Aftermath: Broken Bones

Chapter 2

As Jason left the manner he couldn't help but tremble at the thought of what could possibly be on the file. His file. There were just so many things that there could be. How much of Jason's past had been written down? He felt violated, and helpless. This whole situation just brought him back to his childhood all over again. He wasn't himself. The only thing that seamed to penetrate his loneliness now was the ghost of his past.

He hadn't even gotten halfway across Gotham before he received a message from Nightwing. Hood, 34th and Bullock."

Jason gripped the flash drive in his hand tighter. I'm not in the mood for this Nightwing.

Jason waited for a response, but it never came. Nightwing. What's the situation?

Only silence. Jason frowned. He didn't want to be around Dick right now. This entire mess had started with Dick. He couldn't completely say it was his Psuedo-Brother's entire fault though. It had been Jason's choice. His actions are what cost him the relationship he had always wanted. Shaking his head he tried to rid himself of the thought. He couldn't continue to blame himself for trying to do things the right way. He chose this path and he would stay on it. He wasn't a maniac or criminal. No more than a vigilante was at least. Well, if he was being completely honest? Yeah he was a criminal, but to be called a murderer? That meant something different. He killed people to save lives. What is one Gangster's life worth compared to truly good people? He save lives. More than he took away.

Saving people was a Bat thing to begin with. He thought about Nightwing and wondered what kind of trouble he had gotten himself into. He wanted to ignore Dick's request for a rendezvous, but a thought in the back of his head whispered a warning. What if Dick was in trouble?

He made his decision and Headed to Dick's location.

As he arrived, he came to two realizations: A) Nightwing was a douche and B) Nightwing was a douche. Said vigilante was leaning against the heating unit on one of the buildings. He looked completely calm with a thoughtful expression on his face. After Jason had landed on the roof, Dick looked up with a small smile. Jason grimaced, "I see you're fine."

Nightwing shrugged, "As fine as ever."

"Right. Well, since you don't need me-"

Dick cut Jason off quickly, "Hood, can we cut the crap!?"

"What crap?" Jason spat, "You started this."

"I get it! I'm a horrible person, but I'm tired of this." The other man replied. "Can we just move on already?"

Jason walked right up to Dick and was barely an Inch from his face as he spoke in a very threatening tone. There was a fire in his eyes as he glared at Dick, "Why? So you can mend your guilty conscience?"

Dick spotted Jason's expression. Even through the mask Nightwing could tell he was absolutely livid. It wasn't as if Dick was thrilled either. He just wanted to repair things. "I'm sorry. How many times do I have to say it before you stop with this attitude."

Jason sneered, "Attitude?"

Dick grit his teeth. "Why do you have to make everything so Goddamn difficult!?"

There was a sudden metallic thud as Dick was shoved back against the ventilation shaft that rose from the roof behind him. Strong hands gripped Nightwing's throat, but not enough to cut his air supply off. There was a long silence as the two former Robins glared at each other heatedly.

Dick felt the air leave his lungs as a pair of lips descended on his. He was so shocked he didn't respond for a moment, until Jason's tongue lapped at his bottom lip. Dick groaned and returned the kiss with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. He gripped onto Jason's Jacket as he was pushed against the metal more. Jason snaked his other hand up into Dick's hair. He ran his fingers through it in a soft sort of caress that was so unlike his typical harsh manner. He pulled away from the kiss slowly, panting, as he kissed along the older man's jaw. Once he reached the man's ear he nibbled lightly on the lobe.

Dick gasped and let out a small whimper when all of a sudden Jason gripped tightly on his hair and yanked back exposing his neck. The juncture between his shoulder and neck was bitten tenderly before lips moved next to his ear. Jason's breath against Dick's ear was torture as it tickled his neck and jaw. "Is this what you want Dickie?"

Nightwing shuttered biting his lip and closing his eyes.

Jason thrusts against his adopted brother letting out a groan through clenched teeth, "If you wanted a quick fuck, I can give you that. Was it really that good for you?"

"W-What?" He gasped confused.

"That's all you wanted right? Someone to have a little fun between the sheets with? Bored with all your red heads?"

Before Dick can respond Jason is suddenly pulled away from him. It takes a moment for him to gather his senses, but as soon as he surveys the area he sees Damian flung across the gravel of the roof. Robin isn't even fazed. He catches himself in a roll before turning right back at Jason this time with a sword. "Get your filthy fingers off him you swine!"

Dick jumps forward just as Damian is about to strike. He throws himself between Jason and the boy holding his hands up. "Stop it!"

Jason doesn't relax a bit, but Damian lowers his sword slightly. Robin gazes at his mentor in confusion. "What is this? Nightwing, I demand an explanation!"

"Robin…"

"Do not speak to me in that tone! I have not yet forgiven you."

Dick sighs, "This wasn't something that you needed to see."

"I am not a child!" the boy shouted, " I know what I saw. I want to know why you would allow this mongrel to put his wretched hands on you."

