Knocking on the wrong door. Jaydick


Jason held his ribs as he leaned against the wall, he was sure they were cracked, just great. He pounded his fist against the door again, come on already. He was sure he was dripping blood on the carpet out here and people were starting to peek out of their doors to see what was going on. Of all the building he had to pick this month.

The door finally opened and it was about time because Jason couldn't even see straight and the cut on his forehead was getting blood in his eyes on top of that.

"Holy hell!"

"I've had better, I agree." Jason gasped through the pain, stumbled past the body in the door way, probably staining the door frame along the way. "Where the fuck is the couch?"

"Uh…" Huh, Jason thought, Roy was being more useless than usual and he wasn't even the one that got tossed off a building tonight.

Jason managed to make where the couch was and plopped down, regretting it instantly, hissing through his blood stained teeth. They were definitely cracked if not broken. Maybe.

"Roy, for fuck's sake, pain killers." He barked, trying not to move, maybe ever again. You make one fuck up and get your ass thrown off a two story building into the worst dumpster ever, he was lucky to be alive.

"Oh Jesus, right." The other man sputter, it set little alarms off in Jason's head but it was hard to care about that when he was being deafened by the blaring sound of his body screaming in pain.

Pills were shoved in one of his hands and a glass of water in the other, like actual glass and not some crappy mug or plastic cup. The alarms were squeaking but fuck it, pain killers first. He shoved them down his throat and drained the glass. It was taken from him before he dropped it; he had blindly been trying to find a coffee table.

"You look like hell." That voice…it just…bugged Jason for some reason, but Roy was pretty annoying lately so maybe that's what it was. Jason tensed a little when he felt a damp cloth dabbing at his face, but he relaxed as much as he could in his state as the blood was cleaned from his face. He closed his eyes and let Roy do what he wanted, this wasn't the first time he patched him up and it wouldn't be the last.

"It went south pretty fast tonight, Roy." Jason sighed, ignoring the pause in the hands wiping his face and the 'err um, well' that was muttered as he peeled off his domino mask. "I mean, they weren't to have so many guys. Next time I see Donny, I'm tossing HIM off a build and see how likes it, fucking shit intel." He huffed; flinching when antiseptic was applied to his wounds.

Jason thought it was kind of weird how quiet Roy was being, but let it go cause the pain killers were starting to kick in and damn they were stronger than the usual stuff they got their hands on. Did he really look that messed up that they need to break into the good stuff? He hoped not, he was gonna need it though and something to keep his ribs in place.

Once he was all patched up, most of the damage had been internal really; he tried to push himself up into a sitting position. Hands tried to keep him down but Jason just knocked them away.

"I think my ribs are cracked, get me the plastic wrap." Jason ordered, opening his eyes and his and this stranger's widen at the same time. "Who…who the fuck are you!?" He demanded, whipping out his pistol and shoving it the guy's face. He made a weird squeak as his hands flew up in defense.

"I live here! Please don't shoot me!" He begged, looking terrified, eyes on the barrel and not on Jason.

"What?" Jason sneered, looking around, this place was too fucking nice to be Roy's new building, where the hell did he go? "What street is this?"

"North Sixth Street!"

"Fuck me." Jason muttered, lowering his gun, he went the wrong freaking way, this was the slightly nicer part of Gotham and he just barged into his guy's apartment and bleed over all his nice stuff.

Great.

Jason's free hand flew to his face, his mask, fuck, he had taken it off, and this guy saw what he really looked like. Damnit all to hell. He glared at the guy and he saw the fear in his eyes grow.

"What's your name?" Jason asked, keeping his pistol on him but not in his face anymore.

"D-Dick." He sputtered.

"What did you just say?" Jason growled.

"No! You don't, it's really, ugh. My name is Dick Grayson!" He fumbled, trying to explain he was not insulting the guy waving a gun in his face. "I swear it's just my name."

Jason calmed down and winced when he tried to push himself off the couch, he wasn't going to get anything done in his condition, and this guy could probably take him down if he wanted. He sure was built like he could, Jason had to come up with something or he was going to be screwed. He didn't want to kill this dude, but he'd seen his face and that could spell trouble down the line. Red Hood had enemies and no one could be trusted in Gotham.

"Um…could you…please put that away?" Dick asked, nervously eyeing the gun. "I really don't want any trouble."

"Yea, that's what everybody says right before they start it." Jason snorted, but he lowered his weapon anyway, mainly because he wasn't sure he could hold it up much longer. "Look, Dickie boy, I don't want any either, but we got ourselves a problem."

"We do?" Dick asked innocently, Jason wanted to smack him just for it.

"Yes, you've seen my face, that's usually how you die." Dick swallowed fearfully. "But I'm not really in the mood for it. But I still can't have you blab about me."

"I don't even know who you are though!" Dick tried to reason, but they both knew that was useless. "What are you gonna do?"

"I haven't decided…" Jason muttered, holding his ribs again. "Shit."

Dick suddenly stood up, startling Jason and he almost shot the stupid kid, at least in the foot with how much he could hold it up anymore. Dick raised his hands in defense again.

"I'm just getting the plastic wrap, you wanted that for your ribs right?" He asked, moving again when Jason put down the gun, he holstered it cause it was more trouble than it was helpful at the moment. "Does that really work?"

"It does the trick for a while, till I get something better." Jason groaned when he sat back into the couch. He stared at Dick when he held out the roll to him. "I…uh…can't really do it myself." Well this was just getting weird; his hostage was actually going to help him? Guy was either stupid or missing a few screws.

