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Chapter 10: Now You See My Scars

REDACTED. Go read REDACTED if you want smut.

"Danny, let me see your wound!" Jason yelled through the bathroom door.

"I've got it Jason!" Danny yelled back. Jason winced at the use of his full name, Danny hadn't used it since they started dating, so he must be pissed. But Jason wasn't going to let this drop. He didn't trust Danny's basic medskills to take care of it.

"Come on, just let me look!" Jason held himself back from banging on the door.

"No. It's fine!" Danny called back.

"Don't make me come in there!" Jason yelled, getting ready to get a screwdriver to stick in the knob, bathroom doors were really easy to pick.

"I'll just phase through the floor!" Danny said.

"You're not supposed to be transforming! Dr. Thompkins said it was a bad idea till it's healed!" Jason countered. Dr. Thompkins had visited them after Tim had spilled the beans to her about Danny being Phantom. They'd told her about the destabilized/unsynced thing and she'd declared that Danny shouldn't use his powers in any way till the wound had healed.

"I think I know my own limits better than her!" Danny said. Before Jason could fire back, Danny opened the door and glared at him, arms crossed. Jason tried to see the wound, but Danny had rebandaged it and put his shirt back on. It'd been three days and Danny absolutely refused to let Jason take care of it or even see it. He wouldn't even accept help getting dressed despite the fact Jason knew it hurt for him to raise his right arm.

"If I want your help, I'll ask," Danny said coldly. Jason felt his temper rise.

"I just want to make sure you're okay," Jason said through clenched teeth.

"I've been taking care of my own injuries since I was fourteen, Jason. I don't need help," Danny said and tried to move past him, but Jason didn't let him.

"Jay," Jason growled.

"What?" Danny asked, his anger melting into confusion.

"You usually call me Jay," Jason said firmly. Danny's expression changed back to anger.

"Get out of my way, Jay," Danny said with as much cruel emphasis on the name as he could.

"Let me see your wound first," Jason said slowly.

"No means no," Danny said. "So get the fuck out of my way, or I'll punch you."

Jason narrowed his eyes, he wasn't going to lose this fight. Danny glared back at him. Jason saw the punch aimed at his jaw a mile away. He reflexively caught Danny's arm by the wrist before the blow made contact with his face. Jason realized his mistake a second too late. Danny's eyes went wide, and Jason let go.

"I'm sorry!" he blurted out as Danny shoved past him and ran for the front door. Jason went after him but the front door slammed in his face. He didn't follow further.

"God dammit!" Jason yelled and kicked the front door. He wasn't wearing shoes so the blow hurt. He refused to hop on one foot like an imbecile so instead he sank to the floor with his back against the door and put his head in his hands. He'd screwed up, again. He knew that was one of Danny's triggers. He should have known better.

He sat like that for a while, trying to control his breathing, and listening to Danny stomp around one floor down, ranting and raving to himself in a strange language. It sounded like esperonto. It wasn't a language Jason knew all that well, but he could pick out a few words, and they were mostly swears, directed he knew at himself.

Jason heard his phone chime, and on the off chance it was Danny, he dragged himself up and over to the coffee table where he'd left it. He looked at the message and sank down onto the couch. It wasn't Danny, it was Dick checking in.

Dick: How's it? R U 2 good?

Jason groaned. He heard a smash downstairs as something broke.

Jason: Yeah. We're great.

Dick: Good :) Can I come over?

"Tiu bastardo bezonas suĉi dikon!" Danny yelled from below Jason's feet.

Jason: Maybe some other time. Danny's sleeping.

Jason glared at his phone till Dick finally replied.

Dick: Ok take pics! ^_^

"Troprotekta hara kaco!" Danny yelled. "Li probable havas kaceto!"

"Hey! You leave my dick size out of this!" Jason yelled back through the floor. The swearing and stomping stopped. Jason heard Danny's front door slam and footsteps on the stairs up to his apartment. Three loud knocks sounded on Jason's front door. He vaulted over the couch to open the door. Danny stood there, arms crossed and glaring.

"You speak esperanto?!" he demanded.

"Nur iomete," Jason replied, trying not to smile at the incredulous look on Danny's face.