"We have…" Dick paused looking for the right answer. "This is really between us, we are still processing it."

The boy looked from Jason to Dick. His voice was pure venom as he spoke. "I see."

"He doesn't need to know anything about this!" Jason shouted. "Its none of his business! It's nobody's business."

Damian completely ignored the former Robin. "Are you and he truly…?"

"I don't know." Dick spoke at the same time Jason shouted, "No!"

Damian frowned, "I will not accept that."

"Who the hell said it was any of your business?"

The oldest of the three shook his head. Watching his two brothers fight was the last thing he wanted to do tonight. "Jason, can we talk later? Please?"

A scoff was his only reply as he witnesses the man dive off the roof before throwing a line. Jason wasn't particularly interested in getting caught up in more Bat Family drama.

Later, Jason fiddled with the thumb drive in his hand. Slapping the drive on the nightstand loudly he sat there and simply glaring at it. He wasn't sure he wanted to know exactly what was on the file, but he needed to know. He needed to know what Bruce had written about him. How much detail was in this file? How much did Bruce really know about his childhood before the manor?

An hour must have passed while Jason's brain was riddled with facing possible humiliation. A tap at the window pulled him from his introspection. "Fucking great."

Nightwing was crouched on his windowsill looking around the room as if expecting company, "Can we talk?"

"Did you make up with the demon spawn already?" Jason asked leaning back in his chair. He didn't really care. At this point he was just looking for something to get Dick riled up.

Dick gave him a cold look, "Don't call him that."

"Whatever," Was the younger man's only reply as he swiveled around in his chair. He swiped the flash drive off the desk and threw it in a drawer. "What do you want?"

Dick didn't answer. He looked at the now shut drawer. "What was that?"

"Nothing you haven't seen before."

Dick gave him a long look. "Bruce said you broke into the Batcave. Is that what you stole?"

"I didn't steal shit. It was handed to me!" Jason snapped, "I have a right to know."

The older man sighed, "I'm not going to stop you."

Jason snorted, "Like you could."

Choosing to ignore Jason's snark, Dick walked into the apartment closing the window behind him. "Jason…"

"It was a mistake."

Dick paused and turned around to look at Jason, "What?"

"Kissing you. It was a mistake." His voice was flat and unfeeling. Something he had been trained to do under stress. "Fucking you too. That was my fault though."

Dick took a step closer, "No, Jason, it wasn't a mistake. The only mistake that was made was treating the situation so lightly."

"So, you're still trying to apologize? Why? Think you can get one more in before I leave town for good?"

Dick grit his teeth, "Would you please stop that? I'm really trying hard here Jason. I want to make things right between us. I want us to work this out!"

"Maybe if you keep saying it I'll believe you." Jason took off his mask at this point and set it down at the desk. Dick did the same.

"Jason, I want…" Dick couldn't finish. He wasn't sure how to say it. When Jason folded his arms glaring expectantly, Dick had no choice but to press forward. "I want us to do this over. Try again."

Jason stood up so suddenly Dick thought he might attack. Instead he turned around putting his hands on the desk. His head fell forward and he began breathing rapidly.

Dick panicked and rushed over to put a hand on Jason's Shoulder. "Jason I-"

Jason turned around gripping his wrist painfully. " Don't Touch me!"

Dick took a step back holding his free hand up in a pleading gesture.

Jason looked into his eyes, "Goddamnit! This is seriously what you wanted? To get in my pants again? I was just fucking with you earlier, but…you really do. I can't believe this. What happened to me being a criminal?"

"It's not-"

"Not what? A problem!? As long as I'm gone by morning?"

"Jason stop! I want to try being with you! I want to be with you." He finished quietly. "I can't condone you killing, but… I know you aren't-"

"I am." The younger interrupted, "I'm a bad guy. I'm the one that guys like you are suppose to throw in Jail."

Dick shook his head; "You told me you would have done anything for me. Is that not true anymore?"

Jason dropped Dick's wrist as if burned, "Is that what this is about then? A way to get Red Hood out of the picture?"

"No!" Dick pinched the bridge of his nose frustrated, "Jason, I want you. I want to be with you. I don't think I could bear to see you kill someone, but… I'm willing to try and make things work. If you try."

Jason was silent for a long time. He looked down at the ground deep in thought. Was this worth it? Would Dick just throw him out again? He didn't like to trust people. Part of his upbringing had hammered that into his scull. Between growing up in the gutter and becoming the second boy wonder. He'd learned that people lied, cheated and manipulated, but this was Dick. His Idol. The man he worshipped as a kid.

A gloved hand slid up his cheek lifting his gaze back to where blue eyes met his own. There was a brief pause. No movement, no words, not even a breath was whispered between the two before they suddenly clashed together heatedly for the second time that night. A moan was sounded between them neither knowing who it came from. Jason shrugged his Jacket off and began maneuvering them toward the bedroom.

