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“Okay, here’s what I have to know.” Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson | Titans 2.02

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a very necessary gifset of dick’s arms in 2.03

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Dick Grayson is apart of a mommy blogger group where they trade child raising and health food tips, and nothing any of you say will convince me otherwise

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“Free babysitting, my ass. You put my babysitting skills to the test when you get too drunk on tequila shots.” Jason shot back immediately, reaching out to try to annoy Damian further when Dick shoved Tim and Damian further away from him. “That’s just rude, really. It’s my obligation to annoy the demon spawn over there.” He huffed. 

“Whatever, Grayson. Have fun on your date.” Tim muttered, shooting Jason the bird as he was texting with the other hand. 

“I wasn’t even doing anything that time.” Jason huffed and shoved at the side of Tim’s head petulantly. 

Jason looked over at Dick and cracked a grin, “sure. Sounds good to me. I mean, I can pay for shit, but if you insist.” He quipped, squeezing Dick’s knee to try to make him squirm. 

“As great as this has been, Bruce. We’re leaving now.” He announced loudly, clapping his hands together. “Enjoy the torture, children. I’m out of here.” He waved off any attempt of Bruce’s to sway him to stay, not even knowing what the meeting was about in the first place.

Dick rolled his eyes and gave a sharp elbow to Jason’s arm. “Maybe we don’t talk about my alcohol habits in front of them,” he mock whispers. By the time everyone says their goodbyes (Jason’s considerably less personal than Dick’s) Bruce is giving Dick reminders about checking a few buildings right outside of Gotham that he knows belong to Luther, and even Dick isn’t listening. He hugged the two younger bat-boys and reassured Bruce that he will call him before his next patrol and then they were headed out of the manor.

“So,” he started, pulling his jacket on over his hoodie, “Alfred actually sent a goon to come grab me after my mid-afternoon patrol, so I’m two-seating with you. I assume you definitely don’t have an extra helmet?” He laughed, allowing Jason to get on, then himself, arms wrapped tightly around Jason’s chest. He had pulled on a cool little gadget that Bruce had made, glasses that turned into a visor to protect his eyes on his bike. “If you throw me off of this, I will literally come back to haunt you, Todd.”

The ride to Giovanni’s wasn’t a long one by any means, but it felt like forever with Jason’s reckless weaving through Gotham streets. Dick tightened his arms at every turn, pressing a palm to Jason’s chest. By the time they parked, Dick had the jitters. “You are truly a psychopath.”

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“When isn’t he?” Jason muttered, flopping down beside Dick on the bench. “I wasted gas for this shit, so it better be worth it.” He huffed, although he already knew that it wouldn’t be save for seeing the others. And maybe to irritate Damien. 

As Bruce ranted on about god only knows what, Jason stopped paying attention forever ago, he reached around Dick’s shoulder to flick at the back of Damien’s ear. The Wayne growled and shot a steely glare in Jason’s direction, Jason merely grinning in that shit-eating way he always did. 

“Are you asking me or are you asking Todd?” Tim asked, eyes glued to the screen of his phone. “Because if it’s me then it’s to be a menace on society. Maybe get some coffee. Why?” 

Jason kicked out at Tim’s ankle that was propped up on his thigh, sending him jerking forward. He let out a triumphant noise, knocking Tim’s hand away when he tried to hit out at him in retribution. “I’m not doing shit. I think I might get something to go from that taco truck downtown and go home before I patrol tonight. What about you, Grayson?”

“Children,” Dick reprimands them with swats to their muscular chests. Bruce doesn’t seem concerned with any of their antics, more than likely used to the fact that it’s a near constant battle, raising four boys. “Well I was going to offer to take you over to Giovanni’s for real Italian and coffee, but I don’t know if I’m ready to babysit for free at this point in my life.”

Rolling his eyes, Dick pushed Tim and Damian further from Jason’s outstretched arms and legs, a truly difficult feat considering how stupidly long they were. Damian uses Dick’s signature eyeroll and tries to pay attention to at least 25% of what Bruce is saying. “You know Bruce is going to keep you, Tim-Tams. He wants to work on your reflexive skills. So this invitation is just for this jerk,” he pats Jason’s shoulder as he gives Tim a reassuring smile that he doesn’t even look up from his device to see.

Dick gives up after a long moment and looks back at Bruce’s second-oldest Robin. “So, what do you say? My treat. I have an actual job, you know. That like... pays for stuff?”

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Jason pulled up on his motorcycle on the winding driveway that led up to Wayne manor. He parked it and turned the bike off, remaining sitting on it as he stared up at the looming house before him. He hated these stupid ‘house calls’ Bruce made and practically begged him, as much as one Bruce Wayne could, to come for the meeting. He only did it because he knew Dick would be hitting up his phone immediately after Bruce if he said no. He had a much harder time saying no to Dick than he did Bruce. 

Heaving a heavy sigh, Jason pushed himself off of the motorcycle and headed up to the front door. He opened it without thought and shut it behind him once he stepped through the threshold.

“Master Jason, nice to see you again.” Alfred greeted.

Jason cracked a wry smile and gave the butler, who was more of a father than Bruce was at time, a two finger salute. “Sup, Alfred. Are they in the cave?”

“They are indeed. You’re last to arrive.”

“Are we surprised?” He quipped and nodded, heading down to the Bat Cave to see whatever Bruce was insisting on meeting for.

“Alright, you got me here, Bruce. What the hell do you need?” Jason asked upon entering the cave, hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket. “Sup, Drake. Demon Spawn.” He nodded toward Tim and Damien, his eyes pausing on Dick. “Hey, Dick.”

Bruce’s constant pacing was more than exhausting, if Dick said so himself. The fact that Damien and Tim were still able to pay attention at all while simultaneously browsing the web on their phones was a surprise - even more so that Bruce didn’t yell at them for the distractions - but it was even less of a surprise that Jason was late. He had a tendency for dramatic flare, and while it pissed Dick off as well as made him laugh, it certainly didn’t improve Bruce’s mood.

“Jason,” he greeted somewhat warmly, the mother-hen part of his brain proud that Jason agreed to wear any safety gear while on his bike at all. “Glad to see you show. Bruce is well on his way to an aneurysm.” Bruce growls at them both and Dick scoots over on the modern-looking bench they’re perched upon to make room for the younger man.

Bruce, of course, began his ‘meeting’ quickly, giving unnecessary feedback that the four of them rarely listened to, as headstrong as they all were, but Dick had a difficult time focusing, tight jean-clad thighs pressed neatly against Jason’s.

With Bruce’s back turned, Dick quipped under his breath, “You’d think that after so many months of all of this, he’d take the hint that most of us will just do as we please anyway.” His eyes darted to the ‘most’ of their party, landing gently on Tim. “What’re you doing after this?”

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Dick Grayson in Titans 1x11 

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• dc comics edit: team R (richard “dick” grayson - jason todd - damian wayne - tim drake)

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