Author disclaimer - I don't own any DC characters, etc etc.

Just wanted to write some adorable dorky fluffy Jason Todd trying to get a certain man to totally fall head over heels for him.

Reference to Evanescence's Lithium. I was listening to it and it kind of reminded me of our adorable Red Hood.


It happened one night after a particular close call when Nightwing saved him. Jason finally came to a solid conclusion. He was in love with Dick Grayson. Head over heels disgustingly in love. He loved the older man. He loved being around him with his dazzling smiles and gem blue eyes. He loved it when Dick teased him even though he pretended to be irritated instead. He loved Dick's ass and hoped one day his ass looked that great or he at least got to touch Dick's. Just to know what it felt like. It was one of those asses that you felt compelled to squeeze. Hell he loved everything about Dick. From his toes all the way up to his gorgeous midnight silky hair.

Jason hummed contently on the folded out chair as Alfred ran his fingers through his hair for like the hundredth time to make sure everything was coated thoroughly. After determining it to be up to his standards, Alfred stepped back and removed the plastic gloves and tossed them in the waste basket. He eyed Jason and returned the wide smile with a fond one of his own.

"Are you sure you want to keep doing this Master Jason?" Alfred asked.

Jason smiled as he kicked his feet back and forth on the chair. "Of course I do Alfred! Bruce and Dick have black hair. I want to match. Plus my natural hair color is disgusting."

Alfred arched an eyebrow elegantly. "Miss Barbara has red hair. Do you think her hair is disgusting?"

Jason waved his hand dismissively. "No. Babs has pretty red hair. Like early sunrise. My hair is like burnt rust. It's gross."

"Well I would have to disagree with you on that opinion, but I will continue to assist you anyways."

Jason grinned again. "Thanks Alfred. You are seriously the best."

When it was all said and done and Jason's newly dyed hair was dry. He stood in front of the mirror admiring it. His fingers trailing through the now night colored hair. Just like Dick's. He was always super impressed by Alfred's talent of not leaving giant black dabs on his pale skin. There were little bits, but you would have to practically squint to see them. His eyes un-squinted and started to wander away from his newly dyed hair and down his body. His measly muscled 16 year old body. A thoughtful frown graced his lips. He even spun a little bit to stare at his butt. He let out a disgruntled noise and with one last glare at himself, he headed to the gym. He had the hair, but obviously he still had some stuff to work on.

It was about a week later when Jason slammed the door after entering growling softly under his breath. Alfred opened it behind him a second later with arched brows. He watched as Jason stormed away from him and up the stairs. Alfred shook his head sadly. Obviously it was another hard school day. He didn't even flinch when he heard the echoes of another door being slammed further in the manor.

Dick poked his head out from Bruce's study across the hall. He arched his brows. Alfred shrugged. Dick stepped out into the hallway. "Should I go check on him?"

"Best wait a little to let him calm down. I'm sure though once he sees you're visiting, his mood will improve drastically."

Bruce joined them after setting down his paperwork on his desk. He stood in the doorway looking at the two and also shrugged. "He still seems to be adjusting to private school. Something about having the ability to punch prissy jerks, but not being allowed to. Apparently it is frustrating."

Dick chuckled. "I can relate." Dick joined Alfred in the kitchen to gather a tray of snacks for Jason. Hopefully seeing Dick and cookies would turn his frown upside down. He smirked sneakily as he skipped up the stairs towards Jason's room. He knocked gently, but there was no answer. He braced himself for flying objects chucked in his direction as he inched the door open. He had to stifle laughing loudly when he saw Jason jamming out and singing with headphones on. He could barely make out the music from the doorway which meant that music most be really freaking loud. The kid was going to go deaf. Than how helpful of a vigilante would he be?

Jason was oblivious to the world as he danced. His eyes screwed shut as belted out dramatic lyrics. Dick was more than happy to let him. He leaned against the doorframe. His eyes sparkling with amusement and fondness.

Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without
Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow

Don't want to let it lay me down this time
Drown my will to fly
Here in the darkness I know myself
Can't break free until I let it go
Let me go

Darling, I forgive you after all
Anything is better than to be alone
And in the end I guess I had to fall
Always find my place among the ashes

I can't hold on to me
Wonder what's wrong with me

Lithium, don't-

Jason's mouth instantly snapped shut as his eyes caught a person in his doorway. Eyes that went comically wide as they landed on a smirking Dick Grayson. His face instantly felt oven hot as he slid the headphones off his ears.