Nightwing pulled back only for a fraction of a second to remove his gloves. His boots were kicked off to the side and forgotten as he was suddenly shoved roughly onto the bed. Jason kicked his own off along with several other pieces of gear. He crawled onto Dick's lap straddling him as he pulled the red adorned Shirt off himself. Dick marveled at the feel of Jason's skin once more under his fingertips. The hard skin and tight muscles felt so firm and erotic. The scars were a map of his life and he traced each one with care. He kissed the younger man tenderly on the collarbone before Jason bent to capture his lips while running his now gloveless fingers through the older man's hair. Trailing kisses from Dick's mouth to his ear he then sucked gently on his earlobe. " Don't hurt me again."

Dick gripped Jason's face between his palms and rubbing his thumbs over Jason's cheeks. Like this, he looked so young. "I've got you Little Wing."

Once more, Jason believed him. Dick would never hurt him. Not again. Jason nodded and pulled Dick into a kiss once more as he unzipped the back of Nightwing's suit. It was a difficult task to get them both completely undressed and out of what little gear remained, but they reveled in it. Taking their time to explore each other once again. This time was slower. Jason gripped Dick's shaft tightly and stroked it. He knew exactly what his idol liked. He moved them closer as he sat atop Dick's thighs and positioned them together. Fishing out a bottle of some kind of slick substance, Jason handed it over knowing full well what he was asking.

"You're sure? I could always-"

"Dick." Jason's voice sounded in the quiet room. He was slightly breathless, but his words never waivered as he spoke. He looked directly into the matching set of blue eyes across from him trying to convey what he felt. This was Dick's second chance, a chance to make things right between them and set the record straight. Dick didn't have to say anything in response. He coated his fingers liberally with the provided liquid and reached around to finger Jason's hole gently.

Jason's breath hitched as his heart began to pound in his chest. He calmed himself as best he could continue to stroke himself and Dick together. Once he was prepared Jason lifted himself and positioned his body at the perfect angle. Dick leaned back on one hand for balance gripping Jason's waist with the other. Jason sank down onto him slowly.

"Fuck, Jason you feel so-mfn!" Jason cut him off with a deep kiss as he impaled himself the rest of the way onto Dick's member. "Fuck!"

Jason then began to rock his hips upward riding Dick. He ran a hand through the other man's thick black hair as he did this. "Do you… ever shut up…Dickie?"

Dick growled and flipped them over so that he was on top, "No."

Leaning over Jason, Dick began to thrust into him with purpose all the while kissing, sucking and biting at that precious scarred skin of his. "God, I could do this forever with you."

The both gazed at each other briefly over the slip of tongue before Jason laughed, "You don't have the stamina."

Dick laughed and grinned, "I'll show you stamina."

Just as Dick was about thrust in once more he heard a voice on the Com he had somehow forgotten to take out. Nightwing.

Dick froze. That was not a voice he ever wanted to hear while in the process of screwing his pseudo brother. He flinched so visibly Jason leaned up, "What's wrong?"

Nightwing, Copy.

Dick reached up to his ear, Kind of caught me at a bad time B.

Jason's eyes grew wide in shock. "No fucking way!"

You weren't at home. I thought you might be out patrolling. This time it was Tim.

Um, Just finishing up some business. Dick replied awkwardly looking down a t Jason who was still half impaled on his cock. Did you need something urgent?

Bruce made a non-committal noise We've got a Gang dispute in progress. Where are you?

He's with Red Hood. Damian. Great, the whole family was currently talking to him on his earpiece while he was banging(attempting to bang) his almost brother.

Robin. Dick snapped.

Nightwing. Bruce interrupted We need all hands on deck

Red Hood can- Dick began.

Red Robin jumped in quickly We don't need his help. He'll only make things worse.

Jason noticed his name and rubbed a palm over his face. "Are you seriously-"

"Shut up!"

B. I can vouch for him. He'll be on his best behavior Dick looked at Jason pointedly. This was his chance to prove to Dick that he could handle doing things the Bat way. No killing. Jason nodded.

Fine. Sending coordinates now.

Batman! We can't really- Tim argued

Batman cut him off Red Robin.

Fine. Tim conceded. There was no arguing with Bruce. Red Robin out.

The line went quiet and Dick assumed everyone went to prepare. He looked down to Jason who was already starting to sit up. "Sorry. Duty calls."

Jason gave him an annoyed look, "You didn't have to drag me into it."

"Well, I did." Dick pulled his now withering dick out of Jason and began to clean up as he dressed. "I want to make this work."

"You going to explain this to Bruce?" Jason said motioning between Dick and himself.

Dick thought for a moment and shook his head. "Now isn't the time."

Jason nodded and said nothing else as he began to dress. Dick hoped he was making the right call by including Jason in on this. He wanted to see for himself that Jason could reign in his violent tendencies. He didn't want to hurt the man further, but if Jason couldn't play by the family rules, this would all end in heartache anyway.