I couldn't stop thinking about @zeroducks-2's post where they said about Jason and Bruce that "They should be unable to coexist in the same room let alone speak" and idk I got inspired and this came into being
They're after some rough patrol and Dick managed to convince Jason to go with them to manor so he can take care of his injuries.
Dick was in the middle of wrapping Jason's hand when the door opened. Tim looked up from his book and Jason stiffened so slightly that if it weren't for the way Dick was holding his arm he wouldn't even notice it and really, that was all Dick needed to get who was standing at the door. He didn't stop wrapping Jason's hand, didn't even look up and after a few seconds Jason's muscles unclenched.
"Is there something you need, Bruce?" Dick hummed after few seconds when the man still didn't move from his place by the door.
Bruce cleared his throat. "No."
And then he walked inside. Dick's eyes flicked up to watch him as he moved further into the room. Even Tim put his book aside to stare at Bruce with a frown and his lips pressed into a line, as if he wanted to say something but didn't. Bruce didn't seem to notice all the looks he received, or maybe he just simply ignored them because he put a hand on an armrest of a chair and moved as if he wanted to sit down.
"Bruce."
Bruce froze at the tone. "Yes, Dick?"
Dick turned back to his little brother. Jason was looking down, eyes flashing slightly green, at his hand Dick was still holding and that hold was probably the only thing keeping him from storming out of the room and from the manor and running far away from this place.
Dick really couldn't blame him.
"If you don't need anything, then you can leave." He said.
Jason lifted his head sharply to look at him. The green faded from his eyes and Dick curled his lips into a soft smile, before finishing the wrapping and moving to cleaning up other, more minor cuts on Jason's arm.
"What?" Bruce asked, almost as if he was making sure he heard right.
"I said leave." Dick repeated patiently. "You don't need to be here, you said so yourself. We came to this room so we wouldn't have to be around you and yet you followed us here. Maybe you didn't know. I don't care. Leave."
He didn't have to look at Bruce to see the way his eyes narrowed just slightly.
"This is my home." He said and Dick needed a few seconds to breath so he wouldn't snap.
"Yes. It is." He said in a cold voice. "That's why you can choose whatever room you want to sit in. Not this one."
"Dick-"
"I swear to fucking god, Bruce-"
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Spice o Life
“Eddie?”
“Yeah sweets?”
“Why is there pepper in your room?”
“Hm?” He finally looks up and follows where your pointing to a lone pepper shaker sitting atop his dresser. “Oh!”
“I know you like to eat in bed, but like, seems a bit messy Eddie, even for you-“
“No no no, babe. Listen. It’s for dnd.”
You squint at him. “Are you like, making the boys take a shot for every missed roll? That’s a bit cruel even for you.”
He throws his head back with a laugh, “No, but I should that sounds like a riot. Naw, this is for making maps. Here, watch.” He gestures for you to sit with him on the floor, stretching to grab the pepper and his crusty composition notebook of campaign ideas.
Once you’re settled next to him and the notebook is spread open on the floor, he unscrews the shaker and pours it out with wild abandon along the lined page. Eddie’s tongue is plump over his lip as he focuses on carving and outlines around the mounds and hills of spice with his pen. He looks delicious while hes working at something.
He finishes with a flourish that scatters pepper all over the page and the lines he had marked.
“Fuck. Well, then we juuuust...” He picks up the notebook and tries to delicately pour it back into the glass, but you watch it fall like dark snow into his carpet. The room already smells like spice, which is an upgrade from stale beers and old cigarettes. “Viola!” He brandishes the page to you, his brand new masterpiece.
“A mysterious new land full of danger and treasure for our adventurers to explore!” He grins with that spark in his eye that you know means that he’s proud of himself. You want to remind him that he should be, but he’s never been good at taking a sincere compliment. You focus on something else.
“Our adventurers?” You raise an eyebrow and lean in close.
He blushes, “Well. I mean- It’s just a figure of speech.”
You hum and look up at him from under your lashes, “Hm. Too bad. Sounds nice, ruling by your side.”
His eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips, the teasing always riling him up and making him shy.
“EDWARD! WHERE’S THE DAMN PEP-oh.” Wayne chooses the perfect moment to open the door. He nods apologetically, “My bad. Eddie, pepper?” He holds a hand out.
Eddie groans and tosses it over, and Wayne catches it. “Sorry, Wayne.”
“No, no. You kids have, uh, fun.”
“Wayne.” Eddie flushes a delightful shade of red.
“Stay safe, use protection.” He’s grinning as he’s turning to leave.
“WAYNE!”
You’re giggling while the door shuts and Eddie covers his face with his hands. He flops back onto the floor, and you follow suit to lie on his chest, peeking between his fingers to catch his eye.
“That was cute.” You say.
“That was embarrassing,” He combats.
“He’s family, that’s what he’s there for.” You tangle your hands with his to drag them away from his cheeks. “Plus, its kinda embarrassing for him to come to your room for table condiments.”
Eddie gasps in offence, “It’s for the campaign!”
“Ok, dungeon master.”
“Ooh, I like when you call me that.” He leans down for a kiss, but you pull back before your lips can touch.
“Only if I can sit on the throne.”
“Baby,” He steals a peck, “you can have my whole kingdom.”
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