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[otonashi]

Dick Grayson does things to him, but he does more things for others (expected, that's how it usually always goes for Jason).

There's still a certain way his eyes light up when he talks about Roy or Donna, his best friends, they light up like he's still a kid in his glory time, like he's still Nightwing, well if people don't mention the details. Mean while Jason's life is full of details, full of egg shells people have to walk over just to talk to him and they're certainly not about his hero days, not about his conquests. Dick, though? Dick Grayson always has time for others, he's the hero that actually smiles, he's Batman with a smile and Jason's a bit (a lot) jealous of that.

It's not just his former friends though, not just the Titans. Despite dealing with Damian Wayne all the time, he still manages to smile, still manages to give the kid little pats on the head, still tells him stories about Bruce and still manages to have the kid be a good Robin. Jason doesn't like to think about that little shit too much though. Then of course there's Tim, his little brother, Dick's voice always gets lower around him because he can actually deal with all of Tim's little details, all of Tim's egg shells he has to walk all over. There's also the fact that Dick Grayson is the only man on earth that could put on the Batman costume, kiss Tim Drake on the cheek and all smiles just say, "Take care."

Dick Grayson does things to Jason, but he does more things for others.

He knows, he remembers all the things Dick has done to him.

Jason remembers the one night he strolls in to the Wayne mansion, shoulders high and trying not to look at anything that made him want to leave, really it's as if he owned the place. He remembers that if Dick didn't want him here he could have actually put the security up, but he sees Damian glaring at him from the parlor as he heads to Dick's room.

"Hey, kiddo."

Damian crosses his arms, opens his mouth, looks like he's about to throw a fit or break his neck. Jason laughs and puts a finger right over his mouth which Damian nearly bites off. "Hey, the visit is strictly personal. Though, I'd like to ask, is your mother still hot?"

"You--"

Dick grabs Damian by the collar first, then holds Jason back with his hand but he's barely trying, "Don't test him." Though Dick says that with a little bit of a chuckle as if he wouldn't mind if Jason did try.

"I think the kid needs to be roughened up a bit Dick." Jason shrugs, putting a hand in his pocket, Dick frowns at him and lets go of Damian and just pats Jason on the head as if he was five years old.

"Actually, more concerned about what Damian can do to you, Jason." The little shit fucking beams right in Jason's face. He hates coming to the Wayne mansion, hates being talked over by an eleven year old, hates being pat on the head by Dick like he is an eleven year old, hates smelling the familiar smells of well, the life he used to have. He doesn't like to think about that, he doesn't like to think about how grateful he should be or he wants to be--

Thank god Timothy isn't here.

"Come on, Jason."

He follows Dick, keeps a distance away and waits until Damian is back to thinking of the other 24 ways he can kill Tim Drake in his sleep (Jason has to admit, he likes the new Robin for those ideas at least) before grabbing at one of Dick's hip bones and smirking.

Dick sighs.

"You can wait." God, Dick sounds like a mother hen when he uses that tone of voice. Jason pushes him gently against the door, cocks a brow and tries to say somethng witty, Dick just frowns and lets out another sigh before he can even start. "Damian is going to hang this over my head."

"He should know these things." Jason shrugs and runs his fingers through some strands of Dick's hair, "I'm quite the romantic, you're quite attractive, does it really come off as a surprise?" He grabs the knob of the door and opens it, moving off of Dick and ushering him inside like a proper gentleman. "Get in bed, dream boat."

"Please stop." Dick mumbles and walks past him, lays right down on the bed and starts cuddling a pillow.

Jason lays right on top of him and gives him soft kisses to his ear, Dick squirms like he's not used to it but the tone of his voice is still aggravated. "Jason."

"You're the one that invited me over here." He reminds him, cupping his face in his hands, tracing over his cheek bones and kisses him hard on the lips, Dick lets his teeth smash against his and all. Jason smirks into the kiss and bites at his lower lip, Dick lets out a content sigh and lets himself wrap his arms around Jason.

See, Jason remembers what Dick does to him, for him, somehow it's all still more than what he does for others. Some how even when Dick asks to see him, it's those little comments that have him know he's ashamed know that if Dick was to be selfish about anything it would be Jason. Some how even though Dick goes full on into every kiss, every fuck, all of that, it's because he did that with everyone. Some how, even though Dick rolls on top of Jason and he's running his hands through his hair, kissing the sides of his face and he's so gentle, he's practically petting him, he still knows--

Jason shivers a little.

"Jason?"

He still knows he makes Dick's eyes dull a little, no special tone of voice for Jason, there's no stories to tell mostly because Jason doesn't want to hear them and maybe, maybe Jason's admitting something to himself.

"Are we doing this or what, quick making me swoon if you're not going to do anything." Jason kisses him hard, teeth smashing against his, tongue right underneath his own, everything gross and intimate about a kiss. He doesn't bite his lower lip but Jason places one hand on the small of Dick's back, refuses to let himself cling to him.

He's going to remember this, just like he remembered the first time Dick cupped Jason's face in his hands and kisses him once and Jason believed for a couple seconds maybe, maybe someone missed him. Dick just does that though, Dick just makes people feel like the center of the universe. He's going to remember this like he remembers when Dick grabbed his clenched fist and kissed every single knuckle, grins and all. He's going to remember this like the first time Dick left him breathless, which really he doesn't want to talk about.

He's going to remember this so he can push a thought further back in his mind:

I care more than he does.