"Anusulo," Danny mutter and Jason lost the fight with his will and smiled.

"Where'd you learn esperanto?" Jason asked. Danny sighed and brushed past him into the apartment. He flopped down onto the couch.

"I learned it from a ghost," Danny explained as Jason joined him on the couch. He had to lift Danny's legs up and set them on his lap to fit. "He could tear his own portals into our world and back into the ghost zone, and only spoke esperanto. So I learned it from him so we could understand what he was saying." Danny paused before asking. "Where did you learn it?"

Jason sighed. He hadn't explained the whole, raised by Batman, used to be Robin thing. He guessed there was no time like the present.

"So, you know I'm Red Hood," Jason started.

"Yeah," Danny said, fiddling with a bullet cartridge he'd picked up off the coffee table.

"Well, before that I was Robin," Jason waited for this to sink in.

"I know," Danny said startling Jason.

"You know?" Jason said, with a confused face.

"Yeah," Danny confirmed, still staring at the ceiling and fiddling with the casing. "I'm not stupid Jay. Your name is Jason, your brothers names are Richard, Timothy, and Damian, and you were all adopted by a guy named Bruce. Fifty bucks his last name is Wayne. I've heard the rumors going around that Red Hood used to be a Robin, which means you're the second Robin, Dick was the first, Tim the third, and Damian the fourth. That would make Bruce Wayne Batman. Am I missing something?"

Jason had his head tipped back against the couch looking at the ceiling. He felt Danny shift as he sat up.

"You got it in one," Jason mumbled. He knew their identities were fragile, but damn. If you knew one you really knew them all.

"The one thing I can't figure out is why you'd fake your own death," Danny said, like he was thinking out loud.

"I didn't," Jason muttered.

"Huh?" Danny asked.

Jason straightened and looked Danny in the eyes.

"I didn't fake my death. I actually died," Jason explained. Danny's expression turned to shock. He looked Jason up and down like he was looking for injuries.

"What?" he said, baffled.

Jason sighed. "I actually died, the Joker killed me," he explained.

"The Joker," Danny choked.

Jason nodded. "I died and Bruce buried me. Then, six months later out of nowhere, I woke up in my coffin. Had to break out then dig myself out," he explained. Danny's look of shock didn't leave his face. "I still had all the wounds I died with, so I was basically half dead. Then some real jerks found me and fixed me up. They dumped me in a lazarus pit and riled me up. Then sicced my crazy ass on Batman. Took years before the pit madness wore off." Jason didn't mention that it hadn't fully worn off and he still felt it bubbling inside him sometimes.

"So we're both undead creeps," Danny grinned at him and Jason burst out laughing.

"Yeah, I guess we are," he said, trying to get himself under control. "Now, from one undead creep to another, will you at least tell me why you won't let me look at your wound?" Jason asked gently. He knew it was dangerous to bring this up again. It might set Danny off, but he wanted to know. Whatever it was, Jason knew he could handle it, and he wanted Danny to trust him enough to do so. Danny's expression fell and he crossed his arms tightly over his chest, looking away from Jason.

"I don't want you to see," he muttered.

"See what?" Jason asked, even though he thought he knew.

"I have a scar," Danny muttered.

"Danny, I have tons of scars, they don't bother me," Jason said. Danny shook his head.

"Not like this," Danny argued. Jason raised an eyebrow at him and started to take off his shirt. Danny turned to look back at him and raised a hand to stop him.

"What're you doing?" he asked.

"Proving a point," Jason said and took off his shirt. He watched Danny's expression change from confusion, to horror, to understanding as he scanned every inch of Jason's bare chest. The pit had washed away some of his lesser scars, but not all of them, and in the years he'd been back, he'd earned a lot more. But the one that was drawing Danny's attention, was the Y shaped scar that marred his entire torso, his autopsy scar.