"H-hey…" Jason stammered and trailed off.

"Hey yourself. You can keep going. Don't mind me. I was enjoying the show."

Jason really wanted the ground to swallow him up. He chuckled awkwardly and shut the music off. "Uh...No thanks. I'm done."

"Aww~ but come on Jaybird you sing and dance so wonderfully."

Jason glared. "S-hut up Grayson!"

Dick took on a hurt face and placed a hand over his heart. "Demoted to Grayson. Oh how you wound me my little wing."

"I will wound you if you ever mention this" Jason growled and crossed his arms.

"I wouldn't dream of it. My lips are sealed. No one will ever know about your ambitions to be a popstar."

Jason growled again as he felt his already heated face flush even further. "I do not want to be a popstar. I was just burning off some steam."

"I heard the slamming doors. Must have been a rough day, but look I brought cookies to cheer you up!" Dick said cheerfully as he waved the plate of cookies around. "Eat them with me~"

Jason couldn't stop the little uptick of his lips. "Yeah. Ok Dickiebird."

"Aw~ there's my sweet little Jay."

Jason rolled his eyes and scooped up a cookie. He plopped down on his bed and patted the spot next to him for Dick to join him. Which the older man did. He pranced over and plopped down next to the younger man. "So tell me what happened." Jason sighed and debated with himself. In the end he totally spilled the beans to Dick because really who else was he going to talk to about stuff? Dick was the absolute best after all. He could tell him everything. Well almost everything. He wasn't going to tell Dick about his all-consuming huge ass crush on him. Nope. Never.

Well never didn't really stick after his crazy patrol. All he could think about was Dick sitting at home in the manor chilling. The college man decided he deserved to take the night off after his travel. Eventually Batman just told him to go home. He was too distracted and too much of a liability. Jason didn't complain. Well not about going home. However, he was pretty irritated with himself and Dick. Even though it wasn't really Dick's fault.

On the way home he decided that he had do something about these stupid annoyingly gooey feelings. They were eating away at his sanity. Plus he was pretty sure that good old Dickie boy felt the same way based on how he acted towards Jason. He didn't even giving a flying hoot that they were kind of adopted brothers. In his opinion those little sheets of paper didn't mean shit. They could be flushed down the toilet for all he cared.

He had just gotten back and after a quick shower, he made his way to Dick's room. It was pretty darn early for either Jason or Bruce to be back and he was pretty stoked to spook the living daylights out of Dick. Get some revenge for that stupid creeping Dick did on him earlier when he was singing in his room.

He carefully slunk down the dark halls of the manor. He paused in front of Dick's door as his heart raced and he wiped his sweaty palms on the cotton of his shorts. With a deep breath he inched the door open and peaked inside. What he saw had him completely speechless and breathless.

Dick Grayson was lying on his bed. Naked. Touching himself. Jason quickly and silently stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. He leaned against it and couldn't take his eyes away from the epically glorious beautiful scene. Dick had headphones on and was looking at his laptop screen. Jason could only assume what he was watching. The longer Jason watched like a creepy little pervert the more breathless and affected he became. When Dick let a particular low groan, Jason snapped and quickly jumped on the bed to join the older man.

Dick squealed and slammed the laptop shut as he pulled the sheets over himself. "J-jay!" Dick choked out as his cheeks flushed the most attractive red Jason had ever witnessed.

"Hey Dickiebird" Jason purred breathlessly and crawled closer.

"What are you doing here?" Dick struggled and shifted uncomfortably. "You should leave."

Jason shook his head as he leaned into Dick's personal space. "Not a chance. We're a team right? Teammates help each other" Jason said slowly as he touched the blanket over Dick's hidden issue.

"What!? No. You need to leave Jason" Dick said in panic and grabbed Jason's wrist pulling it away from his overheating body. Before he could offer anymore protests, Jason was shoving his tongue hungrily into his mouth. Dick's mind stuttered as Jason groaned into his mouth and buried his fingers into his black hair.

"I love you so much Dickiebird" Jason groaned as he climbed on top of Dick.

Dick's hands gripped at his hips and his body was at war with himself if he should push Jason away or pull him closer. In the end the rational part of his brain won and he shoved Jason off of him. "No" he said breathlessly. "I'm not doing this with a minor. Get out of my room Jason Peter Todd. This is not happening." He caught Jason's outstretched hands and shoved them away. "I said no. You're too young."

