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A purple beam hits both of them before 'Villain of the Week', as Prime has dutifully named him, vanishes into thin air.
Prime's head is spinning as he tries to get up from the floor. He ignores the dull ache poking at his sides as he tries to focus his supersenses on finding Mr. Villain of the Week.
Wait… Ache?!
"Jason!"
Prime is the one who says that, but that doesn't sound like his voice. God, everything hurts. Why does everything hurt?! He stares down at his hands. Fingerless gloves, red arm wraps…
Oh, no.
He hears a groan that sounds incredibly familiar and turns his head to the side.
It's him.
Lying on his side, is his body, which lets out another groan before forcefully putting his hands over his ears as if to drown out outside noise. His eyes are squeezed shut, grimacing in pain.
Prime scoots to his side, grabbing… his own wrists?
"Jay. Jason, it's me." Jason finally opens his eyes (Prime's blue eyes) to take a look, narrowing them, confused. "I know, I know. I'm gonna need you to focus on me, focus on my- well, your voice. This is very confusing, um-"
After a couple of deep breaths, Jason finally takes his hands off his ears, looking up at Prime.
"What the fuck." Jason points, panicked, between the two of them. "You are-"
"Yeah, yeah, classic body swap trope. The author must be getting uncreative." Prime says, brushing it off.
"I thought you said you were immune to magic!"
"I am! The writer just needs me to not be immune for this one. I-I don't know how to explain it, okay! And watch it with the angry eyes; I don't want you lighting anything on fire."
Jason's expression turns scared, and he rubs his eyes a little.
"Ugh!" Jason groans from Prime's body. "Everything is too loud."
"Yeah, well, everything hurts! Go figure!"
They both turn around, looking for a villain that is long gone.
"What now?" Prime asks, rubbing his bruised arm, wincing in pain.
"We need to stay together. I don't want you running around in my body."
"Fair enough."
Jason moves over and shoves his hands in Prime's pockets. Jason's pants. That Prime is wearing. On his body.
When Jason finally grabs his phone, he clutches it with so much strength, he crushes it to bits.
"Fuck!" Jason runs a hand through Prime's stupidly soft hair. "I can't drive like this."
He feels off. His body feels too light, he has no idea how strong he is, any wrong move is a power he can't control…
"D'you wanna try flying us?"
"Absolutely fucking not."
It really is a hilarious thing, seeing Superboy Prime and the Red Hood waving for a cab.
An old man in a small yellow taxi stops for them, watching nervously as Red Hood hops in his car, muttering a "Hi, sorry," and Superboy Prime behind him grumbles something about his cape being 'too fucking long'.
"Uh… Where to?"
Luckily, Jason has a safehouse in Metropolis. They both go up the stairs, Jason cursing as his foot goes through the wood when he steps with too much force. He lets Prime be the one to open the door in fear of just destroying the door handle.
"This suit is so fucking tight!" Jason says, shamelessly pulling his underwear from his ass crack. "How do you stand this?!"
"Well, you," he says, pointing at Jason accusingly, "Wear so much stuff! This is heavy!"
Jason rolls his eyes and opens a drawer using, again, too much force. He groans in frustration, an image all too funny for Prime, seeing himself so pissy. Jason grabs a shirt and some sweats, throwing them in Prime's direction.
"Go change." Jason's eyes shift to his own body again. "Don't be weird."
Prime rolls his eyes and closes the bathroom door.
He stares at himself in the bathroom mirror. He traces a finger along his (Jason's) face.
He's so handsome…
Prime runs a hand through his hair, watching as the white strands of hair fall perfectly over his forehead. His jaw is sharp, his eyelashes nice and long; his eyes are pretty, his lips are a little dry, but the nicest shade of pink. God, his freckles, his scars…
Prime slowly takes off his jacket, armor, and all the other stuff Jason wears. He squeezes his eyes shut and pulls his pants off and his sweats on, then decides to take a peek at his naked torso.
Oh, geez.
He flexes his arms, gulping at the shape of his biceps. He runs his hands along some of Jason's biggest scars and watches as a blush creeps up his cheeks.
He sneaks a glance towards the door and then back to the mirror.
"Heh, Prime, you are so hot…" says Jason's voice.
Prime giggles and blushes, a strange sight on Jason's face.
"Did you slip and die." Prime's own voice asks from outside.
Prime squeals and quickly puts a shirt on before opening the door.
Jason has already changed, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed.
"It's funny seeing your signature frown on my face. I used to do that a lot," Prime says, flicking at Jason's forehead.
"Can't say I'm a fan of your dumbass smirk on mine," Jason replies.
"Now what?"
"Now we wait," Jason sighs.
They've been awkwardly lying in bed beside each other for what feels like hours.
"I'm hungry," Prime complains. "And I'm cold. Are you always this cold?!"
"I am quite literally a reanimated corpse," Jason sleepily replies. "Ugh, fine. Get over here. You are basically a human heater."
Prime scoots closer, resting his face in what would technically be his own chest.
"Sun-powered."
"Same thing."
Silence engulfs them once more, but silence doesn't really seem like the best option when they are stuck with each other like this.
"You have a lot of scars… I kinda knew that, but there are so many."
Jason chuckles and traces a scar on the bridge of his nose, watching as Prime exhales comfortably.
