The doors to Mount Justice's med bay burst open, followed by the sound of frantic yelling and scrambling feet, the occasional moan of pain. M'gann took her spot at the patient's head, paying her team mates no mind as they hurried about. Kaldur grabbed the disinfectant and got to work on Nightwings heavily bleeding torso, wincing when the young man moaned in agony. Artemis was getting the needle and medical thread ready while Kon and Wally stayed out of the way, knowing they would not be much help right now.
"Should we call Batman?" Wally asked nervously, looking down at his barely concious friend.
"N..no. C-all Tim." Nightwing coughed out, along with a teaspoon of blood. Kon pulled out his phone and punched in the numbers, waiting for the boy wonder to answer.
"Hey, Kon. What's up?"
"It's Nightwing." Was all Kon had to say for Tim to get the message.
"I'll bring Babs. Be there in a minute."
After the phone call, Wally and Kon watched as their three friends tended to Nightwing, stitching him up as M'gann worked on internal bleeding and trying to speed the healing process. It wasn't long before they heard the zeta tubes announcing Robin and Batgirl and five seconds later they burst into the room.
"Fuck." Barbara swore, rushing over and pulling a tube out of her utility belt, squirting some ointment onto her gloved hands before applying it to Nightwing's burns. "What happened?"
"An explosion, he was closest to the bomb." Artemis explained, finishing a row of stitches on Dick's forearm. "C4 I think."
"Babs..." Tim sounded anxious, which piqued the teams interest slightly. Robin was never anxious. "He is going to find out and he is going to blame us and you know how he gets when he is irrational."
"Dammit, Tim. Of course I do, but I am a little busy trying to keep your brother alive." Barbara snapped, shooting a glare at Tim, much to the surprise of the team. The Bats never fought. "If you wanna call him, go ahead. But you get to deal with that headache."
"I just think it would better for everyone involved if we told him sooner rather than later." Tim squeaked. "I mean, remember the time he thought you were interested in Dick?"
"I still have the knife wound, how could I forget?" Batgirl chuckled, as if fond of the memory. "You're right, call him."
Tim walked out with his phone to his ear while the remaining team memebers stared at Babs like she was crazy. "Who the hell is Tim calling?"
"Dick's long term booty call."
"I thought that was me." Wally pouted, getting a punch on the arm from Kon.
"Did this guy really stab you?" Artemis asked, eyes nearly bulging out of her head when Babs pulled her collar down to reveal a four inch scar along her collar bone. "Holy shit."
"Eh, flesh wound." Batgirl shrugged, adjusting her costume. "Besides, I got a few good whacks with a crow bar in. Low blow, seeing as he hates those but it saved my-"
Tim came flying in, pale as a ghost and tripping on his own feet. "Nice knowing you guys, I'm going to go write my will now." Barbara snorted. "He was severely pissed, Babs, worse than when he found out I was Robin."
"I told you! We should've waited so we could've had time to-"
"To what? Prepare your funeral?" Everyone's heads whipped to the doorway, only two not surprised to see Red Hood standing there with a crowbar stretched casually across his shoulders. "Don't worry, Babs, just returning this from our last meeting." He tossed it on the floor before sauntering over to where Dick lay on the bed, unconcious at this point. "What are his injuries?"
"Hood, you seem calm." Tim approached the anti hero, surprisingly unfazed compared to his team. "I thought for sure you would have my head."
"Still considering it, Timbers, and if you keep talking to me I might make it a reality." The team tensed at the very real threat in his words. "Now, what are his injuries?"
"Internal bleeding, blood loss due to abrassions, second degree burns and a fractured wrist." Barbara ignored the shocked looks of her team mates, focusing on Hood. "What do you have in mind?"
Red simply rolled up his sleeve and motioned for Tim to get the blood kit. "Blood transfusion, sort of. Timbo here is going to take some of my blood, extract the you know what, and give it to Dickie over here so he can heal up to be all better."
"Wait, Hood, that means you'll have less and-"
"-each injury I recieve will more likely to be fatal. Thanks, replacement, I know." Red Hood shrugged, wincing when the needle pierced his skin. "I had my second chance and I blew it the minute I ran away from Talia."
"I'd say you blew the minute beat me half to death with a crow bar." Tim shrugged, pulling the needle out and walking over to the lab.
