Vegas

A Word: Asked for future JayDick as the Waynes dress up in civies, hit Vegas, and find a superhero themed strip club.

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"I'll bet she's not as flexible as you," Jay says with the kind of grin no one in their right mind will ever trust. Dick looks up to see a busty woman strut onto the stage in a Nightwing costume that's absolutely obscene. She moves with a looseness that lets him know she's pretty flexible, but her breasts are far too large for her to really put it to much use. She's far too top heavy. "Can't quite fill out the costume the same way either."

Dick laughs and raises his drink in a toast. The burn of good rum combines with the casual flirting they've been keeping up since they landed in Vegas for the media's benefit in a way that Dick really should be more wary of than he is. Especially now that Bruce has gone off to rescue Tim from the fine ladies in matching Amazonian inspired costumes who had abducted him at the door to the joint and refused to let him go.

"No one can match my ass in spandex," Dick boasts and it's the truth, because there have been actual contests about that and he's won every single one of them so far. It's been a close call with Kyle Rayner and Connor Hawke a time or two but Dick's always prevailed in that match.

"No, they can't," Jay grins but it's not one of his usual ones. This one is slow and smoky kind of like the atmosphere of the club they're in. He's sprawled out on the cushioned seat and isn't even looking at the stripper who is -Dick forces himself to turn and immediately wishes he hadn't- doing a poor job of not breaking her nose on a cartwheel. She must be a fill in for someone who called in sick. When he looks back Jay's still looking at him.

"You're laying the act on kind of thick aren't you?" Dick says and rocks his glass back and forth to hear the ice chink against the side of it.

"Am I?" Jason reaches over and pours half of his own drink into Dicks nearly empty glass, and then fails to pull back. "I'm kinda thinking I'm not laying it on thick enough if you think I'm acting."

The burn low in Dick's stomach has nothing at all to do with the alcohol buzzing in his system. It's the casual touches and hint of heat when Jay leaned in say something flirtatious that Dick's been laughing off all night because Dick knows he's full of bad ideas when his little head started getting interested in his life. Dick licks his lips and doesn't pull away, but he doesn't say anything else either. Because what can he say now that won't end in utter destruction?

The temptation to flirt back is strong, and it'd be so very easy to forget the history between them. Forget the very real differences between them and their personal philosophies that have led to so much strife in the past. Forget that they're still figuring out where Jason stands legally now and that he's on probation with the masked community. Forget about it all and just flirt right back to see where it takes them.

"I think it's time we left," Bruce says with a laugh that's even more fake than usual, and Dick nearly jumps out of his skin at being snuck up on. He whips his head up but neither Bruce nor Tim are really looking at them. They're both looking at the stage with two different expressions of pained horror on their faces and Dick sees why when he follows their eyes.

Jay's laugh is lough in his ear but still makes him shiver despite the fact that he's going to go to sleep tonight -alone- with the horrifying image of a woman in an altered Batman costume that allows her to rip the padded armor -foam- off of her body. One boob at a time.

"Yeah," Dick says after clearing his throat a few times. He stands up and pulls away from the arm Jay almost had around his shoulder, and drains his now mixed drink before grinning. Wide and media perfect, thankful for the interruption and excuse to put some distance between himself and Jay. "I think I've seen all I need to see here now."

"Here, here," Jay raises his glass in a toast and this smile is much more familiar to Dick. Jason's not done and is already planning his next move. Dick tries to tell himself he's disappointed by that.

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