omg I had so many ideas for this 'verse why am I only updating now

so without further adieu (or is it ado?), here are some shorts (becuase I had too many ideas to focus on just one) for WJGHBH.


"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty."

Jason shot up.

He definitely wasn't in Wayne Manor anymore. He was lying on a big blue bed, that really didn't look slept in all that often. The room had newspaper clippings tacked onto the wall, but other then that, was insanely clean. The lights were ridiculously bright, but something was blocking them.

Dick leaned over him, eyebrows raised.

"Err-" Jason bit his cheek, not really sure how to explain about the reason he was in Titans Tower. "Hi?"

"Hi," Dick sighed, sounding specifically un-Dick-like. No sarcasm, no joke, not even a smile. He seemed. . .tired. Which was totally ridiculous, because Nightwing didn't get tired.

The older boy moved out of the way, becoming less of a silhouette and more of a person, letting Jason get a good look at him. His normally - totally wicked - spiked hair was flat on his head. His blue eyes looked bloodshot and droopy, with almost the darkest rings Jason had ever seen around them. Almost, because he saw Bruce without coffee every morning, and that wasn't pretty.

"So," Jason began awkwardly.

Dick's lips twitched upwards, and Jason took some pride in the fact that he'd made Richard Grayson smile. Not that it was probably a hard thing to do, he guessed, but it was still epic that he'd done it. "Come here often?"

Jason blushed. "Well-uh-"

"What's up?" Dick sighed again, flopping on top of him. "Wait, no, let me guess. You need advice-slash-are having a premature midlife crisis. Girl trouble?"

Jason tried to speak through Dick's head. "Ngh."

"Taking that as a no. Let's see, did you crash the Bat-Mobile?"

He shook his head.

"Break the chandelier? Or one of Alfie's favorite vases?"

"No," Jason said, wriggling his head out from under Dick's.

Dick clambered off of him, sitting across from him, but leaning against the pillows. "Fight with Bruce?"

Jason nodded slowly. If anyone knew about that, it had to be Dick. He'd been in tons of fights with Bruce. But he didn't really want to think about it, at least not then. "Bada-bing, bada-boom. First try!" Dick said weakly. In fact, all the older boy's words had seemed kind of wooden, without any real power behind them, but theses ones had seemed a lot gentler than usual. "Want to talk about it?"

"Not. . . Not right now. But maybe sometime tomorrow?"

"Sure. Tell me in the. . ." he leaned lazily over to the dresser to see the clock. elbows jabbing Jason's chest. "Early afternoon. Or better yet, late afternoon."

Dick sunk back under the covers, gesturing for him to do the same. As soon as he had, the blanket got yanked over their heads. Dick smiled tiredly at him. "You came to the right place, little bro. Bruce doesn't come anywhere near me or the Titans.

Jason smiled back. "Hey, Dick? Thank you."

"Anytime. Replacement, anytime," the older boy closed his eyes, wiggling even lower into their cocoon. "I can even introduce you to the Titans, Roy and Kory will love you. So will Donna and-" Dick yawned. "You'll see. Just keep being your bad-ass self."

He made himself gasp. "Don't let Alfred hear you say that!"

"Benefit to living away from home, little bro, you get to do what you want," the Titan mumbled. "When you want. Now scooch over some. I need a cuddle."

If it had come from anyone else, Jason would have been all like 'naw, fool, I ain't going to cuddle with you,' but it was coming from Richard Grayson, who could probably break every bone in his body, and who was letting him stay him, and was his older brother. And, yeah, okay, maybe he'd wanted a hug.

Besides, who else could say that they'd been spooned platonically by Nightwing?


"You ready?"

Jason nodded.

"Okay. Fire!"

He squeezed down on the trigger as hard as he could, but he still can't make himself watch.

"Nice," Dick chuckled, and Jason finally cracked an eye open. The soda can has a bullet hole straight through the center, and it's crumpled in on itself. "You sure this was your first shot?"

"Yeah! Can I try again?"

Dick gave him a look. "Kid. The whole point of me driving you out to an obscure location with a soda can and this," he gestured to the gun, "was to get you to chill out about the whole 'incident'."

.

Two-Face had smirked, holding up a gun and a single bullet.

"We're going to play a game, boys," he'd said, loading it in. "Russian Roulette, a personal favorite of mine."

Jason had twisted his head around to look at Nightwing, who was bleeding from the mouth. The older boy reached though the jungle of handcuffs and ropes to grab his hand, squeezing it weakly.

The gun made a clicking sound. "Who's first?"

.

Predictably, Jason had gotten freaked out by the incident, especially since there were only six chambers, and Dick had taken the even numbers. The bullet had yet to go off after the fifth barrel when Batman had surged in, taking down the villain. Afterwards, he'd been a little. . . clingier than usual.

Nightwing had almost died.

So Dick has taken him to a secluded area, with the - still loaded - gun and a soda. Nine sips and one gunshot later. . .

"There," the older boy said, breaking him out of his thoughts as he examined the can. "That bullet won't kill anyone, ever."

"Who taught you how to shoot?" His brother (he'd never get tired of that title) had told him all the basics, so he obviously knew.

Dick's smirk tightened. "Why? Jealous?"

"No! But seriously, no one gets that good without a teacher."

"Slade Wilson," Dick shrugged casually, like it wasn't a big deal, which usually meant it was a big deal, but he'd never heard of 'Slade Wilson', so maybe it really wasn't?

"C'mon, replacement," he slung a tense arm around Jason's shoulders. "I don't want to corrupt you any further. God knows the last thing Gotham needs is another crazy running around shooting people."

"I'm not crazy!" Jason protested, purposely bumping into him.

"Sure, kid. Maybe you can inform me more about how entirely sane you are on patrol, while you're dressed up in red, green and yellow spandex with a man who looks like a giant bat."

Jason scoffed. "Look who's talking!"

"...Touché."


requests welcome! Also, pretty please with dick and Jason on top...review? You know you want to. It's right there. So close...REVIEW