"Or the minute you tried to get the Bat to kill Joker."
"How about the time you become a drug lord and took over all of Gotham?"
"Or the time you stabbed me in the chest for hugging Dick?"
"Or when he slit Damian's neck?"
"Hey now, that was mutual! He slit my neck too!" Red Hood spoke up, glaring through his helmet and totally forgetting about the other people in the room.
"Who...who are you?" Wally finally spoke up, staring at the shiny helmet that contained a personality that seemed so familiar.
"I'm Red Hood, part time drug lord, villian, hero, and English major." He smirked, knowing they couldn't see it. "Oh and Dick's long term booty call."
"You seem...familiar." Artmeis popped in, finished with the stitches and washing her hands.
"Uh, nope. Never." Red Hood awkwardly scratched his neck, turning to Tim."How's it going?"
"Just about finished." He gave the vials a few more shakes. "Done." Tim pushed the chair over to Dick and hooked the blood up to the transfusion, watching in awe as it all went in his body. For a moment nothing happened, but then suddenly Dick began to shake. M'gann was thrown from him as his body began to heal. A minute later, he was back to normal, slowly waking up. "Dick!"
"W-What happened?" Dick looked around, eyes narrowing on the bandage on Red Hood's elbow. "You. Dumb. Bitch!"
"Sorry, just trying to save your life. Do you want me to take my blood back?"
"I'm serious! How many times have you done this now? Do you have any Lazurus Pit left in you?"
"Lazurus Pit? You died?" Kon squinted at the helmeted figure a bit more.
"So what? I should never have been brought back in the first place, it's not like anyone planned it or wanted it."
"J-"
"I crawled my way out of my grave, threw my coffin and six feet of dirt." Red Hood nearly screeched and the green tint to his eyes did not go unnoticed. "I was lucky Talia was visiting Bruce that night otherwise I would have died from the same injuries as the first time. She brought me to the pit and viola! Here I am, psychotic yet alive. Is anyone happy about? No! Maybe Bruce cuz he has his punching bag back, but the world does not another psychotic villian in a costume."
The room was deathly quiet, not a sound besides Red Hood's ragged breathing.
"Take the helmet off." Dick commanded, walking towards the Hood. When he didn't move to take it off, Dick reached up and behind his head, releasing the helmet. He gasped when he saw the state of Jason's face, barely an inch of it free from bruising, burn, or cut. "Littlewing, what happened?" Jason turned his face away, refusing to look at Dick. "Was this from a patrol?"
Jason let out a bitter laugh, glad he had his domino on to hide his tears. "If you mean patrolling my apartment, then yeah."
"Who did this?" Dick asked more forcefully, touching Jason's cheeks but recoiling when he hissed in pain.
"Like you'd believe me. Nobody ever believes me. I've been trying to tell someone since I was ten years old but he always gives me some waternd everything becomes blurry but he has been away on a mission for awhile and this is the longest I've been clear. I can't mess that up Dick. If I tell or try to tell he gives me the water and I can't do that." Jason all but pleaded.
M'gann, can you access his memories?
Of course I can, but Di-
Do it! Look at his face!
"Let's go get something to eat okay, I'm a bit thirsty." Dick smiled at Jason leading the team to the combined kitchen-lounge.
Jason sat on the couch, Dick cuddling up next to him with waters and crackers. The team filed in and sat on various chairs. All of a sudden, Jason's mind was on fire and he cried out clutching his head for half a second before relaxing and becoming catatonic.
"Alright, let's see who is hurting my Littlewing." Dick nodded at M'gann, who showed the memories on screen.
A dark alley appeared on screen, quickly filled by a ten year old Jason Todd leaning against a brick wall. A larger figure walked towards him, making Jason tense despite the easy smirk on his face.
"So, you're my ten o'clock?" The man nodded once. "Let's get this over with. Half the money up front, that's my policy." As the man was counting out the money he was knocked down by an unmistakeable figure, Batman. "Fucking hell."
Jason turned and bolted, but he could not out run Batman, he grabbed him two alleys over, picking him up by the scruff of his neck. "Where is he?" Batman growled.
"Who?"
"Your pimp."
"Don't got one." Jason sniffed, turning his head away from the shadow.
"Then why?"
"Where were you the hundreds of times it wasn't consensual, huh?" Jason turn around and spat. "If you can't beat em, might as well join em and make em pay."
