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Jason walked into the bedroom, took one look at the shirt in Dick’s hand, and walked back out.
“Absolutely not.”
“Wait, Jay!” Dick chased after him, grabbing his shoulder before Jason could make it to the living room. “Come on babe.”
“Nope.”
“Just try it.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Jace,” Dick pleaded with him. “It’s perfect, you know it is. We’re gonna be the cutest couple at the bar, everyone’s gonna love it.”
Jason gave him a look. “Dick, I love you dearly, but people don’t wear matching outfits to bars. This isn’t Disney world.”
Dick’s nose scrunched up, and Jason couldn’t resist dropping a kiss right on the tip. “We couldn’t wear these to Disney World, we’d get kicked out.“
“The point still stands. I’m not wearing it.”
Jason crossed his arms and prepared for the oncoming storm. Dick rarely gave up when it came to ideas like this. Some days Jason caved, but not today, not for this. Nothing was going to sway him, not a damn thing. Dick didn’t have any favors he could cash in at the moment, he didn’t have blackmail over Jason’s head or anything he could guilt him with. Not even his signature puppy eyes would work this time. There was no chance in hell he was wearing that damned shirt to the bar.
Dick watched him for a few moments, considering his next move, then he wrapped his arms around him from behind and pressed their bodies together.
“Jay,” Dick murmured, low and dark. Oh. That was his bedroom voice. Jason’s pants tightened uncomfortably as Dick placed an open mouthed kiss against his neck, then another. He pushed his hips forward against him, grinding just enough to show how hard he was, and Jason bit his lip to hold back his moan. “Jay, baby.” His fingers burned like brands against Jason’s skin as they slipped underneath his shirt, and Jason shuddered as Dick sucked a hickey into the spot just below his jaw that always made him see stars.
“That’s cheating.” Jason’s voice wasn’t nearly as steady as he wanted it to be.
“You feel so good,” Dick whispered, equally affected. “You look so good, all the time. Everyone’s gonna want you at the club, they always eye you up every time we go. That’s why I want you to wear the shirt. No more pickup lines or innuendos or sleazy glances,” he growled, then his voice turned velvet, purring in Jason’s ear. “I want everyone to know you’re spoken for. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
Jesus.
Jason turned and caught Dick’s mouth in a kiss, placing all his unspoken desire in the flicker of tongue and the scrape of teeth. Before it could get out of control and derail their evening entirely (as much as he would love to stay in and finish what Dick started), he let the kiss grow soft and tender.
As talkative and open as Dick appeared, he rarely ever spoke about his darker emotions or insecurities. He had plenty, just as many as Jason, but he didn’t like to acknowledge them or ask for reassurance.
Maybe this whole shirt thing was just a silly joke meant to make him laugh, but Jason couldn’t dismiss the possibility that this was his boyfriend’s way of telling Jason he wasn’t comfortable with other people hitting on him when they went out.
If that was the case, Jason didn’t want to turn Dick down and reject his request for reassurance. Sure, matching shirts wasn’t Jason’s usual style, but if it would provide his boyfriend with a sense of security, he would wear the damned thing every day.
“Okay baby,” he whispered against plush lips. “Go grab your shirt. I’ll wear mine, but not without my other half.”
…
“Dude,” Roy said when Dick and Jason joined everyone at the bar.
Wally burst out laughing. “Oh my god, this is too good.” He snapped a picture on his phone, then sent it off to god knows who. Just Linda if Jason was lucky. Possibly the entire Justice League. Maybe the whole world.
“I think your shirts are delightful,” Kori smiled at them, her eyes twinkling with humor. “The dynamic of your relationship is quite… unexpected, I will admit. I would love to hear more about it.”
“Of course you would,” Jason muttered.
“I think it’s really sexy of Jason to wear matching shirts with me,” Dick squeezed Jason’s waist, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Boyfriends that wear matching shirts together, stay together.”
“We know you think Jason’s sexy, Dick,” Roy rolled his eyes. “We can all see exactly how sexy you think he is.”
He pointed at Jason’s neck, and Jason slapped a hand over the area before anyone could look too closely. It was the same spot Dick nipped and kissed earlier.
“Dick!” Jason hissed. Dick just smiled at him, feigning innocence but secretly preening. He loved marking Jason up and showing him off.
Donna shook her head at both of them. “You,” she pointed at Dick, “are a bad influence, and you,” she pointed at Jason, raising an eyebrow, “are whipped.”
Jason sighed in defeat. “Cat’s out of the bag now, I might as well admit it. I didn’t mean for you guys to find out this way, but it’s true... I’m a simp. I finally found the love of my life, and I am a weak, weak man for him.”
Dick snorted a laugh at Jason’s dramatics, but he pulled him in for a kiss anyway. He made sure to scar their audience with extra tongue as payback for giving Jason a hard time.
Everybody groaned except Jason, who chucked against his lips and kissed him back just as messily— a win-win in Dick’s book.
…
Bruce blinked down at the picture on his screen. It looked like a bar of some sort, probably downtown Gotham, definitely taken recently. Jason had an arm slug around Dick’s shoulder, glaring at someone out of frame, while Dick looked up at him with poorly concealed adoration.
Why did Barry send him this? Were they in trouble? Did they need an extraction?
Then he read the accompanying message:
Nice shirts. Buying a pair for you and Clark as we speak.
He pulled the picture back up. Jason’s shirt said “I’m Jason Fucking Todd”, and Dick’s shirt… Dick’s shirt said “I’m Fucking Jason Todd.”
Ah. He got it now. Barry was making a joke. It wouldn’t be so funny when he bought Star Labs and cut Barry’s pay.
He pulled out his phone to begin negotiations with the company, but not before sending Dick and Jason a group text.
Refrain from wearing those shirts to the Manor. It might send Alfred into an early retirement.