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Dear god, did Dick Grayson love you. Kindness radiated off your body and you were so understanding of their secret identities. There was only one problem with you.
“You look good when you’re cooking.” Jason came up behind you, hand groping your ass. You giggled, spreading oil over the bread you were about to put in the oven. Every Sunday you came over and forced Alfred to let you cook for him and the whole family. He was resistant at first, but you had been doing it for the last three weeks now.
“Thanks. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Go out there and just wait, ok?” You laughed, jumping at the way he smacked your butt. Dick walked in to the kitchen, but paused when he saw you in Jason’s arms.
“Ten minutes is all I need if you’re up for it.” Jason moved a strand of hair away from your neck and placed a kiss there. You looked around the kitchen, spotting Dick in the doorway.
“Oh, hi, Dick. Did you need anything?” You asked, turning from the table. Jason groaned, rolling his eyes.
“I was just wondering how long it’d be.” Dick said, sheepishly.
Jason Todd. He managed to claim your affections before Dick could even think up an adequate way to ask you out.
“Just ten minutes. I’ll serve you first when I get out there.” You smiled, kindly. Jason eyed the door, trying to tell Dick to leave.
“Thanks for cooking.” Dick said before leaving the kitchen.
“I take it the quickie’s off the table.” Jason groaned. You laughed, turning around to give him a kiss.
“Go wait in the dining room.” You kissed him again, pushing his chest. Jason sighed before leaving the kitchen.
Dinner was wonderful, as usual. You served Dick first, as promised and made sure Alfred got a big serving of food as you dished everyone up. You were thanked by everyone, praised for your kindness.
“It’s nothing. I really enjoy cooking. Jason knows that for certain.” You laughed, taking your seat beside the man.
“Dinner every night and there’s even a sandwich with cookies when I get home at night.” Jason stated. Dick forced a smile. He wished that you would cook dinner for him, leaving snacks late at night. Dick wanted you to be there at night for him after his patrols, talking to him in the early hours of the morning.
“You flatter me.” That beautiful smile graced your face. Dick filled his mouth with food so he would stop thinking about you. Seeing you and Jason together was the hardest thing he could imagine. Usually, Dick was very capable of wooing women with his charm, but he clammed up every time you spoke to him. But Jason was smooth, sliding in to take the place beside you.
“I’ll clean up the dishes. Do any of you take leftovers? If not, I can take the extras home.” You offered.
“I eat leftovers.” Dick spoke up, making you smile.
“That’s good. Gotta stay healthy, right? I’ll be right back.” You left for the kitchen to clean dishes. Alfred joined you to at least help you clean up. The other boys left the table, leaving Jason and Dick to sit there.
“She’s nice, isn’t she?” Jason watched you leave, leaning on his elbows.
“Yeah, she’s really something.” Dick murmured, his eyes going to the same place.
“You should see her when we have time before I go out or when I get back.” Jason smirked. “God, does she know how to work her mouth.” He chuckled.
“Jason-“ Dick tried to interrupt where this was going.
“No, seriously. Count yourself lucky if you can manage a girl that rides half as good as she does.” Jason smirked. Dick’s heart clenched as he heard that. He knew Jason and you had been dating for three months now, but he never imagined you two actually being intimate with each other.
“She’s an actual woman, Jason.” Dick tried to indict him. Although, deep inside he wished that he was the one who bragged about what you did behind closed doors.
“Oh, I know she’s a woman, Dick. She’s shown me plenty of time.” Jason laughed. “Just seeing her topless will make you drop everything.” He said. Dick turned his head to the side, closing his eyes for a moment. His imagination popped a picture of you in compromising positions in his head. Although, each time he tried to place himself over you, Jason’s image replaced it.
“You’re not just using her for sex, right?” Dick opened his eyes again, seeing that confident grin on Jason’s face. It was almost like he was trying to rub it his face.
“Of course not.” Jason looked offended. “We actually enjoy each other. She stitches me up when I come home and we take baths together.” He explained. It would have almost been easier if Jason was just using you for sex. Then there would be the possibility that he’d get bored and you would move on, maybe finding comfort in Dick.
“Hey, honey, I’m all done cleaning.” You came behind Jason, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Dick’s heart hurt and Jason saw.
“You ready to go home? Change into something comfier?” Jason eyed you, standing up from his chair.
“I mean, there’s always that. . . red outfit that you like so much.” You whispered in his ear, teasingly.
“I like the sound of that. See ya, Dick.” Jason waved off his brother, not really caring. You smiled at the other man, kindly.
“Bye, Dick.” You gave a sweet smile before leaving the house with Jason. You got on the back of his motorcycle, arms wrapped tightly around Jason’s waist. Man, did Dick wish you would go on rides with him. Late night motorcycle rides where he could feel your arms around his waist and your head against his shoulders.
There was nothing Dick Grayson wanted more than the girl Jason Todd had his arms around.