The next time Dick found him, it was on patrol again and it was with a chili dog in either hand.
"Here, since you fed me last weekend." Dick held one of them out to him.
"Wow, didn't know you thought I was such a cheap date," Jason said, and oh shit that definitely hadn't been run by his brain before it came out of his mouth, what the fuck?
Dick laughed, but his cheeks looked a bit red. "What can I say, you haven't been putting out."
Jason felt his face flame red and was suddenly very grateful for his helmet. "Didn't know that was how you played it."
"I don't, I don't really," Dick said, offering the chili dog again.
Jason gave his face a moment to return to its normal color before taking his helmet off, tucking it under his arm and taking the food. "Thanks." He took a bite. "Oh fuck yeah you got these from my favorite stand," he said with his mouth full, but Dick didn't comment on it.
"I know a thing or two," was all he said.
They sat on the edge of the roof, dangling their legs over the side, and ate in silence.
"Thanks," Jason said again. "I guess you're not half bad."
"I'll take that," Dick said, shoving the last of his chili dog in his mouth.
"I'm still not putting out though," Jason said, and wow his mouth was really on a fucking roll tonight just talking without his approval, huh?
Dick choked rather dramatically until Jason whacked him on the back. "That's fine," he eventually squeaked, and Jason laughed so hard he fell off of the roof and had to shoot out a grappling line to catch himself.
Okay maybe he didn't mind his mouth getting him into trouble that much.
~*~
Dick was in hell. Or no, was this purgatory?
Either way, it was fucking impossible to tell if Jason was flirting with him, and he kind of just wanted to bang his head repeatedly against a wall. Or hang out with Jason some more, because he hated himself. No, fuck it, confusing signals or not, it wasn't self-hate, Jason was just really nice to be around.
It would really fucking help if Dick could tell when he was being serious or not, though.