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“Pay attention to me, Little Wing!” Dick complains, wrapping his arms around Jason’s torso, clinging to him as if he’s trying to swim out of the sea.
“I am,” Jason says absently as he tries to work in Bruce’s kitchen to bake, “I’m paying attention to your health, anyway.”
Dick clings to Jason tighter. “I’m gonna fall if you keep moving.”
“You’re not,” Jason says, as Dick’s right foot slips out from under him and he falls, landing on his back with a grunt. Jason pauses what he’s doing to look down at Dick, trying his best not to laugh.
“Ugh,” Dick groans, sitting up and rubbing his back. “That hurt.” Jason allows himself to laugh. Dick’s face goes red.
“Oh, God, that was so good-“ Jason continues to laugh. Dick slaps Jason’s foot. “Sorry, Jesus, that was... okay, okay, it’s fine.” Jason extends his hand. Dick begrudgingly takes it. “You gonna help me bake?”
Dick shoots Jason a look as he fixes his hair. “Yeah, okay. What are we baking.”
“We could make Alfred some cupcakes. I made frosting earlier so I just need to make the rest of it.” Dick nods along. “You better help instead of sitting on your ass on the floor.” Dick smacks Jason lightly on the shoulder for that.
“You got the ingredients out?”
“Lemme check.” Jason pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket and reads the ingredients aloud. “125 grams caster sugar, 125 grams softened butter, 125 grams self raising flour, 2 large eggs, 1 teaspoon vanilla essence.”
Thunder booms loudly outside once Jason’s finished, making Dick flinch. The smell of rain seeps in through the window left open in the kitchen. Jason shuts it right before thunder crackles again, a bit quieter this time. Jason chooses to ignore the way Dick looks away from the window.
“I think I got everything.” Jason sets the paper down. “Now, I made the mistake of not writin’ any directions. Got any ideas, Dickface?” Lighting lights up the already well-lit room, and Jason knows what’s soon to follow.
Dick shrugs. “I think it’ll be fine if we just shove all of the stuff into a mixer.” He tries to mask how he flinches when the thunder comes. Jason bites his lip.
“Okay, sure. Go ahead and do that. I need me some tunes.” Jason quickly moves to the living room next to the kitchen and grabs the portable CD player. He grabs a random CD and puts it in while walking back into the kitchen.
When he gets back in, the Dick is in the process of cracking the second egg. Jason sets the CD player now blasting Queen down on the counter, away from everything else. He hopes the sound of Freddie Mercury’s beautiful voice will drown out the thunderstorm outside.
Once every ingredient is in the mixer, Dick turns it on and begins to mix everything in. Jason sits on a stool by the bar and observes.
Jason’s never been much of a baker, just like how Dick’s never been much of a cook. They’re good in their respective fields. Jason with baking is sure to end in disaster. Even though Dick can’t cook very well, he can still manage to make something edible without burning down the kitchen.
After a solid minute, Dick turns the mixer off and sets it on the counter. Jason stands to look at what Dick has done.
“Eh, maybe mix it for a bit longer,” he says. Dick nods and moves to grab it again, but Jason gets to it first. He turns it back on and mixes it up for another minute.
“I think that’s good, hopefully.” Dick turns the mixer off for Jason. Jason glares at him, but lets him take the mixer. Jason grabs a cupcake tin and sets it next to Dick.
He allows Dick to put the mix into the tin, albeit hesitantly. He makes sure to monitor how much Dick puts into each section and puts in comments when they’re necessary.
Jason puts them in the oven for twenty minutes after Dick finishes. The two sit on stools next to each other at the bar.
“Think Alfred will like them?”
“He’s gonna think they’re poisoned, probably,” says Jason honestly. Dick rolls his eyes and looks at the bar.
“I’m not helping ice it, by the way. You’re too pushy with that stuff.” Jason pushes on Dick gently for that comment.
“Yeah, yeah, okay.”
Alfred comes home an hour later to find chocolate frosted vanilla cupcakes waiting on the kitchen table for him, a sticky note attached to it saying ‘with love, dick + jason’.