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Dick Grayson rounded the corner, making his way quickly towards Jason’s room. Truely, it was a miracle that Jason was even staying in the manor for the night, usually after the rare family dinners he would attend he would scurry back to one of his many safe houses. No one minded, though they did wish he would stay around longer.
Dick swung the door open, seeing Jason sitting on his old bed with a phone in hand.
”Hey Jason..” Dick winced slightly, watching Jason’s eyes narrow at him sceptically.
”What do you need,” Jason’s words whilst simple, were an accusation, telling Dick he had approximately 10-15 seconds before Jason’s left.
Dick shut the door behind him, “I know you and Damian aren’t exactly each others biggest fans but could you please pick up his artwork from the school. He forgot to bring it home last week.” Dicks tone was calm and first but desperation must have clawed its way through at some point.
Jasons stared at him with a bemused expression “yeah no,” he turned back to his phone, scrolling.
Dick stepped a bit closer. “Please, Littlewing? I don’t have time but Damian really needs to keep working on it.” Dick put on his best puppy dog eyes, the same ones that got him out of trouble with Bruce when he was younger.
Jason grunted, though Dick could almost see the cogs turning in his head. He grunted, sitting up. “Fine, fine.”
Dick shot forward, hugging Jason tightly who quickly pushed him away. Hugging Jason was a task and a half, the man was built like a double fridge, much different to Dick acrobatic and lithe body.
Watching as Jason left his room to go get Damian so they could pick up the painting from the schools art room, he glanced around the room. The walls still had some things hanging on them that had been there since Jason first moved into the Wayne manor.
Everything was just another reminder of how much Jason had changed. Dick shook his head, he wouldn’t think like that. Jason was his brother and he wouldn’t ever change him.
Dick stood for a moment, how the hell did he convince Jason to get the artwork? He thought for a moment, it most certainly wasn’t the puppy dog eyes, they don’t work on anyone but Bruce anymore and even Bruce is beginning to become immune.
Something clicked in his mind.
Nicknames.
The next thought that he had was if using nicknames like that would work on everyone in the family.
Dick left the room quickly, shutting the door behind him with a devious grin.