WIP: My Brother's Protector (1/3)
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abbyromanaTitle: My Brother's Protector (1/3)
Author:abbyromana
Rating: PG-13, warning of swearing, adult situations, suggestion of possible rape in later chapter, so they will be age restricted (sorry kiddies)
Pairing(s): Dick/Tim, Dick/Jason, Dick/OC
Genre: general, hurt/comfort, introspective, AU!The Robins
Characters: Stephanie Brown, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, OC
Disclaimer:All characters and things of Batman and other superheroes belong to DC comics, except for those of my own creation. I'm simply borrowing them for creative output.
Author note(s): It hasn't been beta'd, so please forgive me for any mistakes I missed, and please leave your thoughts and advice. I would really appreciate the feedback.
Description: A visit to a club turns dangerous for Jason, but what could it mean for Dick?
Stuffing a pack of cigarettes into his back pocket, Jason moved swiftly out of his room. Of course, considering the late hour and that Tim was still jumper than the first Ventriloquist, Jason was extra careful closing his door quietly.
With the door secure, he headed across the dimly lit living room. His gaze briefly met the gaze of Alfred. The older man was seated on the couch with a book in hand and Stephanie at his side. Her sights were solely locked on the television, which from what he heard was one of the many ridiculous music wannabe shows on lately. Still, Alfred wouldn’t just let him past without a word.
“Back before three, sir?” Alfred asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jason stopped half-way to the kitchen hallway that led to the front door. His shoulders clenched. A grumbled bubbled in his throat.
“Is that a yes?” Alfred said, not sounding even a bit angry but still just as forceful.
Reluctantly, Jason muttered, “Yes.”
“Good,” Alfred replied, returning his gaze to his page in the book.
With a relieved sigh, Jason continued to the front door hallway.
Just as he rounded the corner, Alfred commented, “You and Master Richard have a good time, Master Jason.”
His brow wrinkled as he entered the hallway connecting the living room to the kitchen and front door. “Dick? What are you…?” Even as the words tumbled out, he found his answer standing before him.
There, leaning against the front door, was Dick. His Gotham Knights coat rested over one arm and his phone in the other hand. He was dressed far more casual than Jason had seen him in a very long time.
Jason’s mouth hung open as he took in the electric blue, V-neck shirt that seemed more like a second skin than actual clothes. Of course, it didn’t even come all the way to the black, low-riding jeans. There was a good couple centimeters of his hip visible and not a sign of underpants or boxers in sight.
As his throat tightened, Jason forced his gaze away from the skin-kissed, peek-a-boo flesh. He took note of how focused Dick was on his new touch-pad cellphone. There was a good minute before Dick glanced up from it to notice Jason.
“Ready to go?” Dick chirped as he hit the send button and pocketed the phone in his back pocket.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jason spat, glaring down at his older brother. Being a few inches taller had its advantages. “Shouldn’t you be playing overbearing nursemaid or something to T-bird?”
There was the briefest flicker of distress in Dick’s eyes as he fingered his back pocket. “No,” he said simply at first, looking at some point past Jason for a moment. Then, he swallowed. With a shake of his head, he met Jason’s gaze again “You know how out of it Tim is after taking the medicine, and the others said they’d watch him, while we out. We are going out, right?” asked Dick with wide, inquisitive eyes. He made a slight gesture over his shoulder at the door. “Like I suggested a few days ago. Remember? You agreed when Damian was beating your ass at the Justice League Champions’ video game.”
Jason eyes dipped. He recalled the event and the clear cheating by the youngest Robin. He was sure cheat codes were involved.
Furrowing his brow, Jason had a brief flicker of recall involving Dick. He had been more back and forth between the living room and his shared room with Tim that day. Dick had seemed kind of antsy.
Then, Jason recalled Dick’s comment about feeling cooped up and wanting to get out. Jason might have commented that Dick should just go out, if he so wanted. Still, Jason hadn’t specifically said “with him.”