Jason frowned heavily and growled. "I'm only four years younger than you."

"Exactly you're a minor, so the answer is absolutely no. Get out of here now before I get pissed Jason" Dick said in a tight stern voice.

Jason wrinkled his nose. Dick had never used that tone with him before. He growled before storming out of the room. Dick groaned and buried his face into a pillow. Dammit. That was not what he had been expecting tonight at all.

Jason growled and swore all the way to his room. He was somewhat embarrassed, but his frustration was speaking a hell of a lot louder. Fuck. He was angry and aroused now. Stupid Dick Grayson. As he mulled over the whole incident he came to a startling conclusion. Dick had never rejected him personally. He had only rejected the age difference. Jason fell back on his bed with a dopey grin. He just had to wait two more years before Dick would reciprocate his feelings. He could totally do that. He almost squealed in delight as he stripped out of his clothing and dove under the blanket to deal with his feelings.

The next morning Jason was out of bed super early. He practically bolted into the kitchen. Alfred gave him a curious look as Jason plucked a bed tray out of the cupboard. He then grabbed a bowl and filled it with Dick's favorite cereal. Something they kept stocked just in case Dick dropped in for a visit. Jason bolted the fridge, grabbed the milk, poured it into the bowl and then returned it to its cold home. The entire time the only acknowledgment Alfred got was a slight head nod before Jason was flying back out the room with the bowl of cereal and cup of coffee.

Jason knocked loudly on Dick's door this time. When a groaned 'come in' was voiced, Jason boldly opened the door and strode in. He kicked the door shut behind him. Dick's sleepy eyes snapped open and he eyed Jason warily as he sat up in bed.

"I would like to apologize for last night. I was still a little hyped from patrol and acted inappropriately. I brought you breakfast to show how sorry I am" Jason said in a confident voice. He marched up to the bed and put the bed tray over Dick's lap.

"O-ok…" Dick said slowly. He was still unsure of exactly what was going on, but he really didn't want things to be too awkward between them. It was a given that it would be a little awkward anyways. For crying out loud Jason shoved his tongue down his throat! That doesn't just come out of nowhere.

Jason frowned and folded his arms. "I said I was sorry."

"And I heard you" Dick responded carefully. "Should we talk about it?"

"What!? No!" Jason choked out as his cheeks flared up. He did not want to talk about it! He was rejected and it was humiliating! It didn't mean he was going to stop trying to woo Dick, but they really didn't need to talk about it. "Can we just move on?"

Dick took a deep breath and shut his eyes to block everything out and clear his mind. He really really didn't want to talk about it either. He would just have to direct Jason's affections elsewhere on the down low. He opened his eyes and smiled at Jason's adorably flushed face. "Alright. Let's move on. Thanks for the cereal little brother." Dick said fondly and ruffled his hair.

Jason's brain stuttered. Little brother? What the hell!? No! Dick had never referred to him as little brother before. That couldn't happen. If he started seeing them as brothers, Dick would never return his affections. He almost voiced his disagreement very angrily back into Dick's handsome face, but decided not to. He had two years. He would definitely change Dick's mind and apparently he would have to do it all sly like.

Two months later and Dick was still being awkward as shit. There was so many 'little brothers' being thrown around that it made Jason feel sick. Plus Dick kept touching to a bare minimum. He hardly ever sparred with Jason anymore, but it was ok or it would be in the long run. It just proved that what had happened had affected him and that left little flutters inside of Jason every time Dick was around.

Speaking of Dick being around, Jason practically tore the hinges off of the door as he ran through it. Alfred shook his head slowly with a fond smile. Jason bolted to his room. Dropped his school bag. Stripped out of his school clothes, hopped in the shower and got redressed within a couple minutes. He then sprinted to Dick's room. He knocked. When there was no answer, he hesitantly opened the door and called out. With no response Jason closed it behind him.

He turned on his heel and started to walk back to his room moping. Where the hell was Dick? He ran into Alfred along the way. "Hey Alfred, do you know where Dick is?"

"I do believe I spotted Master Dick in the living room watching a movie."

"Sweet! Thanks" Jason yelled back as he jogged towards the living room. He snuck up to the couch and found Dick napping quietly on it. He was snoring adorably and everything. Jason smiled and crawled on top of him resting on his back.

