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( he's here. he's moved into dick's space of his own free will, which counts for a lot. there's a lot of shit he and dick should probably talk about, eventually. the differences between them, the expectations built off of other selves that don't quite match up. he's certain dick's running everything he knows about his jason against him, which is fair. they've got the same name, a similar background, they were both robin.

it's the robin connection that still binds them. it's dick's name, passed through five different brats by jason's time, six if you count duke - which, considering duke doesn't like being counted as a robin, jason generally doesn't. but dick grayson always counts. this one's different, older, more visibly sharp whereas the grayson had been familiar with worked hard to sand down the edges. he's different. it makes this feel easier, in a way.

easy enough that when dick stands up and presses against jason, jason's leaning into him. tilts his neck back to give dick more room to work with and reaches behind himself to grab onto the elasticy fabric of his shirt, starts yanking it up and off of his head. the kevlar's thicker in parts of it, strapped tight together in others to help lessen the number of weak spots in his armor, but it's all the same piece which makes pulling it off significantly easier than if it wasn't. it slides up his abdomen as he pulls back out of dick's reach just long enough to yank it up and off of his head, dropping it, too, down onto the coffee table before jason's takes a step forward and - presses right up against dick, chest-to-chest.

he's covered in scars, but jason doubts any of that is surprising. flash burns, cigarette burns, bullet wounds, plenty of places where someone's managed to dig something sharp and pointy into him, some mangled and making it clear where jason had to stitch and then restitch because he refused to sit down and let it heal first and instead pulled his work loose. the thick line across the right side of his neck, where bruce had sliced through his throat.

nothing worth pausing over.

with his own shirt removed, jason slides his hand back and under dick's shirt, fingers moving up to fit over his ribcage. )

You said you wanted it to be different. Wanna elaborate?