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Land area wise, it's huge; if Jason remembered correctly, Blüdhaven was the second largest city in all of New Jersey, only rivaled by Gotham itself. But within it is a small little corner of Blüdhaven, a small shoe box safe house belonging to a certain bird themed superhero who insisted that he not step foot in Gotham for the next few weeks, that Jason sought comfort in.
Even if he wouldn't tell the guy that. Because why would he?
He's only been to Dick's Blüdhaven safe house twice; once when it had been freshly put together to talk superhero business and the other to...well...do other things that he's not necessarily sure he should divulge. But it had only been twice and never without Dick leading the way, so to be here a third time really was something else. He's surprised he remembered the way after nearly a year and a half of not being here.
It's crazy, really. Jason normally doesn't go out without his suit on after the whole 'getting beaten to death with a crow bar and revived in a pit of goo' ordeal.
But there are two things that make this situation a bit different. One aspect is the fact that he doesn't want to scare Dick's neighbours. The Red Hood showing up to some random apartment complex in Blüdhaven wouldn't necessarily bode well for the other inhabitants of the building if they were to see him. So a hoodie, some jeans, and a baseball cap should serve the same purpose. The other is the fact that the Red Hood suit invokes the image of serious business. Well, as serious as Jason can possibly be all things considered, and this was definitely not that.
All Jason was trying to do was visit someone, no serious world ending shenanigans involved, so he didn't need to suit up and worry him even more.
With every turn of his bike down Blüdhaven streets inching him ever so closer to where he wants to be, Jason decides it would be in his best interest to mess around a little bit. He taps a finger to his ear and speaks, the rumble of his motorcycle definitely audible. "Open up, Dickhead. I'm outside and it's fucking freezing out here," Jason sing-songs into the comms because the one thing he was going to do was have fun coming to Dick's place after a long while of being away, that's for sure.
"Jay? I didn't know you were gonna be here. Let me turn off the defenses," Dick says, voice crackling through the static. He hears a thud and a quiet whisper of a what the fuck that makes Jason nearly laugh out loud as he waits for the buzz of the door that lets him know he can come in; a courtesy, really, because if you gave him a few moments of time Jason knew he could get through all the typical safe house defenses—call that a perk to being a former Robin or whatever.
The direct communication link between Dick and Jason had been something that they'd personally had set up, back when they were both annoyed with Bruce in one way or another. It had been their own private thing; a way for Dick to check in on Jason without having to go through Bruce and a way for Jason to ask Dick if he could come over—again, without going through Bruce who'd been in that strange brooding phase every time 'Nightwing', 'Bludhaven', and 'doing better now more than ever' were brought up in the same sentence.
It had been years since then though. Dick's relationship with Bruce had improved in the time since they first set up their private two-way comms but they still keep them for stuff like this.
Once he opens the safe house door without getting eletrocuted, Jason sees the staye of the place. He puts his hat on one of the hooks on the wall, same with his bike keys, before unlacing his boots and really settling in. The Bludhaven safe house got more homey in his absence, something that Jason should have expected: Bludhaven truly was Dick's home now. It was out of the shadow of the Big Bat for the most part, a city in need of a vigilante to protect it and a vilgilante in need of a place to protect, and Jason probably wouldn't say it but he was proud in a way that Dick managed to accomplish what he'd planned without having to go the same route Jason had.
The one thing that it was—well, it's a wreck. Kinda fitting for a chronically busy thirty year old guy's room, Jason can't help but think. There's pizza boxes and alcohol bottles all over the kitchen counter that Jason gets to scooping up and chucking in the recycling bin; for Grayson's sense of sanity later, Jason thinks.
He takes a seat on the couch once he sorts out the recycling, Dick climbing into his lap when he notices. Jason takes one good look at Dick, gets one good glimpse of his face, and notices a pair of black square frames right smack dab in the center. They accentuated his features in a way that made Jason's brain short circuit because he'd never seen Dick in glasses.
In a domino mask, sure, but that wasn't nearly the same.
Jason hums, "Are they new?"
"No, I just don't wear them all that much," Dick replies, "They're just for reading. Not actual like…corrective lenses." Dick makes a motion to take them off, but Jason shakes his head.
"Those glasses look nice," Jason says, casually.
"Oh, you perv-" Dick says, but he leans into Jason's touch.
"Hey," Jason pouts, "Literally not my fault that New Jersey's most eligbile bachelor looks hot in his glasses. Sue me for thinking that." It rips a laugh right out of Dick's mouth and Jason revels in it. Seeing Dick all bright and happy was one of the things that Jason enjoyed seeing him be.
"Jayce," Dick says, and Jason can't help it. He places a small kiss on Dick's forehead. Jason doesn't need to say the words I missed you for Dick to understand that he did. It was in the way he held him, squeezed him tight. "Jayce, is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine, Goldie," Jason replies, right in the junction of Dick's neck, "Somehow you're even more attractive with those on and I'm the only one who gets to see them. Lucky me." He accentuates the thought with another kiss to the column of Dick's neck.
"Yeah? You think so?"
"I don’t think, Grayson. I know."