Yes. :3 Chapter 3. I want to thank everyone for all their lovely reviews! Ya'll are so sweet, and all your words make me happy, so thank you so much. :)
I know this chapter is a few words shorter than the other two, but I hope ya'll enjoy it anyways!
It was all like a horrible nightmare. Like one of those nightmares that are so degrading that you actually are enjoying it and do not want to admit it, but never want it to end.
The whole situation was all so awkward too, Jason in Tim's room. At first Jason had sat down on his bed, but Tim gave him this look that said, "Oh god, I am going to have to dip that in so much bleach to clean it – you know what, forget the bleach, I'm just gonna burn it." Not trying to make everything anymore difficult, Jason slid down to the floor.
Without saying anything, Tim left the room and Jason figured he left to change out of his costume and into more normal clothes. This gave Jason the opportunity to look around his younger brother's room. He did not physically stand up and move around because he felt that if he would move he would contaminate one more object for Tim to burn the germs off. There was a few posters of video games tapped neatly on the walls. A bookshelf was pushed into the wall opposite of where a desk and a laptop computer sat up on that.
A few minutes later Tim walked back into the room, he was dressed in blue jeans and a red A shirt. He was speaking on his phone as he reached for his computer, logging into an online game, "Okay Bart, I'll be on in a sec – bye." he hung up his phone and put on a headset connected to the computer.
From the floor Jason watched as Tim's computer booted up into a video game. He talked into the headset, "Okay, go into deeper into the dungeon and I'll go against the boss. No, I have not leveled up since last time we tried. I can do it."
Tim obviously was not doing to good of a job, and Jason was tired of seeing him fuck up. Soundlessly, Jason walked behind Tim and stretched his arms over his shoulders and above the key board, "Like this." He pressed three keys at the same time and the character on the screen did a move that instantly killed the boss.
"How did you..." Tim inquired as he stared up at Jason.
"I play – sometimes." Jason half admitted, and triumphantly walked back to his spot on the floor.
"Um, thanks." Tim glanced back at Jason for a few seconds before resuming his gameplay. "Okay, Bart. It's done."
The longer he stayed, the less awkward Jason was feeling. In fact, the nightmare faded into one of those dreams you are too afraid to dream because you know it will never come true, but there it was...coming true. Tim waved for Jason to come to the computer, just like he was like any other big brother helping a younger sibling with a video game.
The two played for about an hour before Dick knocked at the door and let himself in, "Everyone still alive?" but before he could continue speaking he was caught off guard by the sight of Tim playing one of his online games and Jason helping him out.
"Hey, Dick." Tim waved, but his attention was dragged back into the game by a comment on the other side of the headset, "No, I didn't call you anything, Dick came in the room and – Fine."
Jason ruffled Tim's hair before going with Nightwing into his room.
"So were you having fun in there?" Dick closed the door behind them.
"Ye – um, kinda." Jason tried to pull back words that he would never be able to get back. "When can I go back home?"
"We'll have to sneak you out in the morning." Dick figured that would be the safest, he reached out and touched Jason on the shoulder. "Thank you so much for coming back here, I was not expecting that you would, and that you'd stay in Tim's room for a few hours and not kill him."
Jason did not know how to respond, he thought about multiple words hoping that that would eventually form a sentence but it did not happen.
"You can sleep in my bed if you want." Dick offered, removing his hand.
"No." Jason declined automatically, he knew that Dick had a thing for redheads, and he was sadly a redhead that covered it all up in black.
"That's fine," Dick smiled, his teeth were all so perfect and white, and straight despite the fact that he's been hit in the face more times than anyone can count.
"I can help you get into your bed though," Jason grabbed Dick's arm and put it around his neck but when he peeked over at his big brother he was caught in his stare. Dick's eyes – they were magnificent.
Jason was mesmerized by the way the light from the lamp at his beside jumped around at multiple angles in his eyes. It almost made Jason want to...
Then it happened, Dick kissed him. It was a quick, soft peck on the lips but it was enough to send all the neurons in Jason's brain into a panicked frenzy. The action was so unexpected, so breath taking and unknown that Jason fainted.
Dick caught him by the armpits before he hit the ground and gently set him on the floor. "Hey," Dick loomed over Jason and began yanking on his ear a few times to irritate him. "Hey, wake up. Did my breath smell or something?"
Jason growled, slapping Dick's hand out of the way, his eyes fluttered open.
"Are you okay?" Dick leaned closer toward Jason.
A mild blush rolled across Jason's face, as he glared up at Dick. He was aware of what had happened, that the shock of Dick kissing him stressed him out so badly he fainted. Jason was not blushed from embarrassment, but because he had actually enjoyed the kiss. Even though it was a short, tiny peck, the connection of flesh was almost pleasant.
"Jay-bird?" Dick's tone was low and soft, and made Jason blush even more.
Jason wanted to grab Dick by the back of the neck and pull him into another kiss, but instead he sat up. Dick kept on talking, but none of the words were registering in Jason's mind.
"...I'm really sorry I kissed you." Dick lowered his head and stared down at his knees almost as if he was ashamed.
"Don't be," Jason assured, lifted Dick off the floor and back onto his bed, "I..." I kinda liked it. "I mean – I can't blame you for wanting to kiss me. Maybe I should go," Jason sat next to Dick on his bed.
"How?" Dick tried not to sound like he was protesting and wanting Jason to stay, but some of that want rolled out with the word. Then he tried to cover up his sentence, "There are tons of cameras out there."
"And I know where they all are." Jason claimed, wrapping a single arm around Dick's shoulders in a failed attempt to reasure him.
"Be careful, Jason."