Jason felt the slap for days afterwards, it was all in the wrist. "You can always beat them." Batman said gruffly, before handing him some water. "Drink, you're dehydrated."
After the first sip, Jason's eyes flashed an undeniable green.
The memory opened on the Batcave where a clearly exhausted Jason was forced to run the course again, this time he fell on his back. Batman walked over to him, smiling down before stomping hard on his chest and grinding. Finally removing his boot, he commanded Jason do it again. When Jason fell this time, he landed on his wrirst, so Batman snapped it with a sickening crack to match Jason's pleas.
"If you want to be a baby, go back to the streets. I'm sure they miss your useless ass, whore."Batman grumbled, comanding Jason do it again. However, when Jason completed it this time, Batman made him chug the water and his eyes flashed green for longer this time.
Jason was thirteen in this memory and they were fighting some thugs in Crime Alley. Jason took down a thug too hard, breaking his collar bone and right arm. Batman whirled around, furious, and with one swift kick inflicted both those injuries onto Jason. When he was in the Batcave medbay being treated by Alfred, Bruce snuck in and implanted a chip into Jason's head.
When Jason woke up, Bruce called him Jason and he didn't respond, but he called him Robin and he immediately sat at attention, his eyes completely green.
At fifteen, Jason died. Everyone thought he ran off by himself but Batman told him to hunt the Joker. So he did.
Each crowbar impact made him hold firmer to his mission. Wait for Batman to extract him.
But Batman was too late. He extracted his body. And he was smiling.
When Jason woke up in his grave, he remembers the panic, the scratching, screaming for Batman. He remembers Talia bringing him to the pit and then he remembers running, where Batman found him, laughing.
"Jason, you're pathetic." Batman sneered, grabbing him and bringing him to the cave, Jason still in a daze. He tinkered with the chip in his head. "Hmm we need a new name besides Robin...Red Hood. Yes. After the man who killed you. Ha." After some tinkering, Jason had some water that turned his eyes green and left.
Bruce visited him often, if only to remind him to stay from the family. Sometimes he gave him intel. The day it changed, was a strange day.
Bruce burst in, "Red Hood." Jason stood at attention, eyes glowing green. "I need you to try and have me kill the Joker."
"Copy that. What is my reasoning?" Jason was monotone, expressionless.
"He killed you and I haven't gotten revenge yet. Get to it. Dismissed." Red Hood relaxed, slumping into the couch.
Bruce come back with more orders. Attack Tim with a crow bar fro replacing him. Become a drug lord. Stab Babs.
And the day they were looking for, the one that led to all the bruises, finally arrived.
"Red Hood!"
Jason stood still, watching as Bruce pulled back and punched him, keeping his rings on. He did this with both fists a few times. He picked up a frying pan that Alfred was still using and smashed it into the side of his head.
"Do you know why I am mad, Red Hood?"
"No sir."
"I am angry because you have been giving away your Lazarus blood. That is my blood! Mine!" Bruce back handed Jason one last time. "You are pathetic, Jason. I should have left you to get fucked to death on the street."
"Yes sir."
"Get out of my sight."
"Yes sir."
Once the last memory ended, Jason jumped out of his catonic state, breathing heavily as he noticed everyone was staring at him. "Hi?"
"Jason?"
Jason tensed at his name coming from Kaldur's mouth, about to ask how he knew when he noticed what was on screen. He immediately started to panic. "Shit! Fuck. Oh no, not good. Fuck fuck fuck, god dammit!" He ripped his domino off, figuring there is no point in wearing it now. "How far back did you go?"
"To when you two first met." Kon answered with a straight face like always. "I thought you said you stole the wheels off the Batmobile?"
"That is a lot cooler than Batman interrupted my life as a young prostitute." Jason snorted, rubbing his hands through his hair.
"Jay, did you know you have a chip in your head?" Tim asked as gently as possible.
"Ha ha nice try Timbers, nothing is in my head but my brain and a whole lot of crazy."
"M'gann, rewind." THe memories went backwards until the moment the chip was implented. Jason looked ready to puke.
"Take it out."
"Bu-"
"TAKE IT OUT. NOW."
M'gann was about to respond when the zeta tube went off. The group went down to investigate, not seeing anyone. They were about to turn around when they heard an all too familar chuckle.