Danny met Jason's eyes, and Jason saw the acceptance and love there. Danny hesitated only for a moment, and then drew his own shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. Jason's guess had been right. Danny bore the same scar, but crueler, like the wound had been reopened over and over. He bore other marks too, slashes and burns and ones that had been badly stitched together. Five years of battle and torture scars were raised across his chest, and they did nothing to diminish how beautiful he was. Jason also saw the bandage that covered Danny's recent wounds. It was small, far smaller than Jason had expected. He could even see a few stitches poking out where the doctors had had to cut into Danny to get the bullets out. They were mostly healed. Jason realized Danny had accelerated healing, the little bastard.

"We match," Danny said softly, touching Jason's scar. It was too much for Jason to take. He kissed Danny, more passionately than he had before. Danny leaned into him, wrapping his arms around his neck and Jason scooped him up. He stood with his small, adorable boyfriend in his arms and carried him to the bedroom. Jason dropped him roughly on the bed and Danny laughed as he bounced. It was a beautiful, musical sound and it drove the hunger in Jason wild.

Jason climbed onto the bed with Danny, hovering over him, and kissed him again. Danny tangled his fingers in Jason's hair. Jason teased at Danny's lips with his tongue and Danny opened his mouth to let him in. Jason explored his boyfriend's mouth, feeling and tasting every inch. He pulled away and kissed Danny's neck. Danny ran his hands down Jason's back, following the lines of scars.

Jason kissed his way down Danny's neck, biting and teasing as he went, till he came to his shoulder, and the top to the scar there. He met Danny's eyes, searching for any sign he was pushing too far, but Danny just smiled at him with a deep blush on his face.

"You're beautiful," Jason said, because it was true, and kissed the top of the scar. He moved his away down Danny's chest, following the scar down, down down, but careful to avoid the bandage. When he reached the end of the scar at Danny's navel, he looked up at his boyfriend's face. Danny was breathing heavily, and Jason smiled at him, all teeth and mischief.

"May I?" he asked.

Danny blushed deep red and squirmed under Jason's intense gaze. He nodded jerkily.

"I need to hear you say it," Jason said, his voice sultry.

"Please," Danny moaned and Jason's grinned widened. He was going to tease and please Danny and show him just how beautiful he was, scars and all.

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REDACTED. Go read REDACTED if you want smut.

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"Oh my god Dick, get your boots off my coffee table!" Jason yelled from the kitchen where he was kneading dough.

"Sorry!" Dick called back and put his boots back on the floor.

"Five people is too many for this apartment," Jason groaned. Danny, who was sitting at the counter in front of him, laughed.

"It's kinda nice," Danny said, looking over his shoulder to watch the antics. Tim was in a wheelchair with a laptop across his legs, how they'd gotten him up the stairs Jason didn't know. Dick and Damian were having a heated conversation about school that looked like it was about to devolve into a physical fight. Someone banged on the door and Jason groaned.

"I'll get it," Danny said and leapt off the stool. The stool wobbled for a few moments before it fell to the floor with a crash.

"Opps," Danny said, cringing and looking back over his shoulder. Someone knocked again and Danny finished his rush to the door.

"Hello?" Danny said, unsure when he opened the door.

"Who is it?" Jason called, he couldn't see the other side of the door from his place in the kitchen.

"Jason!" a familiar female darted passed Danny and across the small apartment. She collided with the counter and leaned over it, her feet lifting off the floor. Red hair swirled around her face.

"Stephanie?!" Jason asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Dick invited us," she said cheerily, plopping down on a stool.

"Us?" Jason asked, fear creeping into his voice.

"Wow, there's quite a crowd here," Barbara said as she rolled into the apartment, Cassandra Cain following close behind.

"Dick!" Jason yelled, accusingly.

"What?" Dick asked, looking over at Jason and grinning his stupid face off. Jason wanted to demand why he invited the girls, but he didn't want to seem like he didn't want them here. It wasn't that, but he would have liked to have known they were coming.

"I'm guessing Dicky didn't tell you we were coming?" Stephanie said, smiling evilly at him. She'd clearly known their vist would be a surprise and just wanted to piss Jason off.

Danny had closed the door and come back over to the counter. He righted his stool and sat next to Stephanie.

"Um not to be rude, but who are you?" he asked, unsure.

"Stephanie, or Batgirl if you prefer," she smiled at him.

"You're Batgirl?" Danny asked, surprised.