Another thought crossed Jason’s fuming thoughts. He recalled Alfred wasn’t that far out of earshot. Raising an eyebrow, Jason glanced back to the living room. “Did Alfred put you up to this, Dickie-boy? ‘Cause you can tell Alfie, I don’t need a babysitter. I’m just…”
With a chuckle from Dick, Jason’s gaze snapped back to the oldest Robin. “No. No. It’s just me. As I said… I thought we could hang out.”
“Hang out, huh?” drily said Jason, crossing his arms. “Isn’t that all we do… as a band?”
Dick’s head dipped as he chuckled. “Oh, that’s different. I mean, getting out just the two of us." He paused, meeting Jason's gaze again. "As I said, I’ve been feeling really cooped up. Just need… I don’t know … to reconnect… with others.”
Jason knew what Dick’s idea of going out usually was. Dick was the social butterfly of the family. He lived to socialize. That was as far from Jason as possible. Even as a drinker, Jason preferred to do it alone. He didn’t want the chatty voices, bubbly laughter, or thumping music for enhancing the experience.
And yet, when Dick laughed, the small skeptical voice that sounded an awful lot like Bruce told Jason that more was going on here. Something just wasn’t right. He saw it in so many aspects of Dick’s actions. Not just now, but he’d been seeing them throughout the last two weeks.
Last Thursday wasn’t the first time, Dick mentioned wanting to going out. He had talked to Jason about it on no less than six different occasions. Each time, Tim was not within earshot. Sometimes, Jason swore Dick wasn’t asking so much as pleading with his eyes.
Briefly brushing off the Bruce voice’s concerns, Jason chuckled. “What? Trying to improve your brotherly standing from horrible to annoying.”
Dick laughed too, except it sounded dry and forced.
Still Jason pressed on with his sarcastic comment. “Or have you finally driven Tim to bar you from your guys’ bed with your incessant yammering. Could drive a guy mad, you and your…”
Even as the words tumbled free, Jason felt a punch in the gut. Dick’s gaze has shifted to the floor along with his smile. There was moisture forming in those deep, blue eyes. It was the same look Dick wore since they brought the broken and traumatized Tim back from Ra’s al Ghul.
Swallowing, Dick bit his lower lip. “Nah,” he said with a quiver to his voice. Jason felt another punch in the gut. “Just needed to get out, but… I… I understand… maybe…”
With a very heavy sigh, Jason uncrossed his arms. “Look, it is fine. We’ll go out, just don’t expect me to babysit you, okay?”
When Dick looked back, much to his credit, only the subtlest of wetness remained his eyes. “Really, Jason?”
“Sure. Sure,” Jason said dismissively. He looked away, seeking anything else to look at that wasn’t the glowing face of Dick. When his gaze fell upon Dick’s Gotham Knight’s jacket, he reconsidered his words. “But only on one account. I get to wear your GK jacket tonight.”
When he finally glanced to meet Dick’s gaze, there was a huge grin bursting forth. It should have been illegal. He doubted there was a person alive that couldn’t be swayed by it. He certainly couldn’t. He actually felt flushed under the beaming radiance.
“Great! Fine!” Dick said, handing the jacket over. As Jason shouldered it on, he heard Dick chuckle. “Just be careful. I don’t want to be the one to explain to Tim if you lose it.”
“Tt,” Jason said dismissively, shouldering on the oversized, even on him, jacket that Tim had bought the Christmas after losing Bruce. Any dark thought that might have come from that was stolen by the grasp of Dick’s warm hand in his.
“And better yet, Little Wing,” Dick said with his stereotypical jubilant chirp. “I know of this great place to hit up. Highly recommended by Roy and Kyle. It’s called Paradiso.”
Again, Jason raised a questioning eyebrow. “It isn’t some dance club?”
Dick just beamed a smile and dragged Jason out of the penthouse. This was not going to be a normal night, Jason could already tell.
