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Dick hovered over Damian, checking his stitches and taking his vitals for the nth time of the night, Damian’s patience was growing thin, Dick could feel it in the clipped answers and glares. Even Bruce had noticed his constant hovering, sending him worried glances. Dick knew he needed to get a hold of himself, but he couldn’t, he felt giddy and anxious, his skin itched, and he wanted to curl under a heavy blanket, or run laps around the manor until he couldn’t walk anymore.
He needed a vacation. Anxious energy made him want to crawl out of his skin, the lack of sleep was wearing on him, and the anxiety of seeing Damian injured made it all worse.
Dick sat next to Damian, his right leg bounced up and down, and he worried his lower lip with his teeth. He stood up again despite Damian’s grunt, taking the kid’s temperature once again.
“Stop hovering!” Damian yelled, shoving Dick away, “Why won’t you go away and stop bothering me?!”
Damian’s voice was thick, a little rough. Dick trembled, letting the thermometer fall to the floor, he took a step back, hyperventilating as he walked away from Damian. Dick went as far as the med bay let him, falling on his knees and clasping his hands on the small of his back, looking at the floor as tears filled his eyes.
Far away Dick heard Damian's distressed words, and Bruce's angry voice, and he felt the ceiling coming down on him. He felt his fingers tingling, his mouth dry, and the need to be as little as possible under Bruce's booming shouts.
"Sorry, sorry," Dick mumbled, shaking.
He heard Damian calling him, desperate. His breath hitched, he was doing something wrong, and he was making Damian feel bad.
A hand tilted Dick's head, warm and firm. Dick looked up at Jason, blocking Dick's view of Damian and Bruce.
"Look at me, take deep breaths," Jason ordered, voice soft, Dick blinked up, letting some tears fall from his eyes. "Good, you are doing great."
Jason wiped the tears out of his eyes, he cupped Dick's cheek and smiled, shushing when Dick hiccuped.
"Can you come up for me, Dickie?" Dick shrugged, moving forward to press his forehead against Jason's thigh. Jason chuckled, brushing Dick's hair with his fingers. "You have to come up."
Dick shook his head, trying to cling to the floaty and fluffy feelings of Jason's hands on him. Jason petted his hair, bare hand rubbing the nape of Dick's head, helping him settle. Dick rubbed his cheek against Jason's thigh, the rough denim of the cargo pants and the soft leather grounding him. Jason coaxed him up, using soft words and soothing gestures, hand heavy at the back of Dick's neck, rubbing circles on his tense muscles.
"Are you up?" Despite himself, Dick nodded, raising up on wobbly legs, clutching Jason's arms. "Do you want something? Food? Drink? Do you want to cuddle?"
Dick felt a bitter laugh bubble up his throat, he swayed Jason's hands away, turning away to compose himself.
"I don't need anything."
"Well, I do, I pulled you up from a drop and feel responsible."
Dick cringed, hugging himself, of course, Doms needed aftercare too, and Dick had almost dropped right in front of his family. Talking about family, Dick turned away from Jason to look at Damian and Bruce, the boy looked distressed, being held back by Bruce, he tried to move towards Dick, frowning when Bruce's hold tightened, dragging him back.
"You need aftercare, and the kid isn't going to give it to you."
"I just want to go home and sleep."
Jason nodded, squeezing Dick's arm before letting go. "I'll take you."
Jason took his jacket off, draping it over Dick's shoulders, warm and a few sizes bigger than Dick's, he felt calmer, putting it right and pulling the zipper, engulfed by the scent of cigarettes, gun powder, and Jason's cologne.
Dick went back to Damian's cot, messing the kid's hair, bright green eyes looking up at him, and his little hand shooting up to grab Dick's wrist.
"Richard?"
"Everything is okay, Dami, I'll go back to Blud, and you can come for a sleepover the weekend."
Damian nodded, Bruce gave Dick a look he swiftly ignored and marched towards Jason's bike, the motor purring. Bruce made a half-hearted attempt to stop him, giving up on him when Dick took a step back. Dick climbed up Jason's bike, wrapping his arms around Jason's waist, resting his cheek on Jason's back, soaking in the physical contact.
Jason took from Bristol to Gotham, driving fast, just like Dick liked it, and had the thought of going through a drive-thru and buying dinner for Dick. They took the highway, and Jason dropped Dick at his place, leaving the takeaway in his arms.
"Next time you feel stressed ask me for a scene, it'll be a pleasure to give you one."
Dick shrugged, clinging to Jason's jacket. Jason cupped his cheek, making Dick look at him, Jason smiled, leaning closer to Dick, their lips less than an inch apart. Dick closed the distance, kissing Jason, feeling the gloved thumb caress his cheek, they parted away, and Jason dropped a kiss on Dick’s cheek.
“Call me.”
Dick nodded, waving Jason goodbye.