"Oh…um, I could…" He trailed off as he waved the roll in the air. "If you want, that is."

"…fine, I guess." Jason grunted as he leaned forward, struggling out of his jacket, which was torture by the way, but when he tried to pull up his shirt he shouted at a jolt of pain going through him.

Dick knelt down, pulling Jason's hands away and lifting the shirt over his head for him, marveling at all the scars that littered the vigilante's chest and arms. His blue eyes were filled with questions, but he was smart enough not to voice them.

"So um…just wrap it around?" Dick asked awkwardly, gesturing to Jason's well-toned torso.

Jason nodded, it was pretty straight forward. He lifted his arms with a bit of effort and allowed Dick to get into his personal space. The other man bit his lip before he started, Jason couldn't help noticing how there was a little red creeping into those cheeks hovering right in front of him.

Well it was nice to know he still had it going on if he could entice this stranger that he had a gun to not even five minutes prior ad it wasn't like Dick was hard to look at. Kind of a pity that he wasn't shirtless too, he was rather curious how fit he really was under that stupid black and blue tee shirt, was that some kind of bird? Jason hardly cared.

He decided that holding up his arms was too much work and rested his hands on Dick's shoulders; it startled him a moment, looking at Jason to see what he was up to and continued to wrap the plastic wrap tightly around his ribs. He smoothed the wrap every now and then to keep it from bunching and it should not be as enjoyable as it was, Jason should feel pain not pleasure.

"You're good at this." Jason teased, smirking when Dick's eyes darted up to his and back to his work. "You've done this before?"

"Yea…but just temporary till we got to hospital, it was an accident." He said, rather casually, it got Jason curious.

"What kind of accident?" Jason asked like he didn't really care, to fill the silence.

"Elephant." Dick said simply, laughing at the face Jason pulled. "Someone fell off an elephant. I'm in the circus."

"Like…for real? Like you actually work for the circus." Jason asked disbelieving.

"On and off, I grew up in it with my parents. We are the Flying Graysons~!" Dick mimicked an announcer voice, quite proudly. "But I've been going to college the last few years and only really join during the summer or winter breaks." He struggled, tucking in an end of the plastic wrap. "How's that feel?"

"I dunno, I was gonna ask you that." Jason said. "So you…do what exactly? Blow out of canon?"

"No, the trapeze, Billy does the canon." Dick grinned at the way Jason's brows rose. "We are the only act on the trapeze around that does it without a net."

"Isn't that dangerous?" Jason felt stupid the second it came out of his mouth, but Dick seemed to just glow with pride. Jason decided to ask a few more stupid questions.

"Of course, but we practice with one and the only accident we've had was actually avoided. A boy from the audience saw someone messing with the trapeze before the show, now that could have been dangerous." Dick shrugged. "Mainly it's dangerous if you don't know what you're doing up there and we've been doing it our whole lives."

Jason slipped his shirt back on, finding it easier to move now. He caught Dick staring at the hem of his shirt like he was disappointed. Jason smirked, good.

"I'd love to see that." Dick looked up at him, confused.

"So…you're not gonna shoot me?" He asked like he was trying to joke but he still looked unsure.

"No, I'm not. But if I ever find out you talked about this or people finding out what I look like, remember I know where you live and where you work." He glared at him, this was a proper threat, but he knew he'd never really do anything, Dick didn't seem the type. But trust was not something Jason did too easily.

"I won't tell anybody, beside, I honestly have no idea who you are. Do you have any idea how many people run around wearing masks in Gotham? I'm pretty sure I saw a nine year old in on beating up Riddler."

"Ten."

"What?"

"He's ten, but point taken, but the promise stays." He grunted as he forced himself to his feet, grabbing his jacket. "I better get out of here and, uh, sorry about bleeding on stuff…" He muttered, slipping his mask back on.

Dick got to his feet, looking like he was getting ready to steady Jason if he was needed. "Are you sure you're alright enough to go? Is your friend from around here?" A regular mother hen, this one, Jason thought.

"The less you know the better, darlin." Jason hummed, moving over to the window and pushing it up, maybe he'd just bruised his ribs? Or those were the best pain killers ever. He looked over the fire escaped right outside Dick's window, perfect.

He swung a leg over the sill and looked back when he felt a hand on his arm; he looked up at Dick as he straddled the threshold. Dick had a strange look on his face, like he wanted to say something so badly but his brain was telling him not to.

"Just be careful out there, alright? Don't want to find you all messed up again, I don't carry a first aid kit with me." He teased him, a big grin spread over his face, but Jason could tell he was actually worried.

Interesting.

"Don't worry babe, I'll take care." Jason grasped his arm, to pull off his hand and to pull him down to his level. "I'll be sure to catch your show, Dickie boy~" He quickly kissed the man's cheek before he made his escape out the window and before Dick could comprehend what happened, he disappeared into the smog of Gotham.

Dick leaned out the window to try to see where he could have gone, one hand reaching up to tentatively brush where Red Hood's lips just touched. He was gone of course, worse than Batman that one. Dick could hardly believe any of that just happened, even for living in Gotham his whole life, this certain took the cake.

"Oh my god, do I have the hots for Red Hood? Something is wrong with me." Dick groaned, shutting the window and went about his day like this never happened.

And if he saw a familiar face in the crowd that summer when he got to perform with his family, well it wasn't like he didn't try a little harder to show off. And if that familiar face stopped by back stage with flowers and a kiss, well who really was going to complain about that?