TO BE CONTINUED….
Author:
abbyromana Rating: PG-13, warning of swearing, adult situations, suggestion of possible rape in later chapter, so they will be age restricted (sorry kiddies)
Pairing(s): Dick/Tim, Dick/Jason, Dick/OC
Genre: general, hurt/comfort, introspective, AU!The Robins
Characters: Stephanie Brown, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, OC
Disclaimer:All characters and things of Batman and other superheroes belong to DC comics, except for those of my own creation. I'm simply borrowing them for creative output.
Author note(s): It hasn't been beta'd, so please forgive me for any mistakes I missed, and please leave your thoughts and advice. I would really appreciate the feedback.
Description: A visit to a club turns dangerous for Jason, but what could it mean for Dick?
Stuffing a pack of cigarettes into his back pocket, Jason moved swiftly out of his room. Of course, considering the late hour and that Tim was still jumper than the first Ventriloquist, Jason was extra careful closing his door quietly.
With the door secure, he headed across the dimly lit living room. His gaze briefly met the gaze of Alfred. The older man was seated on the couch with a book in hand and Stephanie at his side. Her sights were solely locked on the television, which from what he heard was one of the many ridiculous music wannabe shows on lately. Still, Alfred wouldn’t just let him past without a word.
“Back before three, sir?” Alfred asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jason stopped half-way to the kitchen hallway that led to the front door. His shoulders clenched. A grumbled bubbled in his throat.
“Is that a yes?” Alfred said, not sounding even a bit angry but still just as forceful.
Reluctantly, Jason muttered, “Yes.”
“Good,” Alfred replied, returning his gaze to his page in the book.
With a relieved sigh, Jason continued to the front door hallway.
Just as he rounded the corner, Alfred commented, “You and Master Richard have a good time, Master Jason.”
His brow wrinkled as he entered the hallway connecting the living room to the kitchen and front door. “Dick? What are you…?” Even as the words tumbled out, he found his answer standing before him.
There, leaning against the front door, was Dick. His Gotham Knights coat rested over one arm and his phone in the other hand. He was dressed far more casual than Jason had seen him in a very long time.
Jason’s mouth hung open as he took in the electric blue, V-neck shirt that seemed more like a second skin than actual clothes. Of course, it didn’t even come all the way to the black, low-riding jeans. There was a good couple centimeters of his hip visible and not a sign of underpants or boxers in sight.
As his throat tightened, Jason forced his gaze away from the skin-kissed, peek-a-boo flesh. He took note of how focused Dick was on his new touch-pad cellphone. There was a good minute before Dick glanced up from it to notice Jason.
“Ready to go?” Dick chirped as he hit the send button and pocketed the phone in his back pocket.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jason spat, glaring down at his older brother. Being a few inches taller had its advantages. “Shouldn’t you be playing overbearing nursemaid or something to T-bird?”
There was the briefest flicker of distress in Dick’s eyes as he fingered his back pocket. “No,” he said simply at first, looking at some point past Jason for a moment. Then, he swallowed. With a shake of his head, he met Jason’s gaze again “You know how out of it Tim is after taking the medicine, and the others said they’d watch him, while we out. We are going out, right?” asked Dick with wide, inquisitive eyes. He made a slight gesture over his shoulder at the door. “Like I suggested a few days ago. Remember? You agreed when Damian was beating your ass at the Justice League Champions’ video game.”
Jason eyes dipped. He recalled the event and the clear cheating by the youngest Robin. He was sure cheat codes were involved.
Furrowing his brow, Jason had a brief flicker of recall involving Dick. He had been more back and forth between the living room and his shared room with Tim that day. Dick had seemed kind of antsy.
Then, Jason recalled Dick’s comment about feeling cooped up and wanting to get out. Jason might have commented that Dick should just go out, if he so wanted. Still, Jason hadn’t specifically said “with him.”