"Hello, Red Hood."
The team watched in horror as Jason's eyes become Lazarus Pit green and he stood up straight and at attention. "Hello, sir."
"I guess my secret is out now." Batman snickered at the glares coming his way. "Oh well, as long as the League doesn't find out. Red Hood, kill them all." Jason's eyes flickered back to normal for half a second, which did not go unnoticed by his team. "Red Hood. Kill them."
"Yes, sir."
Jason pulled out his guns with the rubber bullets, immediately shooting Artemis and Wally in the chest, snagging Kon on the shoulder before switching over to his electrified dome nets, tossing one on both Babs and Tim and one Kaldur and M'gann.
"Hood, I said kill. Not play."
"Yes sir."
Jason pulled out one of his daggers and was about to charge Dick when he called out to him. "Jason! I know you are still in there. You can fight this. Show the bastard who's boss." Jason's eye's grew to a less intense green and his head twitched to the side. "Come on, Littlewing, you can do this. I believe in you."
"Res Hood, he is distracting you from the mission. Do not fail me again!"
Jason screamed, stabbing his dagger into his thigh as collapsed to the ground, clutching his head. "Get. Out!" His whole body started to twitch violently, groans of agony sounded through out as Jason ripped at his hair.
"Dick! What is happening?" Tim asked worriedly, staring as one of Jason's eyes turned to normal and then flipped back and the other went to normal.
"I-I Don't know Tim." Dick was petrified.
"Red Hood, stop being dramatic. Stand up."
Jason started to laugh manically, it sent chills down his teams backs. "You don't control me anymore, oldman." He spoke with two voices. "I'm free, and I will see you in hell."
"You will never be free of me, Red Hood. Finish killing the team." Jason ripped the dagger out of his thigh, getting to his hands and knees still trembling. "That is a good pet."
Jason chucked the dagger at Batman, collapsing as soon as the blade left his hand with a scream. "Fuck you!"
"Now now, this is not the place for tantrum, Red Hood." Batman stalked over, giving Jason a swift kick to the ribs.
"Jason, keep fighting him. You can win this." Tim called from the net, tears leaking from his eyes as another pain filled screech erupted from Jason.
"See that Red Hood? They think you can win this, so stand up and fight me." Batman sneered and Young Justice wondered how they could ever get the guy so wrong.
Jason struggled to his feet, eyes still flashing between green and blue. He smirks, a knowing glint comings from his good eye. "I know your weakness."
"oh?" Jason pulled out his third gun, the one with real bullets. "Tried that, doesn't work."
"Who said they were for you?" Jason laughed, and as soon as Dick realized what he meant it was too late Jason had pulled the trigger and a bullet and gone through his head.
"JASON!" Dick screamed, catching the body before it totally fell over. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god! What do we do?"
The team managed to free themselves and rushed over, M'gann immediately working on repairing damages. It was then they noticed something missing.
"Where is Batman?"
Dick had not left Jason's side for the past two days, holding his hand and whispering sweet nothings.
When Jason woke up, he was shocked to say the least. He was surrounded by his team and Dick was in the bed curled up next to him.
"W..what happened?" Jason croaked rubbing his eyes.
"Batman made you go all Red Hood psycho, you tried to kill us, Dick made you fight it you stabbed yourself in the leg before you shot yourself in the head." Wally shrugged like it was every Tuesday this happens.
"That explains the headache." Jason chuckled. "Did it work?"
"What work?"
"Did I shoot the chip?"
"The bullet obliterated the chip, why?"
"Batman can only exsist with the chip, that's why he put it in me, with all my Lazurus Pit blood I was immortal but now its gone. The blood and chip I mean so Batman, by theory should be gone and good riddance."
"That explains why he disappaered." Tim murmured. "Dami isn't gonna be happy you destroyed his dad."
"Eh, I slept with Talia so I can be his new daddy if he wants."
"You what?!" Dick whirled around and glared, putting his hands on Jason's chest.
"She saved my life, coming back from the dead makes you wicked horny plus have you seen her? Don't worry, you're still better." Jason winked.
"She is Demon Brats MOTHER." Tim sputtered, still in shock. "Plus...Dick!"
"Are you talking about your brother or anatomy? I wasn't with Dick yet, still aren't exclusive and yes dick is yum."
"Kon cover your ears you are too young to hear this."
