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"I feel funny." Jason says, words partially muffled from the anaesthetic in his gums, before dissolving into giggles.
"Yeah, I bet you do, little wing." Dick says with an amused smile as he puts the car into drive and sets off in the direction of Jason's apartment.
Jason keeps giggling and mumbling to himself for most of the drive, and Dick secretly wishes he had a hand free to film him because he doesn't think he's seen Jason this carefree since he had his wisdom teeth out the first time.
" Dickie ?" Jason practically shouts all of a sudden, nearly giving Dick a heart attack and causing a car crash in the process. "I think someone stole my teeth."
Dick can't help it, he laughs.
And Jason promptly bursts into tears. "Someone stole my teeth and you're laughing at me. Why are you so mean ?"
"No, Jay, that's not why I'm laughing." Dick says, trying to stop laughing as he pulls into the parking garage of Jason's building.
"You shouldn't be mean to me, my boyfriend's Nightwing." Jason says, his voice wet as he pouts and crosses his arms over his chest like a child.
Dick has to stifle his laughter in the back of his hand as he climbs out the car and walks around to Jason's side. "Yeah? And what's Nightwing going to do to me if I'm mean to you?"
"He'll break your pretty face." Jason says, patting Dick on the cheek when he leans over him to undo his seat belt.
"You think I'm pretty?" Dick asks as he pulls Jason out of the car.
Jason hums. "Not as pretty as Nightwing though."
"No?" Dick asks with a raised eyebrow, still trying not to laugh again, while he pulls Jason towards the stairwell.
"Nightwing has better hair than you. You have prettier eyes though." Jason mumbles, picking up strands of Dick's hair and holding them up.
Dick chuckles lightly, but Jason seems too preoccupied with his hair to pay attention this time, and wraps an arm around Jason's waist to lead him up the stairs. They make it to Jason's apartment with little fuss and luckily Dick thought ahead to swipe Jason's keys before the op so they don't have to spend ages in the hallway while Jason tries to find them.
Jason's apartment always causes something warm to settle into Dick's chest. It looks lived in and homely in a way Dick never thought Jason would settle enough to achieve. He can't help but smile as he deposits Jason onto his sofa.
Jason prods him in both cheeks with a dopey smile of his own. "Dimples."
Dick laughs and taps a finger against the dimples in Jason's cheeks. "You've got dimples of your own, little wing."
Jason's nose scrunches and he tries to unsuccessfully bat Dick's hands away. Dick smiles and ducks forward to press a kiss to the scar at the edge of Jason's hairline before standing back up.
"I want waffles." Jason mumbles, hazily looking up at him.
"I can do waffles." Dick says, already knowing everything he might need will be in Jason's always fully stocked kitchen.
He only makes it several steps towards the kitchen though before his eyes catch on something new sitting in the middle of Jason's meticulously organised bookshelf. He walks up to it to get a closer look and immediately feels his heart jump into his throat.
It's an old-fashioned kind of wind-up metal children's toy of a trapeze rig, with a little trapeze artist suspended in the middle, which Dick thinks if he used the wind up key, might actually swing back and forth. It's incredible and a feat of design and engineering, but all of that takes a backseat to the fact the little trapeze artist is painted in a perfect imitation of the Flying Graysons uniforms they all used to wear; the same ones he based Robin off.
"Jason?" Dick manages to croak out.
Jason hums in a most definitely still drugged-up way.
Dick doesn't care right now, he needs to know. "Where did this come from?"
"Where's what?" Jason slurs as he sits up and squints in Dick's direction. Dick points at the trapeze. "Oh! I found it in a thrift shop, it made me think of you. It was fucked though, I fixed it."
"It's in my colours." Dick says, less eloquently than he wants but still reeling from the emotional hit he just took.
"That's Dami's doing." Jason smiles. "He let himself in and painted it."
"Oh." Dick says, trying to sort through the complicated emotions rising in his chest.
"You don't like it." Jason says, sounding close to tears again, but Dick doesn't have any urge to laugh this time.
Dick jolts across the room to crouch down in front of him. He rests his hands on Jason's knees. "I love it, Jay. I just wasn't expecting it, that's all."
"It reminds me of when you tried to teach me to use the one in the cave." Jason says softly.
Dick chuckles. "You nearly gave me a heart attack when you let go too early."
"'m sorry."
Dick reaches up and cups his cheek. "Don't be. It's one of my favourite memories from when you were Robin. I don't think you stopped smiling the entire time."
"It was fun."
"It was." Dick smiles. "I think we should do it again."
Jason hums. "After waffles though."
"Of course." Dick chuckles. He brushes Jason's curls back and kisses his forehead. "You just lie back and rest, and I'll make you some waffles."
Jason smiles and flops back down. "Thank you, Dickie."
"Anytime, little wing." Dick pushes himself back to his feet and makes his way into the kitchen, but not before stopping for another look at the trapeze.