Another thought crossed Jason’s fuming thoughts. He recalled Alfred wasn’t that far out of earshot. Raising an eyebrow, Jason glanced back to the living room. “Did Alfred put you up to this, Dickie-boy? ‘Cause you can tell Alfie, I don’t need a babysitter. I’m just…”
With a chuckle from Dick, Jason’s gaze snapped back to the oldest Robin. “No. No. It’s just me. As I said… I thought we could hang out.”
“Hang out, huh?” drily said Jason, crossing his arms. “Isn’t that all we do… as a band?”
Dick’s head dipped as he chuckled. “Oh, that’s different. I mean, getting out just the two of us." He paused, meeting Jason's gaze again. "As I said, I’ve been feeling really cooped up. Just need… I don’t know … to reconnect… with others.”
Jason knew what Dick’s idea of going out usually was. Dick was the social butterfly of the family. He lived to socialize. That was as far from Jason as possible. Even as a drinker, Jason preferred to do it alone. He didn’t want the chatty voices, bubbly laughter, or thumping music for enhancing the experience.
And yet, when Dick laughed, the small skeptical voice that sounded an awful lot like Bruce told Jason that more was going on here. Something just wasn’t right. He saw it in so many aspects of Dick’s actions. Not just now, but he’d been seeing them throughout the last two weeks.
Last Thursday wasn’t the first time, Dick mentioned wanting to going out. He had talked to Jason about it on no less than six different occasions. Each time, Tim was not within earshot. Sometimes, Jason swore Dick wasn’t asking so much as pleading with his eyes.
Briefly brushing off the Bruce voice’s concerns, Jason chuckled. “What? Trying to improve your brotherly standing from horrible to annoying.”
Dick laughed too, except it sounded dry and forced.
Still Jason pressed on with his sarcastic comment. “Or have you finally driven Tim to bar you from your guys’ bed with your incessant yammering. Could drive a guy mad, you and your…”
Even as the words tumbled free, Jason felt a punch in the gut. Dick’s gaze has shifted to the floor along with his smile. There was moisture forming in those deep, blue eyes. It was the same look Dick wore since they brought the broken and traumatized Tim back from Ra’s al Ghul.
Swallowing, Dick bit his lower lip. “Nah,” he said with a quiver to his voice. Jason felt another punch in the gut. “Just needed to get out, but… I… I understand… maybe…”
With a very heavy sigh, Jason uncrossed his arms. “Look, it is fine. We’ll go out, just don’t expect me to babysit you, okay?”
When Dick looked back, much to his credit, only the subtlest of wetness remained his eyes. “Really, Jason?”
“Sure. Sure,” Jason said dismissively. He looked away, seeking anything else to look at that wasn’t the glowing face of Dick. When his gaze fell upon Dick’s Gotham Knight’s jacket, he reconsidered his words. “But only on one account. I get to wear your GK jacket tonight.”
When he finally glanced to meet Dick’s gaze, there was a huge grin bursting forth. It should have been illegal. He doubted there was a person alive that couldn’t be swayed by it. He certainly couldn’t. He actually felt flushed under the beaming radiance.
“Great! Fine!” Dick said, handing the jacket over. As Jason shouldered it on, he heard Dick chuckle. “Just be careful. I don’t want to be the one to explain to Tim if you lose it.”
“Tt,” Jason said dismissively, shouldering on the oversized, even on him, jacket that Tim had bought the Christmas after losing Bruce. Any dark thought that might have come from that was stolen by the grasp of Dick’s warm hand in his.
“And better yet, Little Wing,” Dick said with his stereotypical jubilant chirp. “I know of this great place to hit up. Highly recommended by Roy and Kyle. It’s called Paradiso.”
Again, Jason raised a questioning eyebrow. “It isn’t some dance club?”
Dick just beamed a smile and dragged Jason out of the penthouse. This was not going to be a normal night, Jason could already tell.
TO BE CONTINUED….