"Get off Wally."
"So, what do we do now?" M'gann piped up, floating in the corner.
"What do you mean?"
"No more Batman and I assume no more Red Hood?" Jason winced at the name. "What are you gonna do?" Artemis crossed her arms and raised her brows.
"I'll be Catgirl. I look good in spandex." Jason chuckled, wincing at the pain in his head. "Fuck, why did I think it would be smart to shoot myself in the fucking head?"
"To give me a heart attack?" Dick snorted, smiling softly at Jason.
"So, Doc Martian am I cleared to go home?" Jason plastered a smile on, ignoring the looks of his teammates and focusing solely on M'gann.
"Jay, you just got out of eight years of mind control, you have a stab wound in your leg and a bullet hole in your head." Babs snapped. "Plus, what home do you have beside RH safe houses, or the Manor which is swarmed with press due to you-know-who dying and I doubt you want to go back there anyway."
"Also, League wants to talk with us." Tim piped in.
"Ah, fuck me." Jason groaned, turning to look at Dick. "Next time, you get to be mind controlled and shoot yourself in the head, this is way more trouble than I asked for."
A knock sounded on the door and Jason visibly flinched. Kon opened the door, letting in Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, and Aquaman.
"Jason, how are you holding up?" Diana asked gently, giving the boy space in an already crowded room.
"Dandy." Dick elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow, rude. So I have been better, but given circumstances, can't complain."
"Good."
"We just want to ask you some-" Jason cut Aquaman off, a bold move.
"With all due respect, I just shot myself in the head to get out of eight years of mind control after attempting to murder the friends who thought I was dead. I am a little exhausted at the moment." Jason snapped, clutching his head and groaning when his head lit on fire. It didn't go away after a moment, forcing him to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths.
"Jason? Jason!" The voice sounded far away and muffled, mixed with a high pitched beeping sound. He felt like his body was shaking but he couldn't be sure, everything felt fuzzy before fading to black.
When he woke up next, everything was white. The ceiling, the walls, the sheets and blankets, and his clothes. He felt a pressure on his hand and looked overover, seeing a familiar flop of raven hair on the bed.
"D-dick?" He croaked, voice rough from misuse.
The boy next to him shot up, staring at him in amazement. "Jason! Oh my god you are awake!" Dick hugged him gently before pressing a button on the bed. "How do you feel?"
"Groggy. And thirsty." Jason took a sip from the cup of water that Dick handed him. "What happened? Did I fall in school again?"
Dick frowned but didn't reply, just running his fingers through Jason's hair. "Do you remember any of what happened?"
Jason closed his eyes and breathed for a moment before opening them. "I remember being mugged by a guy, then you, Tim, Babs, Kaldur, Kon, Wal, Artemis, and Megan showed up and took me to the hospital. After that it gets fuzzy."
Dick had a look of concentration on his face, rubbing his them over Jason's cheek. The door opened and Jason turned to see his friends with tears in their eyes. "Hi guys, why are you dressed like that, is it Halloween? Also, what's with the looks?"
Kaldur was the first to approach, wrapping his arms around the younger boy. "We just got back from a costume party when we heard the news you had woken up. You had been in a coma for two months."
"The mugger put me in a two month coma?!" Jason gasped, looking at his friends faces for confirmation. It came uneasily, and they all shared some glances. "That is kind of scary, I hope I didn't miss much school. Senior year and all."
"Don't worry, Jay. I'll help you out." Tim patted his shoulder, looking at M'gann and nodding.
Mind link set up. What is happening with him?
I think his brain is trying to deal with the trauma of his whole life-
Nicely put, Tim.
Shut up, you know what I mean. Anyways, he is trying to cope by cutting out all the bad parts, leaving the good and auto filling in the rest from what he can remember before Bat.
So he cut out superheroes but left us?
Yes, think about it. The moment he entered the hero world he was used and abused, killed, brought back as RH, tried to kill us, and shot himself. Probably doesn't want to remember superheros and if he did it would be hard to do so without parts of that.
True. What do we do now?
Call the League?
No! He has been in a coma since last time!
We play along.
When the team turned back to Jason, he was squinting at them. "You guys looked like you were talking with just your faces. You gotta teach me that one day."
"In due time." Wally winked, pulling off his mask. "Anyone hungry?"
