the boy drags his feet through the compound,
half asleep and bleary-eyed. it’s late at night,
but he can’t sleep and he’s not sure who is home,
so he’s not sure if there’s anyone he can talk to.he punches in the keycode for jason’s level
and the door creaks when it opens, dispelling
compressed air at the same time. it blows his
unruly bangs away from his eyes and he tiredly
swipes them back into place as he meanders
through the level.eventually he spots the light of a holo-pad
casting jason’s face into sharp, blue shadows.
dick walks over, drapes his arms over jason’s
neck from the back of the couch, mumbles,”Are those new specs for the Dragon?”
it’s not often the kid sneaks up on him
but then again, he was trained by the best.
the noise of the door barely made him blink
cause roxy has a chip on her tag.
he’s tired and he’s messy and he’s all that jason
isn’t. but he let him into his life anyway.
from spilled milk to shoemarks on the tv,
dick has made his home here.
jason isn’t paying attention to the comings and
goings. he’s drawing up plans for ilya to work on
later. strong arms appear, and jason smiles.
he always smiles for grayson.
“Hey Kid. Yeah, working up some additional stuff for the Mark III. Any ideas?”
and all of this will never be the same again 