When Dick is 44 he dislocates a shoulder when under estimating a jump.
The nurse at the hospital thinks Jason is his son.
X
Disk is 45 when they attend a Wayne Gala together. Jason is bored, but mostly impressed that Bruce still hosts these things. Tim is woo-ing young girls in the corner, and Damian, a man now, looking so much like Bruce it's almost startling, hanging by his father's side, schmoozing investors.
He loses Dick after a while and winds up in the company of a group of heiresses. He lies about who he is, having been used to it for so long. Jason Todd is still legally dead, after all. It's fun. They flirt harmlessly a bit, and he shows them around the manor, surprised he still knows all of the twists and turns.
The night winds down and they ask him to leave with them. He declines, saying his boyfriend would appreciate it (not that he didn't have a healthy appreciation of the 'fairer sex'). One of them slips her number into his pocket. He pretends not to notice.
When Jason gets home, he's excited to strip Dick out of his tuxedo. Or not. Either way was fine with him, when the fighting started.
If pressed, Jason couldn't tell you what started it, but he's halfway to kicking a shoe off and undoing his tie, contemplating how much of the tux Dick could leave on and fuck him without ruining it when Dick begins acting standoffish.
Jay goes up to wrap his arms around Dick when Dick shoves him off.
Jason sighs.
"What is it?" He asks "What'd I do?"
"Did you fuck her?"
Jason blinks, gaping in confusion.
"Wha-?"
"Did you?"
"Who—wha—the girl?!"
"Yes. Did you-."
"Of course not. Is that what this is about?"
Dick doesn't respond, just reaches into Jason's jacket pocket and pulls out the slip of paper with her number on it.
"Why'd you keep this?"
"I didn't have a chance to toss it out. Dick, look, this is silly." Jason steps closer "You know this is silly."
Dick sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Is it?"
"Ye-."
"Look at me, Jay. It's gotta be like fucking your dad."
"Brother, technically."
"Jay!"
"I would've gone with more of a 'silver fox' sorta reference."
"Jay." Dick says, annoyed
"The point is, I don't care. I don't want anyone but you." He reaches out, slowly unbuttoning Dick's shirt "Besides, you've been fucking me for well over a decade..."
"That's the problem," Dick says, grasping Jason's hands
"Pretty sure I came so hard I blacked out last night. I fail to see how that's a prob-."
"What about in another decade. Two? What then?"
Jay blinks.
"I want… I want more for you, Jay."
Jason can't think of a response.
X
He wakes in the morning, sun pouring through the window, Dick still in his tux, sitting on his side of the bed, watching him.
Dick would always be the Boy wonder in his eyes. Always be laughter and warmth, eyes crinkling at the corners. Jason stares at Dick, really stares at him. Every gray hair, every wrinkle.
"We're fucking done, aren't we?" He says, at last
"Yeah." Dick says, threading their fingers together
"We had a good run, didn't we?"
"The best."
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