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“That settles that then,” Dick Grayson says with the finality that only a confident man such as Dick Grayson can speak with. The man in question is currently fixing his jammed grapple gun so he can swing away from the massive drug bust they made in the warehouse below.
Jason grumbles, “What?” He’s angry. Mostly because he has better places he’d rather be, and more importantly, better people he could be with. Apparently, no one else could back-up Red Robin and Nightwing. Jason shoves his gun in his holster with more force than necessary and thanks a higher being that with the Red Hood, no one could see his pout.
“You’re the straight brother.”
“Oh?” Well that’s news to Jason, a very queer individual with a boyfriend.
“Yep,” Dick sings, smiles, seems totally oblivious to the fact that Jason’s response was not exactly encouragement. “Red Robin finally came out to Batman last week!” He finishes with excitement, ever aware of the open environment and their cowls so using code names.
Jason turns to look at the kid, Tim Drake is not looking at him but his nervous fiddling with his utility belt gives him away. He may have come out to Bruce, but he’s not confident in coming out to Jason. He asked Dick to do it for him, which probably means that someone else could have been back up and he didn’t have to be here. Jason sighs at the thought of his lost evening, time to be a good ‘brother.’
“He didn’t know already? World’s Greatest Detective my ass.” Tim chuckles a bit and looks up at him. Success. “So, how’d you do it? Big fanfare? A sign? A cake? Was there confetti?”
“He-” Dick starts to answer for Tim.
“I,” Tim interrupts, getting a nod from the older man to go on, “may have procrastinated it until I got captured and thought I was going to die alongside Batman so I turned to him and told him I was with Bart and Conner and when he didn’t respond I got really freaked out that he wasn’t going to accept me and I may have rambled on a bit about my struggle with identity, sexuality and gender wise, and how I finally accepted myself as I am right now and there were some tears and I went over my preferred pronouns, which are he/they. In the end, it turns out he just had a key in his mouth that he stole from a grunt that would shut down the kill program so that was why he wasn’t responding.”
Jason couldn’t help it, he started laughing. “Ah, Red, you make quite the impression.” He held his hand out for a fist bump with Tim’s own. Then, Jason looked back to Dick, who had the widest smile on his face. Fuck, this wasn’t going to be good.
The police sirens down below disrupted his dread, though, and the vigilantes scrammed.