Dick's POV
"Damn." I said to myself as the warehouse blew up and I knew the Joker had gotten away. Then, out of nowhere, a sharp small pipe flew in my shoulder. "Ahhh!" I screamed out in pain and fell off the roof, of the two story building. I landed on the hard concrete, making the pipe rip deeper in my skin. I became dizzy from loss of blood and my vision blurred. I put my palms flat on the ground trying to do a push up, so that I could crawl. I winced in agony as I moved the arm that the shoulder was connected to.
I got a few feet and rested in an alley. I laid my head back against the wall and thought. 'This is how I die huh? By nature?' I tugged at the pipe that was all the way through my shoulder and hissed. "Well, at least I'll be glad to be dead. I have no purpose in this world anyways." I whispered to myself.
"What do you mean?" Red Hood asked as he walked in the alley taking his helmet off and lit a cigarette. "What else could I mean? I'm not loved. And what are you doing here?" I replied.
Red Hood stopped about ready to say something until he saw I was bleeding out. "Oh my god, Dick!" He dropped the cigarette and ran over to me, examining the wound. "Does it hurt?"
"No shit, it feels like a massage." I reply, with sarcasm. He didn't respond to that. He just kept looking worried, his eyes glistened. "Dude, are you about to cry?" I asked him in a little bit of amusement. "Of course I'm crying. You're bleeding out, for Christ sake!" He replies, tears threatening to leave his eyes. I shook my head and said. "It would be better Jason and why do you care, you've shot me like 19 times before."
"No Dick, it wouldn't and I shot you in places I knew you wouldn't bleed out from." He answered, bring his hand up to the pipe. Firmly wrapping his hand around it, preparing to take it out, and placing his other hand on my shoulder for leverage.
"This might hurt a little, okay?" he says trying to comfort me. I've never seen him so soft. "Whatever, just don-." He yanked the pipe out and my eyes forced themselves shut. I arched my back from sudden extreme pain. I screamed at the top of my lungs and Jason puts a hand over my mouth.
I couldn't help it, I shed a few tears as I felt numb. I sobbed silently. "I-it hurts, excruciating." I began to see black spots in my vision and I fell forward on Jason. "It's okay, j-just stay awake, I got you." Jason said and carefully picked me up and set me on his motorcycle. "Just hold on."
Three Hours Later
I was beginning to wake up and the first thing I saw was a blurry figure hovering above me. I was startled so my first instinct was to punch it. "Oww." They groaned in pain as they stumbled to the ground. "You're welcome." Jason? Of course Jason. "Jason, I'm sorry." I said, while I tried to get up from the bed I was on and assist him, but I was held back by my own pain.
"Ow." I reached over my shoulder and saw it was bandaged up. Jason quickly got up and held me down. "Stop. You'll strain yourself." He says making me confused.
"Why'd you bring me here?" I ask.
"Cause there's nowhere else for you to go."
"Yes there is!"
"Grayson just stop, I know you got kicked out of your apartment for beating the landlord up and about your huge fight with Bruce."
"Okay." I held my hand up and rolled my eyes. "First of all, since when do we beside Damian start calling people by their last name?" "Since ten seconds ago." He answers. I was...shocked and kinda intimidated.
"H-how did you know about all that?" I ask and watch as his cheeks reddened. "Uh, well I've kinda been spying on you." He replies shamefully and looked at the floor. "You've been WHAT!" I screamed. I was kind of embarrassed, what if he watched me all the time and saw me change? "Why on earth would you do that?" I questioned.
No one's POV
"N-no reason, but we need to talk about how you think you should die!" Jason said and Dick sat back up, grunting, breathing heavily. "Well, Ya know Zucco and-" Dick started, but was interrupted by Jason. "I heard enough, why are you still stuck on that. You're a great hero." Dick smiled.
"And you're a great villain." Dick said complementing him back. "I know. You can stay here if you like." Jason offered. He got up, walked to the kitchen, and came back with some hot tea.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Dick questioned confused. "Because you're my brother and I like you." Jason paused not looking at Dick. Jason blushed, he didn't mean for that to come out. "Ugh, I forgot to change." Jason said, trying to change the subject. Jason quickly turned around, when Dick grabbed his hand. "I like you too." Dick said. Jason pulled away and rushed to his room.