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Dick ficathon!
I'm jumping the gun a bit and declaring the Dick ficathon open, since it's already 7 September in places like Japan and Australia. I think. Never fear, though, it'll remain open as long as it's still 7 September... somewhere (Hawaii? Fiji? Where is that international date line?) and, not unlike the Tim and Jason ficathons that preceded it, submissions are welcome and indeed encouraged after the official date.
Since I'm the one who declared the Dick ficathon, I'm posting an entry of my own, though not the story I meant to have ready for it. I also still haven't quite got either of the two stories I meant to post for the Jason facathon ready to be posted. Happily, this little story has both Robins-who-wore-panties. Let's all give a thank-you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jamjar for needing the promise of a snippet to motivate her to go get something to eat Sunday...
With Their Arms About Each Other
"Are you really that jealous of Bruce making me Robin, still?" Jason asked. "I mean, if it bothered you, you should've just said so, instead of giving me your old suit to grow into."
Dick blinked. "Did I miss part of this conversation?"
"Don't play dumb. You can't pull it off anywhere near as good as I can." Jason folded his arms. "And you have to be aware of the way you glare at me when you think nobody's watching."
"I don't. Jason, I'm not jealous of you--" Dick swallowed something back, his eyes closing. "I'm not jealous because Bruce made you Robin."
Jason stared until Dick opened his eyes again, and then stared into them, searching, for a long moment. "...Okay. So what is it then? That he adopted me?"
Dick turned away and started pacing.
"Dick, c'mon. I like you. I like working with you and I like just... hanging with you, like this, like we're really brothers." Jason thought he heard Dick gasp, but his back was to Jay and he'd talked over the sound. It didn't repeat, so he went on. "But something about me bothers you, and it's fucking with us."
"Language," Dick said, sounding choked. He was up at the window now, hands on the sill, looking like he was holding himself still with his grip on it.
Jason snorted a laugh. "You sound like Bruce. And you're changing the subject." He walked over behind Dick, close enough to lay a hand on his shoulder -- though he didn't touch him, not yet. "Come on. What is it? Something about the way I handle myself as Robin? Something about my relationship with Bruce?"
Dick spun round. His eyes were wide and faintly red-rimmed and very shiny, and his mouth hung open. He gasped again, choking it off by biting his lip, and Jason took a step backward, startled by how intensely Dick was reacting.
"Dick...?"
Dick just stared, his chin working, and then drew a deep breath in through his nose and squared up his shoulders. And settled his hands on Jay's shoulders. "Jason. How--" He took another breath. "I'm not going to lecture you about it being wrong." Dick's mouth looked like he was trying to eat something sour, something bitter. "I just. How long has... has it been going on?"
"Huh?"
"Jason." Dick's hands tightened on his shoulders, not hard, but not exactly comforting either.
And Jason was starting to suspect he knew what Dick was asking him, except that wouldn't make any sense.
Would it?
He took a breath to answer Dick, or ask, but all that came out was, "Huh?" again.
"Jason," Dick said again, and his chin was trembling, just a little, though his voice was steady. "How... When did... he start..." Dick's mouth closed, worked, twisted. Alfred's grapefruit, Jay thought. The rinds of Alfred's grapefruit. "--Touching you?" The last two words came out in a rush, and Dick's eyes widened again, as if he was afraid of what would happen now that he'd said them.
Jason blinked rapidly for a moment. And then blinked some more. Dick was just watching him, intently, searchingly, his hands heavy on Jay's shoulders. "I... wow." It didn't make any damn sense. Or it made all the wrong kind of sense. "Jesus." He put one of his own hands over Dick's.
And Dick looked like he was about to pull Jay into a hug, so he raised his other hand and laid the palm flat against Dick's chest, locked his elbow to brace it.
"Dick. Jesus. I thought, when Bruce first moved me into the Manor with him..." He shook his head, and he wanted to look down, or at least away from Dick's too bare, too revealing eyes, but that would send entirely the wrong message. "That was what I thought. I've been around enough to know-- well. Rich eccentric adopts a teenaged boy? A lot of people would've thought what I thought."
