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Dick and Jason didn’t get along. Not really. But, of course, Bruce insisted the two go out for a movie. Horrible idea. Just them, no supervision. Them sitting next to each other for two and a half hour straight. Alone. Don’t get him wrong. Dick loves his little brother. His little wing. It’s just… they don’t get along.
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“So kid, what movie?”
Jason, dare Dick say it, cutely stares at the options with wonder. Vaguely, Dick wonders if, before, Jason has ever even been to the movies. His heart does not melt. Shut the fuck up brain. “I donno.”
Dick hummed. They were near back of the line. They had time to look and chose. “Well…” he put a slow, gentle hand on Jason’s shoulder, not to startle him. What? Dick knew about his.. past and he wasn’t a monster. Christ. “Do you like comedy? Romance?” Jason gags and Dick chuckled. “Ok, no for romance. Action? Horror?”
Some type of emotion passes by Jason’s face at horror. He bit his lip. “Maybe?” He says with a small voice. “Only if you want to though!” Dick’s heart does not melt.
The chose Scream.
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Dick honestly thinks he traumatized the poor 12 year old. He was shaking and clutching his arm tightly. Jason glared at him when he laughs. Jason lets go and walks over to the free re-fills and Dick stays at the doors of the exit.
Two kids Jason’s age walk up to him with smiles and Dick thinks they might be friends of his. Most likely from school. He half watches them as he types on his phone. The text telling Bruce that they are on the way home stops when Dick noticed Jason going red in the face.
He moves his spot so he can hear better but not be seen. Just to make sure Jason was ok. Not because he was worried.
“Like, come on man. First you fuck off randomly after a bad beating and show up as some rich guy’s adoptive kid, who probably fucks you because honestly, look at your street life, and now your scared of some movie? And who’s that guy you’re with? Rich guys fuck toy number one?”
Dick makes a face at the little indication. A smile slips on with Jason’s response. “Even if I was being fucked by some creepy pedo, which, for the record, I’m not, don’t say shit like that about my fucking dad, at least I get three meals out of it and safety. And don’t even fucking start saying shit about my goddamn brother, assholes. He’s not some fucking charity ‘I’m sorry you parents died while I was in the crowd watching’ case. You treat him with respect, Daniel.”
Daniel, the shorter one, flinched. The other one, however, straightens and glares. “First off, don’t talk to my little brother like that. I’ll say shit about charity case number all I won’t because you two aren’t even brothers. The guy clearly doesn’t like you. Only puts up with you because you’re the new fuck toy and he feels bad for not warning you to run while you had the chance. Second, at least our parents didn’t hit us every chance they got, pleaser.”
Dick steps out of his hiding spot and grips Jason’s shoulder tightly. He stands tall and lowers his head a bit to glare at the boys. It was his Nightwing “I’m about to fuck you up” face. The two step back at his sudden appearance. “Friends you got here Little Wing?”
Jason was tense, but not from Dick. “Uh-“ He flushes red again. Embarrassment and not anger this time.
The taller boy laughs. “Please. As if someone would want to be friends with that fucking cry-baby faggot. I’m surprised you are even touching him. Have you heard what work he’s done? I bet you have. His mouth, as I hear on the streets, works wonders. You probably know all about that though.”
Dick paused. Oh, this is gonna be good. “Jason, buddy, take the keys and heat the car up ya? Here’s your coat. Don’t give me that face. I’ll be out in a minute. Go go.” Dick doesn’t watch Jason leave. He keeps eye contact with the two pre-teens and resists the urge to slap them.
no hitting kids Dick.
He glowers at him. “I’m going to make things crystal fucking clear for you intolerant little shits with future 1.0 looking GPAs. My father, Bruce Wayne, has lawyers who have lawyers who have lawyers. Don’t think for a second he won’t use them to protect one of his sons. I know from personal experience he will use them to get the job done. Second, if I find out that you are messin with my brother again, I will have your fucking head. I don’t give a damn about the consequences. Third, watch your tone little boy. No one wants a kid who speaks to them like they are nothing and don’t know respect.” Dick stares a ‘Daniel’ for a second. “Don’t look up to your brother you got, Danny boy.” Dick turns around and starts to walk back to the entrance before turning slightly. His voice is all sweet and kind this time. “Oh, one more thing, if you ever call Jason, in anyway, a slut, whore, toy, or a charity case again, I’ll show you what hell itself is. That boy is angel, even if he doesn’t act like it at times.” He smiles at them and walks the rest of the way to the car.
Jason was glaring at the glovebox when Dick sat down and started to pull out of the parking lot and into the street. “I had it covered.” He mumbled.
Dick snorts, anger still rushing through his veins. “I didn’t say you didn’t kid.”
“Then why…”
Dick paused. Why did he? Oh christ… “Because I love you and your my baby brother. My Little Wing.” Fuck. He really does love him doesn’t he? Dick needs to cover up the raw emotion up. “Pain in my ass.” Ya. Good cover up Dick.
Jason breaths out a soft laugh and gently pushed Dick’s arm. It’s comfortably quiet for a moment or two. “I… I love you too, Dick.” Jason flushed and looks out with window, small smile on his face.
Dick smiles at him.
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“And then, Dick comes out of no where! Dad, I mean fucking-“
“-language-“
“-sorry- No where! I swear he just spawned outta thin air! Anyway, he comes out and is all Nightwing mode, activated-“
Dick leans back with his coco Alfred made. Jason tucked in his side, wildly telling Bruce the story of their… meeting, and smiles to himself. Maybe Bruce was right. Maybe a movie was a good idea.
Bruce looks over to him for a second. A proud expression with love. Maybe… maybe Dick wasn’t so bad at this whole Older Brother and Son thing as he thought.