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Dick knocks on the door, like a normal human being. Nobody answers. Welp, he tried.
He puts the bag of takeout down and breaks out the lockpicks, instead of going all the way around to the window.
It's a rare wonderful day. And what would make it better than meeting his lovely family. Jason's in Bludhaven, an occasion rarer than good weather in this city, working on a case he swears he doesn't need help with. Which is —true, all of his siblings are incredibly smart. But need doesn't mean he might not want it. And as much as Dick hates to admit it, Jason's not very good at asking for company, and it hurts his heart, but lucky for him, he can speak for the both of them.
And it has been an entire week since he last saw him, he's just concerned. The second lock gives away. Jason's usually at the door at this point. Maybe the kid's sleeping. He feels a twinge of disappointment, he'd just leave the takeout in the fridge for Jaybird to find. And maybe a cute Post-it note. Hmm. The third lock gives away.
"....Dear LittleWing,
I dropped by with some Sheer Quorma from that one place you like, Bibi added extra nuts when I told her kay meray chotay jigar kay turkray kay liye hai. She was really sweet, maybe we can go there again....."
The fourth, and final lock clicks.
".....Love you so, so much little brother, can't wait to see you once you're hopefully well rested!......"
He steps into the apartment,
"..... Xoxo BigWing....."
And barely misses the Bichwa thrown at his face. His LittleWing is such an excellent marksman.
"The fuck are ya' doin' 'ere", Jason spits hoarsely, sounding as if he hasn't spoken properly in days.
He looks terrible—for the lack of a better word. Utterly disheveled, maps, markers, and charts strewn all around him. His clothes look like they've been slept in, which is impossible since Jason doesn't look like he's slept in days.
"I brought take-out"
Jason grunts, placated and picks up another Bichwa and resumes his pacing, muttering under his breath.
Dick sighs. Jason has started soliloquizing, this is bad bad.
He inches carefully towards the refrigerator. And manages to stash the Sheer Quorma in it without much fanfare. And then braces himself for the ultimate task. Getting Jason to bed.
"Alright, come here you-", Dick sneaks up to his little brother and grabs from around his waist, while his brother thrashes around, "Geroff Dickface, let go of me-"
Dick just tightens his hold, dragging him over to the bed, his brother's trying to dig his feet into the linoleum trying to gain traction and failing. He grins while his brother spits and hisses, "Lemme - go, you-fucking-asshole", there's no actual alarm in his tone so Dick doesn't, LittleWing is like an unruly cat, his brain supplies delightfully, and he can't help but grin as his brother spits obscenities at his face.
Jason finally manages to wriggle a bit out of his grip, so Dick's holding him from under his armpits, and then bites his hand, full jaw-strength, and Dick can't help but laugh over the groan of pain. Hissy, feral cat.
"Nice try, but you're-" he finally falls to the bed, Jason's still biting on to his hand, but more gentler now, a warning "- not getting out this easily"
The bed's deliciously soft, and it works in his favor, Jason's movements falter, and he removes an arm to get a better grip, and Jason shoots out to escape the hold, if it wasn't for the subtlest snag in his movement, Dick wouldn't have known he had been up for the last God-knows-how-many hours- He grabs him before he can escape. Holding him into place and throwing his leg around him for added measure, so he can use one of his hands for a very important task- the ultimate weapon- he slips his hand into his unruly mop of hair and starts scratching at his nape.
Jason melts into the touch, muscles relaxing, slumping into the hold, any semblance of struggle given up. He can't keep the grin that splits his face. He pulls him even closer, tucking his head under his chin and positioning his arm to maximize the finger-to-head ratio, Jason gives up the fight completely, turning into jello in his arms.
"Fuck you", he groans defeated, into his sternum, but there's no heat in his words.
"Love you, too, Little Wing", he murmurs to the matted mess of hair.
Once assured that there aren't going to be any more escape attempts, he shifts to pull the covers over him. Jason seems to misinterpret his intention because he makes a disgruntled sound, and throws a heavy arm over him just as he's formed a grip on the comforter, pinning him back into place.
"Asshole"
Dick just chuckles, as tucks the comforter around him, "Sorry"
He buries into the softness, making sure they're both comfortable. He feels Jason huff, and he knows what's coming, "-You can't just barge into my safehouses-", and he has the perfect solution to it, he slips an arm around him and starts scratching his nape, "-and expect me to-to", Jason trails off, and he takes the moment to cradle his head and tuck it under his chin. He really is like a feral, over-sized, touch-starved cat.
"I'm going to kill you-I'm going to-" he breaks off into a yawn, "-Tomorrow -I'm going to kill you tomorrow-"
"Yeah Jay, that sounds like a good idea"
Jason hums, pleased with the affirmation, and doesn't take more than a few minutes for his breathing to even out. The kid must've been so exhausted.
He presses a kiss to his brother's locks and whispers, " Sweet dreams, Jay"
And then a quieter, "I love you"
Near his heart, barely audible, Jason whispers, "I love you too"