Nightwing perched himself on the edge of the Wayne Enterprises, his arms resting on his knees, giving a soft sigh. He watched over the city, standing up, putting his arms behind his head, he stretched, giving a yawn. After finishing his night parole, he ran his hands through his hair with gloved hands. He finished stretching and jumped off the building.
He swung to the ground and dropped down, sliding open the window. He pulled himself through the window, giving a sigh; he made sure that he was alone before pulling up the floorboards, grabbing a duffle bag. Dick changed outfits and stuffed the suit into the bag; he sat back against the wall and pulled out his cell.
"Not answering your phone, Dickie-bird? That's messed up." Jason smirked; crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall. "Even let me sneak up on you."
"I told you not to call me that, Jason. I knew you were there anyway, why do you think I didn't jump?" He stuffed his phone into the sweater pocket, standing up. "Why do you keep stalking me around, you know Bruce doesn't like it when I keep running off in the night with you."
"You do know that I don't give a fuck." He laughed and looked him over, "Plus, you love seeing me, so who cares what he says? Don't act like you hate it when I steal you away, Dickie-bird." He laughed, strolling over to him, wrapping his arm around his waist.
"Shut up." Dick rolled his eyes, lying against his chest. "Will you stop calling me Dickie-bird? It's freaking weird." He shot a glared up at him, flicking his nose. "Why did you call me like fifty times? What is so important that you just had to get a hold of me?" He arched his brow and attempted to push away from him.
"Because I missed this great ass of yours." He laughed, squeezing his ass. "Besides, you promised we'd have dinner, I think you forgot about me, Dick." Jason kept him against his chest. "Now, what will I have you do for me, oh wait I know." He smirked and grabbed his wrist. "Off we go."
"What—I did? Crap, I'm sorry, Jason. I can pay for pizza then." He gave a sigh, "Wait where are we going?"
"Hell yeah, you're paying for pizza, and we're going to my place. Don't contact Bruce, he'd just question it."
"Hey, he would question it either way, Jason." Dick rolled his eyes, and snagged the duffle bag from the ground, putting it on his shoulder. "Let's go then, Jason." He got his arm yanked away and pulled out of the building.
"You know what I've got planned for you, right? Since you did ditch our movie date tonight." Jason pulled Dick along, their fingers interlocked as they walked. He put his other hand in his pocket, glancing over to his side to look at Dick.
"Huh? Oh, no, I don't. What do you have in mind for tonight then?" Dick looked over to him, his hand swinging softly. "It's up to you, I was the one that forgot I guess. I still want pizza, so if it's something big, can I eat first?"
"Yeah, yeah, you can eat your pizza still." He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I've got a special night planed for us, you said that next time that you missed our date, you've got to do whatever I want." Jason smirked and dug his hand in his pocket for his keys, unlocking the front door.
"I get it, you get to do whatever you want—Oh. I get it know, why the heck didn't you just say that." He rolled his eyes and waited for him to unlock the door. "It's been what, about a year?" Dick let go of his hand, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're such a baby."
"Dick…" He turned around, gently grabbing his chin, leaning in close, his lips ghosting over Dick's. "Shut the fuck up. We fuck after pizza, my way." He smirked and pulled away, opening the door; walking into the apartment. "You talk, way too much." Jason snickered, snatching the bag from his shoulder, tossing it to the side.
"You jerk!" He grew flustered and he crossed his arms, "Don't get that close to me just to tell me to shut up." Dick growled and pouted as he walked into the room. "You just have to ruin a great moment."
"Hey, hey, hey, I've got to piss you off somehow." He pulled out his cell phone and ordered pizza, sitting back on the couch. Jason put his legs up on the coffee table, his arms behind his head. "How come you're working late now?"
"It's not really work, it's just. I've been getting out of the house more lately, because there is some drama with Damian and Tim, like usual." He took off the sweater and turned off his cell, putting both the sweater and phone into the bag. "Why do you care? You've been working more too."
"I need the money, you know that." He rolled his eyes, and looked to him. "I'm pretty sure that you just need a night off, and that's why you're here with me now." Jason pulled his jacket off and set the guns on the tables.
"Don't care what you do, I'm just saying that you're more busy." He shrugged, walking over to him. "Can you not put those on the table?" He arched his brow, plopping down in the spot next to him.
"I'll put them wherever I want." He smirked and looked over to him. "Anyway, you're going to need to hurry up and eat your pizza, Dickie-bird. Tonight is going to be fun, and you can't just up and leave like last time." Jason grabbed Dick, pulling him over and onto his lap, his arm wrapping around his waist.