Dick was blinking now, slowly, like he was trying to reboot his eyes or his ears. He looked like he wanted to say "huh?" but he stayed silent.
"But..." Jay went on, "but I didn't know Bruce when I first moved into the Manor. I do now. And you... you have to know him even better. How-- why would you think-- ah, fuck."
Dick didn't reprimand him for the curse this time.
"Dick. When did he start touching you?"
He didn't answer, just sagged back against the window and let his head drop forward.
Jason moved with him, just enough that Dick's hands didn't slip off his shoulders, and moved his own hand from Dick's breastbone to his jaw. He didn't tilt Dick's face up, not yet.
"Never," Dick breathed. "He never... but when I saw..." Dick looked up, his eyes shadowed but visible. "The way he looks at you... I thought-- god, I'm an idiot. I can't believe--"
"The way he looks at me? Man, are you serious?"
"It's been driving me crazy. I thought I had a better handle on it... but if you... has my attitude been affecting your working with the Titans?"
Jason shook his head. "I don't know. I mean, I thought... I thought you just didn't want me teaming up on your turf. Outside Gotham, I mean."
"Gotham's not mine anymore." Dick dropped his gaze again, but this time Jay pushed on his jaw until he was looking Jay in the eye.
"It was yours first, and for a long time. And it'll always be the home you go back to." He squeezed Dick's hand. "You know that. And as far as I'm concerned, you're still welcome. In the city and the Manor."
"I just meant--"
"You have your own city now, your own team, yeah, I know it, Robin-all-grown-up."
Dick cuffed the side of Jason's head lightly with the hand not trapped under Jay's, then ruffled his hair.
"Quit it," Jay said, but made no move to actually stop Dick. Even when Dick pulled him into the hug after all.
end.
How I wind up writing so much gen in this fandom, I couldn't tell you. There's supposed to be Dick/Jay here, and perhaps it'll get written on as a sequel; I at least have it set up, now. ::shakes head::
Title from Walt Whitman, Specimen Days (75. "Southern Escapees"): Several of the couples trudg’d along with their arms about each other, some probably brothers, as if they were afraid they might somehow get separated.
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Since I'm the one who declared the Dick ficathon, I'm posting an entry of my own, though not the story I meant to have ready for it. I also still haven't quite got either of the two stories I meant to post for the Jason facathon ready to be posted. Happily, this little story has both Robins-who-wore-panties. Let's all give a thank-you to
jamjar for needing the promise of a snippet to motivate her to go get something to eat Sunday...With Their Arms About Each Other
"Are you really that jealous of Bruce making me Robin, still?" Jason asked. "I mean, if it bothered you, you should've just said so, instead of giving me your old suit to grow into."
Dick blinked. "Did I miss part of this conversation?"
"Don't play dumb. You can't pull it off anywhere near as good as I can." Jason folded his arms. "And you have to be aware of the way you glare at me when you think nobody's watching."
"I don't. Jason, I'm not jealous of you--" Dick swallowed something back, his eyes closing. "I'm not jealous because Bruce made you Robin."
Jason stared until Dick opened his eyes again, and then stared into them, searching, for a long moment. "...Okay. So what is it then? That he adopted me?"
Dick turned away and started pacing.
"Dick, c'mon. I like you. I like working with you and I like just... hanging with you, like this, like we're really brothers." Jason thought he heard Dick gasp, but his back was to Jay and he'd talked over the sound. It didn't repeat, so he went on. "But something about me bothers you, and it's fucking with us."
"Language," Dick said, sounding choked. He was up at the window now, hands on the sill, looking like he was holding himself still with his grip on it.
Jason snorted a laugh. "You sound like Bruce. And you're changing the subject." He walked over behind Dick, close enough to lay a hand on his shoulder -- though he didn't touch him, not yet. "Come on. What is it? Something about the way I handle myself as Robin? Something about my relationship with Bruce?"
Dick spun round. His eyes were wide and faintly red-rimmed and very shiny, and his mouth hung open. He gasped again, choking it off by biting his lip, and Jason took a step backward, startled by how intensely Dick was reacting.