Dick squeaked and almost did some superheroing on whoever was attacking him in his sleep. When he heard Jason's soft chuckling and smelled the faint green apple smell of Jason's shampoo, he calmed down instantly. He then realized that he was laying on his stomach and Jason was laying full body on top of him. A slow creeping of wariness came over him.

"Jason what are you doing?" Dick asked carefully.

Jason hummed. "You looked comfy. Plus you're taking up the whole couch" Jason said innocently as his arms snuck themselves around Dick's sides in a weird little hug. Weird static pleasure started to creep through his body at the contact.

"Well if you get off of me, I'll sit up and we can both have couch space" Dick ventured in a nervous sounding voice.

Did Jason want to move? Heck to the freaking no. However, all those weird pleasure tinglings were starting to pool into a certain area because heck was Dick's ass was wonderfully firm under him. He quickly rolled off of Dick not wanting to freak him out. "Sounds good" he responded lightly.

Dick let out a relieved sigh and smiled at him. Although it was strained. Jason decided not to comment on it and turned his attention to the TV. He picked up the remote and Dick gestured giving him the go ahead. Jason smiled back charmingly as he flipped through channels. They fell into a mostly comfortable silence talking occasionally about school and life.

It really didn't surprise Jason when Dick chose to patrol with Barbara the next night. It was totally fine if Dick wanted some space, but Jason wasn't giving up on him. He would just continue to be his charming self and get "innocent" touches until he was 18 and could do something real about his feelings.

That night the patrol got a little iffy for Batman and Robin, but he still totally kicked bad guy butt. Even Batman patted him on the head and said good job and that like never happened. He was so freaking excited. He couldn't wait to tell Dick about Bruce actually being emotional for like a split second. Batman watched his younger son run off towards the manor with a small smile.

Jason tried Dick's door, but finding it locked, he hopped out one of the windows to scale the side of the manor instead. No way was Dick getting away from him tonight. Not when he wanted so badly to talk to the love of his life. He was about to tap on Dick's window when his whole world shattered around him. The view of the bed revealed a bare pale back and red hair. Dick and Barbara were…Jason couldn't finish the sentence let alone the thought. He blindly made his way back inside the manor as his heart broke into a million pieces painfully. He fisted the front of his shirt over it. He couldn't breathe. Where was all the oxygen? What the hell was happening to him? Little specks invaded his vision as he stumbled to his room. He had just closed the door when the first sob broke through his clenched lips. How could Dick do that to him? After everything? After he told him he loved him? In his own house. Jason's home. He still couldn't breathe past the painful tightness and through the broken sobs escaping him. He collapsed on the floor and let the sobbing and shaking win.

Since that night Jason avoided Dick and Barbara like the plague. He just couldn't look at them. It hurt so fucking bad. Dick was or had been the love of his life and he had looked up to Barbara. He had always thought she was amazing. How long had Dick and Barbara been a thing? How had he never known about them? Were they a thing when Jason kissed Dick? Why didn't he say anything? There were so many unanswered questions plaguing him. He just couldn't handle it.

When he was forced to interact with the two of them he was grouchy, well grouchier than normal, and he was just an all-around ass. He spent a ton of time scowling at them when they were looking or flicking them off when they weren't. Sometimes they actually caught him, but it wasn't like he gave a shit. He also picked up the nasty habit of smoking trying to hide it from his family, but Bruce caught him anyways.

Bruce watched with sad frustration as his young son reverted back into the street punk he had used to be. He actually thought it was worse than when he first adopted Jason. That kid had been rough around the edges, but this kid? This kid was angry and violent. He was also getting dangerously impulsive. Despite all of his great detective skills he couldn't figure out what had happened and he didn't know how to fix it. Hell, did Bruce try his hardest to fix it too by redirecting Jason's anger towards fruitful endeavors.

It was on one of these fruitful endeavors that Jason found himself being beat to a bloody pulp by the Joker. He pleaded silently in his shattered mind for Batman. For Nightwing. Hell even Batgirl to come help him, but no one came to his rescue. As he watched the timer tick down being to broken to move, Jason thought of Dick Grayson. His sparkling eyes. His charming smile. The way he had looked touching himself. Everything hurt. Everything was broken now. His mind, his body and his heart. Broken. The last picture that filtered across his mind before everything went black was the way Barbara had looked on top of him.