Jason has to admit that he fucked up.

But how was he supposed to know that some villain-wannabe without an army of goons is going to be so problematic? It's not like everyone can just waltz into the dark side of Gotham and become a crime lord overnight, like he did. It's not that easy to accomplish, especially with a small army of vigilantes running around at night. But this guy calling himself The Chemist had a successful debut. Jason heard the talks of him releasing some kind of a new drug so he came to the meeting with the dealers, lurking in the shadows. After he heard enough about what kind of a nasty stuff the drug is, he revealed himself with a cheesy one-liner and took care of the dealers (no killing, just kicking their asses untill they fall down unconscious, the promise of tasting Dick's blood in a few hours always being enough of an incentive to behave) but when he turned to deal with The Chemist, the man was waiting with a syringe and Jason was not quick enough...

He wakes up on the ground, tied up, his arms and legs feeling numb enough that he's unable to free himself. His helmet is gone but he feels the domino mask in its place. He wore it for dramatic effect back then when he disclosed his identity in front of Bruce but then it became a habit. Now he's thankful for it. He tries to move to have a better look around but the drug is still working. He has no idea where he is, except for the place being filthy and abandoned. He has no other option but to wait until the drug wears off and he'll be able to free himself.

Then he has a visitor. The Chemist ignores Jason swearing to kill him in the most brutal of ways and injects him with another dose of the drug.

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He doesn't know how much time has passed since his stupid stupid capture and how much drug this psycho has put into him since then but he's certain that the blood lust is making him much dizzier now than any drug could. He has started to unconsciously gnaw at his lower lip until it started to bleed as if it could help in any way. He tried drinking his own blood before but it doesn't work like that, unfortunately. He needs fresh, purely human blood. And as for now, he needs it yesterday.

He hears someone come in and all the sounds reverberate in his skull as if he was trapped in some kind of glass container.

"I thought you vigilantes look after one another here in Gotham," The Chemist's voice seems far away but Jason's blurry vision tells him he's right in front of him. "I thought I'll lure your friends here and have my own little collection of superheroes."

"You chose the wrong vigilante, scumbag" Jason slurs. "I work alone. Nobody cares if I'm gone."

The Chemists snorts. "That's exactly what a person in your situation would say so forgive me for not taking your word on that."

Jason laughs because what he said is true and now he's going to die as a useless bait. But the conversation helps him sober up just a little bit and he starts to work on the ties on his wrists. Then he hears footsteps growing louder and The Chemist doesn't even waste any more of his drugs on him, just hits him in the head hard enough to render him unconscious.

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"Jay? Jason, you need to wake up. I need you to wake up…"

The voice cuts through the darkness and Jason feels like he needs to listen to it, follow the order... His head is pounding from the punch but mostly from the overwhelming hunger, now filling his whole body with aching need. He forces his eyelids to open.

"Oh my god, Jason, you're awake!"

Nightwing's face swims into view and Jason can only grunt in response. He feels he's not tied up anymore but he can't move his limbs. It comes to him slowly that Dick is sitting on the filthy ground next to him and Jason is half-lying on his lap.

"I took care of The Chemist, you're alright," Dick keeps talking, seeing how it anchors Jason in reality, helps him to regain full consciousness. The drug has worn off but the hunger is even worse. "Jay, I don't know what he's done to you-" But then Dick stops and huffs out a mirthless laugh. "I'm so stupid," he says, his hand coming to Jason face, his fingertips touching the torn lip. "So stupid…"

Jason cannot speak his gratefulness when he observes Nightwing taking off his glove and using one of the batarangs to cut his own wrist open enough to bleed and putting it to Jason's mouth. The first drops are burning his tongue but the relief filling his body is almost as overwhelming as the blood lust itself.

When Jason is able to move his limbs, Dick abruptly withdraws his wrist and puts a makeshift dressing on it before putting the glove on as well. Jason whines uncontrollably. It wasn't nearly enough-

"You'll get more," Dick promises and leaves a quick kiss on Jason's forehead. "But we need to get out of here. GCPD will be here soon to collect The Chemist and I want us to be gone by then."

The journey back to Dick's apartment is slow and they keep mostly to the ground but it still exhausts Jason so much he falls down on the bed the moment they're there. The world spins around him again and he doesn't move when Dick takes his jacket off him and then removes the boots. Then he sits down on the bed next to Jason and lifts him onto his lap again.

"Come on, Jaybird. You can feed now," he says while one of his hands stroke Jason's hair soothingly and the younger man doesn't have it in himself to stop himself from leaning into it. Jason lifts his own hand to Dick's neck and he sees how the marks there managed to heal within the expanse of days when Jason was kept captive. That makes gears turn in his head.

"I shouldn't-" his voice is more of a croak than anything resembling how he normally speaks and he furrows his brows in frustration about his inability to do anything in this state. "Too lon', I may hurt y'r neck too much."

