after!”
“Dinner. Dessert.”
“I am not eating your cooking.”
“It’s fine! I’ll have something brought over.”
It was a trap. It was a trap . It was going to ruin all of his plans.
All of his plans were ruined anyway. “Fucking… fine . Deal.”
Dick asked Alfred to bring them fucking dinner. A fact that Jason found out when he opened the door at Dick’s request since the other was towel drying his hair.