KYAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Le me is ded!!! I wish you would continue the other anon wish about batfam appreciating damian when he thinks they don't!! Omg that hurt so good <3
Thank you, darling! Here’s Jason! I think I’ll add more as they come, I got a few requests that fit nicely with the first one. We’ll call this series “5+ times Damian wandered down to the cave and a member of his family just randomly and indirectly told him that they loved him” or, you know, something shorter along that line.
It’s one of those night where sleep simply isn’t a viable option for him, so Damian wanders down to the cave to find something to work on. An old case, a new weapon, maybe just training. As long as it keeps him busy, it doesn’t matter.
He spots Jason laying on the ground of the car workshop almost immediately, and decides to ignore him out of the goodness of his heart, even if they both know that he has no right to be here. Todd, ill-mannered as ever, doesn’t return him the favor.
The moment he hears him stepping in, Jason resurfaces from under the car he’s currently fixing and whistles to call him. Whistles. Like Damian were a dog.
“Hey brat, c’mere.”
“What do you mean no?”
Damian glares, Jason raises an eyebrow. They both exhibit an impressive pair of bags under their eyes, but neither of them is in the position to comment on that.
“It means that I didn’t forgot about the time you dared to put those filthy hands of yours on me, Todd.”
“Jeez, kid”, Jason scoffs, sitting up to look at him. “It was only a wedgie. You make it sound like I beated you or something.”
“Tt. You would never be able to beat me.”
“I would never beat you, period”, Jason retorts harshly, and perhaps too quickly.
Damian opens his mouth to reply that what Jason would or would not do is of little consequence to him, but Jason’s face scrunches up in a funny way while the man anticipates him.
“You know that, right?”, Jason urges him all of sudden. “You know that I would never- I mean, yes, we didn’t have the best start, what with me shooting you and all, but things are… different now, right? You’re my- I wouldn’t-”
His voice wavers, then fades, and Damian honestly doesn’t know what to do with those half-sentences.
“Tt”, he answers then, looking at his feet.
Jason runs a hand over his face and looks away from him. He looks even weirder now, sitting on the floor cave, covered in grease, his whole body hardened by a mix of anger and sadness and other things Damian doesn’t care to identify.
“What did you want from me?”, he asks anyway, just to break the silence. But Jason sighs and shakes his head, lying down again to return to his work.
Damian marches towards him and his stomping feet create an echo through the whole cave.
“Tell me”, he orders.
Jason sighs again.
“The car”, he answers. “Dick says that you’re quite good with ‘em.”
“Of course I am.”
It doesn’t go unnoticed to him that Jason doesn’t ask directly for his help. Damian kneels down anyway and, squeezing and wriggling, lays down next to him under the car.
He lets Jason begin to explain the problem to him even if he has already a good idea of what it is after one look at the transmission system, and only reaches out for a wrench when Jason’s finished. He guesses that he can humor both Jason and himself for tonight. After all, it’s not like he has better things to do.
Send me an anonymous ask completing the sentence “I wish you would write a fic where…” (REQUESTS CLOSED, SORRY!)