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Dick Grayson is fairly well-known within the Bats for his ‘octopus hugs’. He is also well known for randomly hugging you, regardless of what you are doing or what you say.
His next victim? Jason.
The twenty-year-old was sitting in the mostly quiet family room, rereading a book. Their mistake was to sit on the sofa instead of an armchair.
Vaguely Jason hears the door open and footsteps cross the room. Without looking up from their book, they matches the footsteps to a person, Dick.
Oh no.
Before they can get up (and therefore avoid the incoming hug), Dick has crossed the room and has wrapped them in a hug.
He feels Jason stiffen in his arms. This was a bad idea. He should leave.
“This is terrible, I hate you,” Yup, he should leave.
“I can leave?”
Dick goes to pull away but before he can fully let go of his brother, he feels Jason shift and hears a faint click. He turns to see a gun being pointed at him.
But this one has an orange stripe running along its barrel. It's got nothing but dummy rounds in it.
Despite what every other part of him is telling him, Jason says “No. You stay right the fuck here.”
“Alright, I’m not going anywhere,”
It takes a bit of rearranging, and Jason makes an odd sound when Dick moves to sit beside them on the sofa.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he repeats.
Once they are both settled again, Jason pulls their arms out so that they can hug him back.
When one of their hands accidentally touches the exposed skin of Dick’s arm, a shiver passes through them.
That just makes Dick hug them tighter. It is five minutes later that he realises that Jason has fallen asleep. Welp, it looks like he’s stuck here for the foreseeable future as there’s no way he’s going to wake them up.