"Dick...?"
Dick just stared, his chin working, and then drew a deep breath in through his nose and squared up his shoulders. And settled his hands on Jay's shoulders. "Jason. How--" He took another breath. "I'm not going to lecture you about it being wrong." Dick's mouth looked like he was trying to eat something sour, something bitter. "I just. How long has... has it been going on?"
"Huh?"
"Jason." Dick's hands tightened on his shoulders, not hard, but not exactly comforting either.
And Jason was starting to suspect he knew what Dick was asking him, except that wouldn't make any sense.
Would it?
He took a breath to answer Dick, or ask, but all that came out was, "Huh?" again.
"Jason," Dick said again, and his chin was trembling, just a little, though his voice was steady. "How... When did... he start..." Dick's mouth closed, worked, twisted. Alfred's grapefruit, Jay thought. The rinds of Alfred's grapefruit. "--Touching you?" The last two words came out in a rush, and Dick's eyes widened again, as if he was afraid of what would happen now that he'd said them.
Jason blinked rapidly for a moment. And then blinked some more. Dick was just watching him, intently, searchingly, his hands heavy on Jay's shoulders. "I... wow." It didn't make any damn sense. Or it made all the wrong kind of sense. "Jesus." He put one of his own hands over Dick's.
And Dick looked like he was about to pull Jay into a hug, so he raised his other hand and laid the palm flat against Dick's chest, locked his elbow to brace it.
"Dick. Jesus. I thought, when Bruce first moved me into the Manor with him..." He shook his head, and he wanted to look down, or at least away from Dick's too bare, too revealing eyes, but that would send entirely the wrong message. "That was what I thought. I've been around enough to know-- well. Rich eccentric adopts a teenaged boy? A lot of people would've thought what I thought."
Dick was blinking now, slowly, like he was trying to reboot his eyes or his ears. He looked like he wanted to say "huh?" but he stayed silent.
"But..." Jay went on, "but I didn't know Bruce when I first moved into the Manor. I do now. And you... you have to know him even better. How-- why would you think-- ah, fuck."
Dick didn't reprimand him for the curse this time.
"Dick. When did he start touching you?"
He didn't answer, just sagged back against the window and let his head drop forward.
Jason moved with him, just enough that Dick's hands didn't slip off his shoulders, and moved his own hand from Dick's breastbone to his jaw. He didn't tilt Dick's face up, not yet.
"Never," Dick breathed. "He never... but when I saw..." Dick looked up, his eyes shadowed but visible. "The way he looks at you... I thought-- god, I'm an idiot. I can't believe--"
"The way he looks at me? Man, are you serious?"
"It's been driving me crazy. I thought I had a better handle on it... but if you... has my attitude been affecting your working with the Titans?"
Jason shook his head. "I don't know. I mean, I thought... I thought you just didn't want me teaming up on your turf. Outside Gotham, I mean."
"Gotham's not mine anymore." Dick dropped his gaze again, but this time Jay pushed on his jaw until he was looking Jay in the eye.
"It was yours first, and for a long time. And it'll always be the home you go back to." He squeezed Dick's hand. "You know that. And as far as I'm concerned, you're still welcome. In the city and the Manor."
"I just meant--"
"You have your own city now, your own team, yeah, I know it, Robin-all-grown-up."
Dick cuffed the side of Jason's head lightly with the hand not trapped under Jay's, then ruffled his hair.
"Quit it," Jay said, but made no move to actually stop Dick. Even when Dick pulled him into the hug after all.
end.
How I wind up writing so much gen in this fandom, I couldn't tell you. There's supposed to be Dick/Jay here, and perhaps it'll get written on as a sequel; I at least have it set up, now. ::shakes head::
Title from Walt Whitman, Specimen Days (75. "Southern Escapees"): Several of the couples trudg’d along with their arms about each other, some probably brothers, as if they were afraid they might somehow get separated.
Cross-posted to
batfic and titans_together; linked from agoodsoldier.more DCU stories by Jack
all fanfiction by Jack