"Not all of us have invulnerable skin."
"What's your favorite?" Prime asks.
"Scar?" Jason doesn't usually relate his scars to good things, but he does have a few funny stories. "I don't think I have a favorite, but some guy stabbed my left ass cheek once."
"No way!" Prime shoots up, looking at Jason with huge curious eyes. "Jason. Can I see?"
"No!" He laughs, rolling his eyes at Prime.
"Please. Please, please, I wanna see! Please, Jay!"
Jason is hit with a pillow to the face, muffling his laughs before he can reply.
"Okay, fine!"
Jason watches Prime waddle to the bathroom and crane his neck backwards as he pulls his sweats and briefs low enough to see a faded pink scar on his butt.
"No way." Prime looks back at Jason. "No way!"
Jason still isn't used to seeing himself waddle around in Prime's mannerisms, but he can't help but laugh again.
"Okay, enough! Stop looking at it!"
"That's the top three dumbest scars of all time!" Prime giggles, getting back in bed, scooting perhaps even closer this time. "Okay, what about you? What's different about my smoking hot body?"
"You process everything too quickly, but at the same time I feel like everything is in slow motion. It's overwhelming, but I'm unable to feel exhausted by it; it's very strange. Your canines are sharper. Your skin is so clear, like uncannily untextured."
Prime blinks. That was very descriptive.
"I- I have a few moles."
"You have one on your hip. I saw when I was changing."
Clark's cheeks flush red.
"You have a few freckles," he points out, having stared at Jason's face in the mirror long enough to notice.
"Yeah, but they are very faded."
"Can I get a tattoo while I'm in your body?" Prime smiles, making Jason laugh once more. "No, seriously, a cute tramp stamp or something."
"Shut up," Jason yawns.
"Do you want to try out my powers?"
"Absolutely not."
Boredom has officially taken over, as both of them lay, limbs tangled, talking nonsense in the dead of the night.
"Would you rather change your whole color palette to blue, or have a whole head of white hair and black bangs?"
Jason thinks about it for a second.
"Whole head of white with black bangs." He answers. Prime nods in agreement beside him. "Would you rather you never got your powers or-"
"Never got my powers," Prime says right away.
"Hmm, 'kay." Jason can see in his own features, suddenly a little sad, that this isn't something Prime wants to talk about, so he changes the topic. "Kiss, marry, kill: Kyle Rayner-"
"Oh, shut up!" He smacks Jason. "Be serious! And you can't say people I already killed."
"Okay, hmmm," Jason scratches his chin and thinks. "Condiment King, Lex Luthor's bald head," Prime makes a gagging sound. "And uh… me, I guess."
"Kiss you," Prime sputters immediately. "Not that I wouldn't want to marry you! O-or that I would! I-it just seems too quick and- I don't-"
It's a funny thing seeing Prime's nervousness plastered in Jason's features. Jason runs a hand through his hair, his nervous sputtering ceasing to stare at Jason. Nervous eyes dart to stare at his lips, and now it's Jason's turn to find out how much warmer Prime's face gets when he blushes.
They are so close they could just…
But as both their eyes meet their own faces, they stop in their tracks.
"This is really weird," Prime grimaces.
"Yeah, I- I can't kiss you like this."
"But- you y-you do want to, right?"
"Yes, you idiot," Jason chuckles.
"Wait," Prime's brows furrow in thought. "What if we do have to kiss to break the curse?! Fairytale style…"
Jason is about to make fun of him, but he gives it an extra second of thought.
"That's not… entirely stupid."
Prime nods, and they both sit up in bed staring intensely at each other. It's almost childish how they both squeeze their eyes shut and innocently press their lips together. They pull away too quickly, looking at each other with big eyes.
"That was… weird?"
"Oh yeah, that was weird as fuck." Jason laughs. "Everything is so weird in this body"
"And nothing changed!" Prime complains.
"We could go look for help from some magic users tomorrow, which I kinda wanted to avoid, but eh." Jason shrugs, falling back on the bed and rubbing his eyes.
Prime lays down too and scoots close, yawning and melting into Jason's brand new Kryptonian body warmth.
"Mmmh, sure. God, I'm so tired."
"Let's try to sleep," Jason says, even though his body doesn't seem able to process tiredness properly. "You are not as annoying as you seem, Loserboy Prime," Jason mumbles, lips pressed to the crown of Prime's head, the familiar scent of his shampoo stronger than usual.
"And turns out you are not grumpy all the time, just most of the time."
When Prime wakes up, the first thing he realizes is that his body doesn't constantly hurt anymore. The second thing he notices is that Jason is all wrapped up around him like a clingy koala bear. A very cold, snoring koala bear.
"Jay…"
Prime allows himself to kiss Jason's forehead, his browbone, his cheek… Jason starts stretching groggily and sinking further into Prime's chest.
"Wake up, Jay. We switched back, sleepyhead."
Jason blinks his eyes open and smiles when he's met with Prime's face instead of his.
"Never been happier to see you," Jason chuckles, squishing Prime's cheeks between his hands.
"I c'n kish you now," Prime says through squished cheeks.
"Yes, you can."
Jason grins and pulls Prime closer, finally getting to kiss him properly. Prime smiles into the kiss, hands on Jason's hair and unwilling to let go.