"Yup, and that's Barbara," she pointed. "You know her as Oracle. And that's Cass, or Black Bat," she explained. Cass had perched awkwardly on the recliner and Barbara had joined in the conversation Dick and Damian were having. Cass eyed Danny warily, like she hadn't decided if he was an enemy or not yet. Danny noticed her looks and his back stiffened.

"Cass isn't going to hurt you unless she deems you a threat," Stephanie said, though she was clearly enjoying how her partner unnerved him.

"And how do I show her I'm not a threat?" Danny asked, turning his back to the room and looking at Jason.

"Don't attack anyone she loves," Jason said, slapping his ball of dough on the counter and covering it with a towel to let it rise.

"I hope you've made enough," Stephanie said, eyeing the ball.

"I didn't know I was going to be feeding the whole goddamn city," Jason growled through clenched teeth.

"I'm sure it will be fine," Danny said.

…

It was not fine. They didn't have enough pizza, or enough ice cream, so Dick went on a supply run and came back with three frozen pizzas and four tubs of ice creams of the weirdest flavors Jason had ever seen. By the time all the food had been devoured, feeding eight vigilantes was no small feat, Jason's kitchen was a mess.

"You all are a bunch of slobs!" Jason declared, standing in the wreck of his kitchen as the movie credits rolled.

"Not our fault you're a neat freak!" Stephanie called from where she was sprawled on the floor.

"You shut your mouth!" Jason called back, but his tone was playful. Someone's phone alarm went off and everyone groaned.

"I'm too stuffed for patrol," Dick groaned.

"Get up," Damian swatted at him and Dick covered his head with his arms.

"You're mean, Dami," Dick whined. Damian kicked him in the shin and the man yelped. Dick pulled the boy down and the wrestling match began.

"Well, who's going to carry me down the stairs?" Barbara said as she rolled away from the fight that was happening on the floor, a fight Stephanie joined when a stray foot got her in the knee.

"Who carried you up the stairs?" Jason asked, giving up on cleaning his kitchen before patrol.

"Stephanie," Barbara said. "But it looks like she's busy."

"I need help too," Tim said from where he was pressed against the wall, blocked from escape by the flailing limbs on the floor. "Preferably before they knock me over." Cass, who was about the same height as Tim, deftly stepped around the flailing bodies. She scooped him up out of his chair with ease and moved away from the danger zone. She set him on one of Jason's dinner table chairs, before going back for his wheelchair. By the time Tim was safely in the wheelchair again, the fight by the couch had mostly stopped.

"Look, everyone just get out of my apartment," Jason said. "We need to get ready for patrol."

…

Jason wasn't alone on patrol like he had been for a week. Dr. Thompkins had begrudgingly cleared Danny for work, he really did heal fast. Jason had finally gotten to see Danny transform. He was amazed at how his clothes changed and questioned Danny on how it worked, but the meta didn't actually know.

"Hey," Jason said. "I never asked why you wear a blindfold." Danny looked at him for a second, as if deciding how to answer.

"It's just what I had," Danny explained. "And my eyes glow green, even in the dark. So it helps me hide in the shadows better."

"You'll have to show me that sometime," Jason said, interested.

Danny's only response was a smirk.

Magic clothes besides, Jason was just glad to have Phantom back. It was a relief not to watch his own back anymore. Jason was surprised how much he'd come to rely on Phantom, and how much more difficult things were without a partner. He understood why Batman always kept his Robin's close.

With Phantom back, the night went smoothly, and they were casually walking the streets, doing one last sweep of the city before bed.

"Are you still holding up?" Jason asked, looking at Phantom from under his helmet.

"Yup," Phantom said, popping the P. Jason had the thought that kissing Phantom might be interesting, especially with that missing tooth. But then he remembered how cold Phantom's skin was and he dismissed the idea. He was so distracted by this thought, that he completely missed the giant hammer as it swung for his head.

Sorry, I try not to do cliffhangers too often, but I couldn't resist. Let me know what you thought. Here's what Danny and Jason said in esperanto.

Danny, "That bastard needs to suck a dick." "Over protective hairy dick. He probably has a small dick!."

Jason, "Just a little bit."

Danny again, "Just a little bit."