I'm such a tease, this is only part one because… well I just don't feel up to writing fluff right now. X.x
Anyway, this was requested by Unleash the Shadow.
And trust me; I've been trying to get her to update Fight for a while now.
-000-
Jason frowned, folding his arms across his chest as his foot tapped the ground. Jesus, for a much credit as Bruce gave the Golden Boy Wonder he sure was fucking slow! Honestly, did it take that long to use the fucking Bat computer? Couldn't he just get a laptop and plug it in to the super computer and get his information from there?
The very irritated current Robin started to grind his teeth, he just needed to use the fucking thing for a moment.
"Hey, Goldie!" He said with a bit of a growl to his voice. Bruce was going to compare him to this lard ass later, the very lard ass that was taking up the computer that he needed to use to do something for Bruce. Granted, he wasn't all that great with all things electronic. He was more of a mechanic, give him a car, or pretty much any vehicle, and he could fix it up to purring perfection. He was even better than most of the expensively rich places Bruce sent his babies to.
There wasn't movement from the older vigilante. The current member of the Dynamic Duo let a growl rip through his lips as he threw his hands up sighing loudly.
"Fine, screw you Goldie and your fucking computer." It was louder than he meant, but he stormed off in anger, lashing out at anything that came close to him. He would have his revenge for the mistake Grayson had made!
"Master Jason, are yo—"
"Piss off, Alfred! I'm not in the mood." The irritated Robin barked out, quickly storming off to his room.
Alfred stood there for a moment before looking at the retreating form of the young Jason Todd. He seemed more agitated than usual. His eyes glanced at the clock down the hallway. He had heard Master Dick would be here to use the computer for a case in Bludhaven. Could something have happened between them?
Alfred decided it was best to check on the first ward of Bruce Wayne to make sure no physical altercation had taken place.
Which was why he was overly surprised to find Master Dick his head resting in his hands while his elbows were on the desk top of the ominous and overbearing Bat Computer. It took another moment, before he was going to berate Nightwing on the etiquette of elbows on the table, to realize the young adult had headphones in his ears and was currently, quite obviously, asleep. The butler's eyes softened immediately, remembering the days when the lad had been ten years old and fell asleep on the computer when his smaller, less able body gave out on him after a hard night of crime fighting and being the partner of the infamous Batman.
It didn't take the Bat butler a long amount of time to guess what had taken place. Jason had most likely have not noticed the fact Dick was wearing headphones and thought he was being obviously ignored like some third-rate sidekick. Alfred frowned at the thought but decided against doing anything about it. He'd tell Dick about it in the morning if he could catch the vigilante before he disappeared back to Bludhaven. With that last thought the butler moved to grab a blanket that they always kept in the Cave if Bruce or, God forbid, Jason fell asleep. The vigilantes falling asleep in the Bat Cave weren't exactly uncommon after a long, tiring mission.
Alfred thoughts swirled into and around his mind as he placed the blanket around the sleeping hero. He saw Dick's muscles twitch at the touch of the blanket thought after the muscles tensed, they relaxed into the warmth the comfortable throw brought to his most likely aching and abused muscles.
"Good night, Master Dick." The butler stated in a softer tone, as to not rouse the sleeping acrobat. It was times like these that he missed his Robin, the original Robin. Jason was not one to listen and understand the delicacy of life yet Dick did. Jason and Dick seemed to me opposites of each other on every level for the most part. He slightly wished Bruce had not fired the first ward, he missed him dearly.
With not a moment to spare in his traitorous thoughts, he left the young adult to sleep away the only plausible free time he had before waking to attend to his second job.
-000-
Jason stared at the ceiling, his hands punching and clawing the air in front of him as he imagined Dick's face taking a beating from his fists and nails. The Golden Boy didn't need to outright ignore him, that wasn't right! Jason was already trying hard enough to get out of the ex-Robin's shadow, Nightwing just being a downright asshole by ignoring him. This would definitely not make things any easier for him. The rebellious teen bit his cheek. How could he get back at the original Robin for being such a… well Dick?
In a sudden moment of absolute realization he knew how he could embarrass and humiliate the blue and black clad vigilante.
And it would only take four words.