He's a predator, damned to be one by his blood lust and easiness in killing, but he can't truly hurt Dick. Not even for a fix. He'd rather have Dick torturing him for hours with feeding him like he did at the Chemist's, a few drops at a time, rather than allow himself near his neck now.

Dick stares at him for a moment then sighs deeply and works on removing the dressing from his wrist. He reopens the wound and holds it millimetres above Jason's open mouth, feeding him slowly. Jason feels his body filling with energy with every minute and when after what seems an aeon of this bittersweet torture, the strength comes back to his limbs, he has to clench his fists around the sheets to keep himself from doing something stupid.

Once again, Dick withdraws his hand too soon. Jason looks at him startled and he's sure he's wordlessly begging for more but he's far from being embarrassed about it right now. Dick actually chuckles and sends him an affectionate look, the way he did when Jason was Robin and pouted about something.

"You need a shower," Dick states as he maneuvers Jason into a sitting position on the bed. Jason allows Dick to manhandle him as he cannot really argue, he spent days on that filthy floor. "Then you can have whatever you want."

Jason turns his head sharply to look Dick in the eyes to see whether he's playing with him. But there's something in Dick's eyes that makes him get up and walk towards the bathroom without a comment. He expects to be left alone to complete the task but Dick follows him soon after and starts undressing. "Showering together saves water," Dick says with a wink and Jason feels his lips curling in a smile.

It's only when they are both naked and under the stream of water that Dick speaks again. "You're awfully quiet, Jaybird. It worries me, it's not like you to be this quiet." Dick confesses while he starts applying shampoo to Jason's hair without any warning. Jason takes a sharp intake of breath but still doesn't speak. It is unusual for him, being chatty is a trait all Robins share, but in this moment he's afraid to open his mouth because he's not sure what is going to come out.

Back there at The Chemist's, there was a moment of consciousness where he honestly thought this is it. The Chemist's only use of him was as bait but Jason knew no one would be looking for him. But then Dick rescued him and helped him with the hunger and now he was washing his fucking hair and- It was too much. Give him gun fights and supervillains and he'll go through them without a blink but Dick caring for him-

Suddenly there were lips on his in a chaste kiss.

"I lost you there for a second," Dick smiles and guides his head to rinse the shampoo out. When he's done, Jason pulls him into a tight hug and says "Thank you" with his lips brushing Dick's ear.

"You're welcome," Dick replies with a smile. "We Robins have to look out for each other, even after we left the nest."

Jason snorts at that and they continue to wash each other in silence. Dick is gorgeous with the water streaming down his defined muscles and his longish hair brushed out of his face. Jason would contently spend hours in that shower just admiring his lover but tonight he's dead on his feet. They dry themselves but don't bother to dress into anything before falling on the bed together.

"You said I could-" Jason starts but doesn't finish, just looks up at Dick with a questioning stare.

"Whatever you want, Jay."

Jason's hand goes to stroke the inside of Dick's thigh and he waits for the realization to appear in the other man's eyes. Jason has mentioned it only once when he fed for the first time but they were both trained by the world's greatest detective after all, they know how to join clues and facts… Then Jason's sees Dick's pupils dilating as he huffs out a quiet "Yeah."

Jason lowers his head, teasing Dick's cock with a hot exhale on the way, and then sets his lips against the olive skin of the circus boy's thigh. He leaves a kiss there firstly but then Jason's teeth sink into the flesh and the surge of blood fills his mouth just as he desired it for days. He hears a sharp intake of breath from Dick and then a hand in his hair, stroking and clenching in turns. When he withdraws after what seemed like blissful hours, licking his lips greedily, Dick is handing him a tissue to apply to the bitemark as a dressing. It'll scab soon, as all Jason's bites seem to do, so they don't bother with an actual plaster. Jason does it delicately and that's when he notices that Dick's cock is half-hard, resting on his belly. Still applying the pressure to the bite, Jason shifts up so that he's able to kiss the older man on the lips, slowly but deeply.

"My little masochist," he says smiling against Dick's mouth.

"Looks like you hit the jackpot with that, having me as a donor, huh," Dick grins in response. Jason sits up between Dick's spread legs so he's able to both keep the makeshift dressing in place and put his other hand on the other man's cock. He strokes him into full hardness, drinking in the sight of Dick's flushed face and lips bitten in pleasure. The he lowers himself once again, this time to take Dick's shaft into his mouth. By now he knows how to make a complete mess out of the first Boy Wonder with just his mouth, starting at the head and putting all his attention to it until Dick's lip biting turns into loud moans, then he swallows all of the length and sucks till Dick's seed slides down his throat.

Dick is breathing heavily when Jason lays down next to him with a smug expression on his face. Dick turns towards him, half-lidded eyes betraying his exhaustion.

"Give me a moment and-"

"I'm okay, Dickie-bird. Go to sleep."

Dick smiles at him drowsily and, yeah, he can fall asleep to a sight like that every night.