A/N → Just a short drabble for practice, been awhile since I wrote anything. So feel free to leave a review. Would be greatly appreciated :)
Characters © Batman
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It was a chilly night in Gotham City. The air fresh and cold... different. It did not carry its usual scent of death; reeking of despair, blood and ashes. The city wore it like perfumé.
"Dick, listen..." the former Robin began. "I don't- I came to talk okay?" With a sigh he tossed himself over the fence. 'Okay?' He started running down the street. 'Way to sound like an insecure idiot.'
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His boots were drenched by the time he got there. Yet his mouth was dry of existing words which could explain why he - Jason Peter Todd - was standing outside Dick Grayson's window at six in the morning. For a moment he just stood there, quietly. Minutes passed by. Like blood pouring from a pumping vein it went. Even pace, always the same. Well, depending on the wound or how fast you counted. Jason sighed. 'Fuck it.' He leaned over, pressing a pair of leather covered knuckles against the dirty-looking window.
"It's six Ante Meridiem Jason" Dick mumbled, turning his head slightly. "What's up?"
"You knew, huh?" Jason asked with a crooked smile while climbing into the poorly lit room.
"Rhetorical question, but I'll answer anyway… yes" the acrobat flashed a smile. "And that is Latin."
"I wasn't asking" he responded firmly. Dick nodded slowly, getting up from under his baby blue covers.
"So, Jason… how are things?" he questioned gently, searching Jason's gaze.
"Magical." Light blue eyes filled with wonder looked deeply into ocean blue ones. Seconds later they were both laughing loudly. The laughs bounced off the walls, filling the entire room with it - which made them laugh that much harder. It was a long time since Jason laughed that badly.
"Oh-kay, what are we even laughing about now again?" Dick exclaimed playfully.
"I have no fucking idea" Jason stated with a grin. 'But I don't really care...' With that thought in mind, he silently sat down next to his brother.
"...Jason?" Dick suddenly whispered.
"Yeah, what?" he responded while shifting slightly. "What is it Dickiebird?" The older man cracked up in a smile at the nickname. From where Jason sat, it looked as if the bird in question was blushing. Then again it could as well be the odd lightning. A quick glance towards the window confirmed his suspicion. The sun was on its way up."Beautiful."
"What?" Dick turned to face Jason.
"The sunrise..." he began, pointing stupidly at it."It's, uh, beautiful."
"Right..." he nodded slowly.
"Mhm, now what were you sayin'?" the younger inched closer. "You were about to say something." Dick softly put his hand behind Jason's neck.
"You knew, huh?" the words echoed. At first Jason thought he had drifted off. But still he knew the moment Dick's lips met his, that this was not in fact a dream. 'Why am I such an insecure idiot around you?'
