נתחיל במשהו עדין יחסית, כבר הכנתי את הטיוטה לסיפור השני שהוא משמעותית יותר מזעזע אז שלפחות יהיה אחד חמוד
קבלו עומואים שיכורים. זה סיפור לא גמור אבל אני אוהבת אותו ככה. הבהרה: הם לא אחים ביולוגיים בשום צורה, זה סיפור על הרובינים של באטמן כי אני חננה שלא תאמן
Drunken Dreams:
He was so goddamn beautiful.
His messy hair, his beautiful cobalt eyes, his smooth and soft skin.
The way he moved, talked, fought.
He was purely the definition of perfection.
Jason dragged Dick out of the bar, “c’mon big boy, you need to go to rehab or something.” The younger man said, picking Dick up and walking towards his brother’s apartment.
Dick giggled, playing with Jason’s hair, “I could totally say the same thing about you smoking.” He hugged Jason gently, “but I’m a good fucking brother, and I don’t nag you about stupid things like rehab or sleep or stop hitting this other guy...” he murmured as they got closer to Dick’s house.
Jason smiled, looking into his eyes, “at least my cigarettes don’t make me talk like an idiot, let alone act like one.”
Dick laughed, “he started it! He was hitting on you!”
“he wasn’t even close to me, Dick.”
“he had his eye on you the whole time I know it because I know things and stuff...”
“sure you do. He had his eye on me, so you tried to take both his eyes.”
“precisely.” Dick replied happily.
“with coasters?”
“what else?” Dick smiled a very, maybe too satisfied smile, “I thought you’d understand, considering you’re the big bad wolf in Gotham, who kills people because they’re ugly.”
“you’re impossible.” Jason opened the door to Dick’s flat and put him on the old, blue couch. He was so tired from the fight, so a nap didn’t seem like a bad idea at all at the moment.
Dick didn’t let go of him for one moment, he felt so safe in his arms, “Jaybird I’m cold...” he said quietly, hugging him even tighter. Jason was never the hugging type, so Dick took advantage of every second he let him show affection. If he wasn’t so drunk maybe he could even remember it in the next morning.
Jason sighed and took off his jacket, which would be an easy task unless Dick didn’t wrapped himself all over him. “there you go, giant baby.” they lied together on the couch as Jason embraced Dick into his arms.
A pair of deep, blue eyes looked at Jason, “am I causing you troubles?” Dick murmured quietly, his eyes locked on Jason’s.
“you’re not really yourself when you’re drunk, Dickie, so I don’t mind.” Jason replied as a tiny curve of lips, sort of a smile brightened his face.
וציור שממש לא זכרתי שמתאר את הסיפור הזה. אולי הוא מבוסס על הציור הזה, אין לדעת. זה היה מזמן