12 (gen) for Jason and Dick, please and thank you? 👀 And I'm sorry you're having writers block, I hope you find inspiration soon <333 I have art block myself so I might draw fan art for whatever you write!
aw you don’t have to draw anything!!
Jason knew the phrase ‘seeing red.’ Of course he did. He practically invented it.
He just didn’t really think it was a phrase Dick knew too.
“Nightwing-” He tried, watching in almost disbelief as his brother mercilessly beat the robber with one of his sticks. “Nightwing, he didn’t really get me. I’m fine.”
Dick didn’t respond. Dick didn’t acknowledge him at all. Just kept beating the criminal. Jason’s would-be attacker, if Dick hadn’t grabbed him first. Began punishing him for a crime he only thought about, and hadn’t even committed.
“Touch. Him. Again.” Dick hissed, each word punctuated with another hit. “I. Dare. You.”
But Jason forgot. Dick was his big brother. The eldest. And he always had a protective streak.
(A streak Jason thought was only for Damian and Tim. Not him, never him.)
“‘Wing!” He shouted, lurching forward as he pushed down his fluster. (Dick Grayson? Protecting him? Is this real life?) Grabbed Dick’s arm and forcefully yanked him back. He could see Dick’s pupils were blown, even behind his mask. He was breathing heavily. Angrily. Looked worse than Jason on a good day. “Stop.”
“Get near him again. I dare you. Get near the Red Hood again, and mark my words, you’ll get worse than I gave you tonight.” Dick promised, and for once Jason believed every word. The criminal whimpered, and Dick nodded in success, spinning away, tenderly hooking an arm around Jason’s shoulders in the process. Smiled sweetly as they walked away, but Jason could see the hint of madness behind it. “Come on, Little Wing. I want some ice cream. How about you?”
Jason could only nod silently, suddenly feeling thirteen years old again - embarrassed, honored and just a little bit starstruck by his older brother.