"Don't worry, we brought food." Everyone jumped and turned to see Clark, Diana, and Barry in the door way, luckily in their civvies.
"Chili dogs?" Jason perked up at the smell. "Thanks Mr. Kent, anything is better than hospital food."
Superman shot Dick a look but he just shook his head.
"How was your nap?" Barry asked, handing the food over to Jason and getting a punch from Dick. "Ow! Just trying to lighten the mood."
"It was fine. Still don't get how one mugger could put me in a two month coma. What the hell did he do to me?" Jason looked around the room as he took a bite hoping for answers.
Before anyone could stop her, Diana answered. "What mugger, Jason?"
"The mugger who attacked me? The ones my friends rescued me from?" Jason furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Jason, there was no mugger. It was-" Kon yanked her out of the room, leaving a pale Jason behind.
"Jay?" Tim walked over, gently placing a hand on his friends shoulder. He pulled back when Jason yelped.
"No! I'll try harder! Stop! No more! No! No! No! Please, sir, don't make me!" He screeched, scrambling as far back on the bed as he could go, clutching his head as searing pain went through it. "I don't want it anymore! I don't want to be Robin! Put me back on the streets, at least they are nice enough to kill me!" He groaned in agony, tugging at his hair in an attempt to offset the internal pain. He let out another screech before collapsing in a sobbing, whimpering mess, muttering "No more, please sir" on repeat.
Everyone stayed stone still, afraid to set him off again. Finally, M'Gann slowly approached and closed her eyes, tears and sobs instantly leaving her body. As she cried, Jason slowly began to calm down.
What is she doing?
I think she is taking some of his pain away from him.
She can do that?
When Jason was no longer whimpering or muttering, she backed away, tears of her own to match Jason's. He sat up, eyes devoid of anything but tears as he stared straight ahead.
Did...did we break him?
I hope not.
We should get Barry, Clark, and Diana on the link.
On it.
Team, what is going on?
Jason had convinced himself none of us were superheros as most of his trauma took place as one. He fillled in the rest and so when Wonder Woman said it wasn't true he freaked.
As if knowing he was being talked about, Jason let out a humorless laugh. "I will never be free of him. He is in my mind. In my dreams. In my fucking coma. He is the fabric of both these teams. He is everything I am. He literally made me. I can't even enjoy a fabricated reality without him ruining it." He barked out another laugh before turning to M'gann, face completely flat. "I'm sorry for what I am about to ask you to do, but this is the only way I will truly be free."
M'gann, already having read his mind, shook her head vigoursly. "Jason, it could kill you."
"I'm already dead." He hissed with such venom everyone shrunk back. "Besides, those are my only two options. I have lived my whole life with him in my mind, I won't continue like that."
"But-"
"M'gann, I don't give a rats ass! Either give it a shot or I will find another warehouse to explode in."
"What are you talking about?" Wally interjected for the rest of the team.
"He wants me to wipe his mind. Give him a clean slate. Leave nothing behind except his name." M'gann's voice trembled, moving towards Jason. "He won't remember any of us at all. I suggest you say goodbye now."
"Jason, I'm sorry we had no idea what was happening. I wish we helped sooner. Good luck."
"I'll miss you."
"Even if you won't remeber me, I'll be keeping an eye on you to keep you safe."
They all reluctantly filed out, leaving Dick, Jason, and M'gann. Dick tackled Jason and gave him a giant kiss. "I will find you. This isn't goodbye, but see you later."
Jason smirked, kissing him back. "Nerd." He watched sadly as Dick left the room before closing his eyes, letting M'gann do her thing.
*6 Months Later*
The team had decided to go out for coffee as a team bonding thing. So, on a crisp Saturday morning they strolled into a speciality coffee shop, practically empty. Dick was the first one to the counter, chatting with his teammates as he waited for the barista to come over. He ddin't turn around until he was addressed.
"Hi! What can I get for you lot this morning?" The team froze to their spots at the sound of the easy drawl, eyes turning from each other to the man behind the counter. He had black hair pushed back with a white streak, the bluest eyes in the world that perfectly matched the uniform shirt hugging his defined muscles. What got them was the lip piercing and row of studs in his ears, plus what looked like a tattoo sneaking up the back collar of his shirt. Their staring did not go unnoticed. "Enjoying the view?"
