Waking up with Dick's entire weight on top of him and Dick's hair in his mouth and a wet patch soaking through the collar of his shirt that was probably Dick's drool probably shouldn't have made Jason as pleased as it did, but here he was, nonetheless, with a warm, glowy feeling in his chest and rebellious lips that were trying way too hard to smile way too early in the day. He ran a gentle hand up and down over Dick's back until he felt Dick turn his face further into the crook of his neck with a small groan.

"Morning," he felt more than heard Dick mumble after a moment.

"Mm." The hand on Dick's back moved up to run through the back of his hair, and he felt Dick press a kiss to his neck before turning his head so Jason could hear him better.

"'M I crushing you?" He made as if to roll off of Jason.

"Nn-nn." Jason wrapped both arms around Dick tightly to keep him there and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, and Dick relaxed again.

"You're really fucking comfortable, you know," he sighed, burying his face back in the crook of Jason's neck.

Eventually they got up and Dick helped Jason to the table.

"Eggs and toast?" Dick asked, heading back to the kitchen, but Jason caught his wrist.

"Oh no you don't," he said, voice rough with sleep. "No stove. I do not trust you with an open flame without my supervision."

"I'm twenty six! I can handle some eggs!"

"Can you?"

"Yes!" Dick gave him hurt puppy eyes, and Jason— ohh those were a fucking weapon that really wasn't playing fair.

Jason paused. "If you set anything on fire, I'm never letting you back into my kitchen," he finally said.

Dick's face broke into one of his dazzling, sunny grins, and that really wasn't playing fair either because Jason would say just about anything to get one of those. "I won't!" he chirped, disappearing into the kitchen.

As far as Jason was aware, there were no unplanned fires — or if there were, they were put out quickly and quietly — and the eggs were only slightly rubbery. Okay, a lot rubbery, but they were edible and they weren't burnt and Jason's kitchen was still standing and (as far as he knew) unscorched, so Jason was counting it as a success.

Dick took the dishes, telling Jason to stay put and not fuck up his ankle. Jason listened to Dick chatter away as he did the dishes until he cut off with an, "Uh-oh."

Jason felt a deep sense of foreboding for all of half a second before there was the sound of something loudly shattering. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back against the back of his chair. Couldn't win 'em all — that was probably the universe handing out its due disaster after the lack of fires.

"There's a broom in the closet next to the bathroom."

"Ah, thanks!"

There was some clinking as Dick put the bigger pieces in the trash. A suspicious amount of clinking. A very suspicious amount of clinking. How many fucking dishes did Dick just drop on his fucking floor? Jason was going to have to go shopping tomorrow, wasn't he. He could feel it in his bones.

Dick swept up the mess quickly and then brought out an ice pack and helped Jason to the couch.

They decided to watch a movie, settling in leaned against each other and holding hands much to Jason's contentment, and Jason behaved, keeping his ankle elevated with the ice on it until about an hour and a half in, when Dick had gotten up to go to the bathroom. The ice pack was completely room temperature by this point, and so Jason decided to get up and hop his way to the kitchen to get more ice. It was in the name of ankle care, okay.

He got to the freezer and switched out the ice pack for a new one, and turned to leave before seeing the cabinets where he kept his dishes. Couldn't hurt to check what was missing.

Jason hopped the couple feet over and opened the cabinet with the plates and bowls. He blinked blankly at it for a moment and then started laughing. There were no plates. Every single one of his plates was gone. What the hell had been going on in Dick's head that he'd decided he needed to take out all the plates, Jason had no fucking idea, but now he couldn't stop laughing. There was just something so hysterically funny about Dick shattering all of his plates.

He heard Dick come into the kitchen behind him.

"Oh yeah, uh, sorry."

"How?" Jason asked, still laughing.

"I had the clean ones in my hand and I took the rest out to stack them on top and then the whole pile overbalanced."

"Why would you put the clean ones on the bottom?"

"You don't rotate your dishes?" Dick asked, blinking up at him like it had never occurred to him that his way might not be the normal process of doing things.

"Why?"

"So you don't always use the same ones."

Jason pulled Dick into a hug, his shoulders still slightly shaking as he chuckled, holding Dick close and pressing his cheek against the side of Dick's head, running his fingers through the back of his hair. "Never change, Dickie."

~*~

Dick liked this domesticity thing, he could definitely get used to this. Even if he felt like kind of an asshole for breaking all of Jason's plates. It had been an accident though, and at least Jason hadn't been mad about it.

He felt a little thrill as they got into bed together for the second night in a row — Dick just got to do this now, he could just have Jason — and turned to face him. "Do you wanna go on a date tomorrow? Let me woo you." He slid his hand up to rest on the dip of Jason's waist.

Jason opened his eyes, and Dick's breath caught. "You've already wooed me. But sure."

"Did you know your eyes glow in the dark?"

"What?"

"Yeah, they're totally glowing."

"Oh. That...must be the Pit, I guess?" Jason shut his eyes. "Is it freaky?"

"No." Dick moved his hand up to stroke over his cheek. "You're not exactly the first person with glowing eyes I've dated. They're pretty."

Jason's eyes opened again in surprise. "Oh yeah. Kory. Do they look the same?"

"Not at all. Yours are bluer, and like a ring rather than the whole eye, it's just the iris. And they're...glowier. Softer, not as intense." He stroked his thumb over Jason's cheek. "Prettier," he decided.

A shy smile crept onto Jason's face. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Dick slid his fingers up through Jason's fringe, twisting the white streak around his fingers. "When are you gonna realize how pretty you are, zombie boy?"

Jason laughed. "Maybe never, circus boy. Why don't you keep telling me?"

Dick huffed out a laugh and kissed him softly on the lips. "You're gorgeous," he whispered, before kissing him again. "Handsome." Another kiss. "Stunning." And again. "Breathtaking." Yet another. "Dazzling—"

"Shh," Jason interrupted him. "Just kiss me. Extole my virtues later." He caught his lips in a slow kiss.

"I'll be holding you to that," Dick mumbled against his lips. "I'm gonna extole the fuck out of every damn virtue you have."

"Mhm good thing the list is short."

Dick nipped at his bottom lip and then pulled away slightly. "And this is exactly why I'm gonna do it. Your self esteem is tragic."

"Oh yes, keep those compliments coming."

"You're impossible."

"I try, baby. Now kiss me."

Dick was all too happy to comply.