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Dick knocked the window in the last place Oracle assured Jason was, shacky fingers grabbing the bare brick of the wall unsteady feet trying to stay on the windowsill, falling with a hard thud on the floor, curling under Jason’s gaze, hands pressing the wound on his back, pooling blood on the floor.
“If you die you are going to explain I had nothing to do with it.”
“Jase—”
Thank goodness Jason had a weak spot for Dick, fussing over Nightwing on his own way, letting Dick curl on his arms, as he was carried to the bathroom, a hand moving to hold Jason’s neck, burying his nose on his shirt, smelling like tobacco, Alfred’s detergent, and cologne.
He peeled off his shirt, bloody on his hand, looking down at his torso, ugly purple bruises painting his skin, looking at Jason through the mirror, his brow furrowed in exasperation and poorly hidden preoccupation, a steady arm around his chest, tilting his body, gloveless hands pressed on the sink, a damp cloth cleaning his back, hissing at the antiseptic poured on the wound, tensing when the syringe dug on his skin, the numbness of the anesthetic spreading on his muscles, tired eyes fixated on the way Jason stitched the broken skin.
“The wound is not deep.”
“I owe you a lot.”
“You are cleaning the place.”
Dick laughed, hiding his face on his hands, feeling the warm hands dressing the wounds, the large bandage glued on his back.
“Jay.”
“I hate you,” Jason said, as he pressed a soft kiss on Dick’s shoulder, the one-day beard scraping the skin.
Jason carried him to the bed, falling over fluffy pillows, Dick drank the pills and munched the food left for him, poking the bruises on his chest, stomach, and legs, they looked a lot like Damian’s watercolors, blue, purple, and green smeared together, stretching the numbing legs and arms, feeling the stiff muscles on the back, the wound going from hip to ribcage.
He let Jason move his body, manhandled to lay on top of him, chests pressed together, hands petted his hair, and lazy lips traced his jaw. “You owe me a lot.”
“I can give you a blowjob.”
Dick knew Jason was rolling his eyes, as he puffed a few laughs, kissing Dick, soft and slowly, careful, a hand grabbing a handful of his ass. “You owe more than your mouth.”