The team snapped out of their shock, apologizing before placing their orders. "Would you like any latte art? No extra charge, I just get so fu- *cough* bored here."
"Can I get a lightening bolt?" Wally asked, watching intently as his cup was prepared. "Wicked."
"A cat!" Barbara shrugged at her teammates looks.
The rest ordered things close to their namesake, until Dick.
"Can I get your number?" He winked. The guy laughed, shaking his head in an amused fashion before working on the cup. He put a lid on it and handed it to Dick with a wink. The team sat down before he opened it. "'U Wish'?"
Tim snorted his coffee, running to grab some napkins while the rest of the team teased him relentlessly.
"This is the best day of my life." Artemis chrotled, rolling onto M'gann's lap.
"Why, does pretty bird never get rejected?" They all jumped when they saw the hot barista with a smirk standing there.
"Oh god no, never." Babs chuckled. "You're probably his first."
"I'm honored to take your rejection virginity, Pretty Bird." He winked. "That was a bold move, debated it for a minute, but I don't know your name. What if I got a text 'Hey, it's the guy that bought a coffee today, let's fuck on my couch.' That would be a new low for me."
The team erupted into laughter as Dick stood and walked over to the barista. He extended his hand. "Dick Grayson."
"Your name is Dick? Priceless." He snorted as Kon muttered 'Finally'. "The name is Jason, and don't forget it. You'll be screaming it later." And with a smirk he walked off, leaving a gobsmacked team.
"He looks so different but same." M'gann whispered.
"He is so relaxed too." Tim muttered.
"Uh, Dick? You have a bit of a problem." Kon chuckled. Dick just shook his head.
"If y'all weren't here I would have let him fuck me against that counter all day." Dick said out loud, not caring one bit.
"Dude, brother here remember?" Tim muttered.
"Don't ruin this Tim. Did you see how hot he got? I mean he was before but now? Holy shit-" Dick flew backwards off the chair when Artemis threw her shoe at him.
"Not with us around, weirdo!"
"There is a bathroom down the hall." M'gann pointed and they laughed as Dick ran. "He is hopeless."
They watched stunned as Jason noticed him run down the hall. He turned to the team and winked before following.
"Get it, boy!" Wally hollered.
Dick was splashing water on his face when he heard the door open. "Shut up, Wally. He is so fucking hot and if I could I would totally-" He turned and squeaked, seeing it was Jason and not Wally.
"You would what, Pretty Bird?" He breathed in his ear, placing his hands on Dicks waist and pressing him agaisnt the counter. Dick bit back a groan when Jason started putting a bit more pressure on his hips.
"Let you bend me over and make good on your promise." Dick hissed as Jason began sucking at his sweet spot. Somethings transcend a memory wipe. He felt Jason's hands move down to behind his thighs, ligfting him up until he was on the sink.
"That can be arranged."Jason whispered, nibbled on his earlobe before moving to his jawline. Dick gripped the edge of the sink tightly as Jason worked his way to his mouth, finally connecting their lips.
It was like their kiss was oxegyn and they couldn't get enough. Dick fisted Jason's shirt, pulling him closer until their chests were flush. Jason's hands slid down Dick's back and rested on his butt giving a light squeeze and causing the older boy to jolt forward. They pulled away, staring at each other as they breathed heavily. Jason leaned forwad, kissing Dick with so much force it sucked the air out him. That and the fact his hand was palming him through his pants.
Just as quick as they started, Jason pulled away with a smirk. "See you out there." He pecked his lips before adjusting his clothes and stolling out. Dick gaped at him as he left him a dishevelled, panting mess. He looked at his reflection and gasped, he had at least three hickeys and his hair was a mess.
Quickly smoothing his hair down, adjusting his pants he walked back to the table where everyone had shit eating grins. "Not a word."
"Oh my god, he destroyed your neck." Wally chuckled
"Zip it."
"You still have sex hair." Kon pointed out with a smirk.
"We didn't have sex so that's impossible."
"Well you did something, you were in there awhile." Artemis grinned, high fiving Tim. "Who went down?"
"No one! Drop it!" Dick snapped, crossing his arms.
"He got blue balled." Babs snorted.
"I'm leaving." Dick stood up. "Tim, next time Kon comes over, be ready for my wrath."
They blushed furiously as the team hounded them. Dick walked out the door, a smile on his face.
He got his Jason back, safe and sound.