A/N: I don't own anything.
Little Brother Ch2: Jason's First Time Ice Skating
Dick's P.O.V.
I was taking Jason for his first time out on the ice. Tim wanted to go, but Bruce said he was too young, and I agreed. He was only three and the rink wouldn't let you in unless you were at least four. I made sure Jason had everything he would need and Alfred drove us to Gotham Rink. Alfred stopped out front and we hopped out.
"Thanks for the ride Alfred!" I said," See you in two hours!"
"Anytime Master Dick," Alfred said," Good bye!"
"Bye!" Jason and I said at the same time and Alfred drove off.
"You ready Jason?" I asked and he nodded.
We walked into the building and we were met with a giant ice rink, surrounded by walls. To the left was a Panda Express stand and a hot chocolate stand, to the right was the rental shoes, and in the middle were some tables to eat at and keep your stuff at. We walked over to the rental shoes and ordered two pairs in our sizes, then headed over to one of the empty tables to put our stuff down. I showed Jason how to properly tie his shoes and he got it right on his second try. I showed him how to walk and then helped him. Once he got it down, we walked over to the ice.
"Jason, you will not get this right on your first try, but you will get it right with some practice. Now, hold my hand and step onto the ice," I said, holding out my hand.
"I can do this without your help Grayson," Jason said, stepping onto the ice.
When he stepped onto the ice, he fell on his butt.
"Now will you take my hand?" I asked and he shook his head.
"I can do this on my own," Jason attempted to stand again, but fell back down," Fine."
He grabbed my hand and I pulled him up. He was wobbly at first and latched his arms around my waist.
"Jason, just hold my hand and I won't let go," I said, prying him off my waist.
He held onto my hand with a death grip as I slowly pulled him along. A small smile grew on his lips as we made it to the other side of the rink.
"All you need is balance and practice," I said," Now hold onto the wall and I'll show you how to go on your own."
He grabbed onto the wall with his other hand and let go of mine. I pushed off.
"All you need to do is do a digging motion with your legs, just lighter, don't push too hard or you'll cut the ice," I stopped a couple feet away from Jason," Now come out to me."
His eyes widened a bit, but were replaced a second later by a look of pure determination. He turned towards me and let go of the wall, managing to stay up. Jason took a step forward and gently pushed, going a tiny bit. A small smile came onto his face as he pushed with the other foot, but it disappeared when he fell on the ground.
"Don't worry, practice is all you need," I helped him back up.
He tried again and was getting better faster than I thought. I noticed he was shivering a bit when he came back over and his stomach growled.
"What about we go get some food and hot chocolate? Sound good?" I asked and he nodded eagerly.
We skated slowly over to the exit of the rink and Jason nearly tripped when he didn't stop himself at the edge, but I caught him with my fast reflexes.
"I'll teach you how to stop when we get back on the ice, don't want you to have the same accident I had a couple years ago," I said.
"What accident?" Jason asked and my eyes widened.
"I forgot! I haven't told you and the others about what I did with Wally here a couple years ago," I said, face-palming my forehead," I'll tell you while we're eating."
We ordered two plates with orange chicken, chow mien, and walnut shrimp. Then we went over to the hot coco stand where we ordered two cups of hot coco, then we went and sat at our table with our stuff.
"Can you tell me the story now?" Jason asked.
"Yes. So what happened was I was nine and Wally was eleven. Wally found out I didn't know how to skate, so he asked Bruce if he could take me ice skating and Bruce thought I needed a way to relieve stress from work so he said yes. We arrived and quickly got on the ice. Wally was teaching me how to go and everything and once I had that down, he gave me a push to help me go faster. But then I realized that I didn't know how to stop and I was too far away for Wally to stop me himself so I ran into the wall, getting a bloody nose and leaving a small dent in the wall," I told the story and scooped a piece of orange chicken in my mouth.
"I think I found out why he's called Wally. He's either making himself or other people run into walls," Jason said and we both laughed.
We finished our meal and headed back out and headed to the north wall.
"Here's the dent," I said, pointing to a small dent in the wall with a sign above it saying,
'Please teach your friend or child to stop, or this will happen' and it had a picture of me and Wally, me holding a bloody tissue to my nose.
"Wow, remind me to never go skating with Wally," Jason said.
"C'mon, let's teach you how to stop," I said," Now, see this little rubber stopper on the front of your shoe?"
He nodded.
"You press the front of your shoe down till that stopper is on the ice and it'll stop you," I finished.
I went a couple feet and stopped with the stopper.
"There. Now you try," he started off and stopped next to me.
"You're learning faster than I thought you would," I said and he smiled from the compliment.
I checked the time on my watch and saw that it was time to go.
"C'mon, we have to meet Alfred outside."
We returned the shoes and walked outside to see Alfred pull up. We got into the car and Alfred drove off.
"How was your time at the ice rink?" Alfred asked and Jason went on about what we did and the story I told him.
"They put a picture of you and Master Wallace above the dent?" the old butler asked.
"Yeah," I said.
We got to Wayne Manor and Jason raced inside to tell Bruce all about the ice rink.
Later that night on patrol…
We were about to head back when Gotham Rink, right across the street, had screams coming from it. We all headed to it and looked in by the skylight. We found out it was some robbers, who ended being very skillful at ice skating. Red Hood and I silently made it in and snuck into a dark corner.
"Red, ready for a little ice skating action?" I whispered, smirking.
"But we don't have shoes," RH said.
"There's a little button on the left side of your left boot, press it," I pressed the one on my boot and ice skating blades came out.
He pressed his button and the same thing happened.
"Did you do this?" he asked and I nodded.
"I had some time on my hands after I finished cleaning up the locker room," I said," Now, let's go."
We launched out and began attacking on the ice. Luckily, we didn't fall and were pretty good at it for never doing it before. We took down all the criminals in no time and left, RH pretty happy for not messing up on the ice. When we got home, Bruce, Dami, and Tim were asking what happened and Jason said it all at a speed that would make Wally jealous. The next morning, Saturday, Bruce was watching the news when our fight from last night came on.
"We might as well just put you two for professional ice dancing," Dami said.
