As Jason predicted Dick looked downright pitiful when he finally got to the hole in the wall he was staying in. It took some time to get there, first from Blüdhaven to Gotham and then to this specific place. Jason thought it gave Dick plenty of time to calm down and get used to the idea. But no. Dick burst into uncontrollable sobs the second he got through the door and latched onto him like a leech. It wouldn't be much of a problem if Dick wasn't in Jason's body. Not only he was taller, but he had enhanced strength at his disposal. Which he was using to squeeze the life out of Jason right now.

"Can't breathe!" Jason gasped out. He felt something give in his chest and he screamed in pain.

Dick immediately let go stumbling back, eyes wide and wet.

Jason groaned as he caught his breath and prodded at his ribs. He didn't think any were broken, but some were definitely cracked.

"Fuck, Dick!" Jason glared at his brother. "You need to be more careful!"

"I'm sorry!" Dick whimpered, "I'm sorry, I don't know… sorry. Are you alright?" he made a step toward Jason reaching for him, but he stopped a second later and threw himself back all the way to the other side of the room with an anguished cry. "I'm so so sorry!"

Geez, Dick was a perfect picture of the patheticness. Eyes red rimmed and swimming with tears, wet cheeks, runny nose, hunched pose shaking with sobs, and all of that packed in Jason's manly body. He was so going to kill the bastard if someone else got to see him look like that.

Jason held back a sigh.

"Dick," he said gently, coming over and softly laying a hand on the heaving shoulder. "You need to calm down, alright? I'm fine. Just a couple of cracked ribs. Nothing new. I'll live. But you need to calm down before you get worse."

"I'm sorry," Dick hiccuped. "I don't know what's happening. I didn't meant to hurt you!"

"I know," Jason soothed, massaging the tense shoulder. "Come here. Lie down," he ordered gesturing at the bed.

Dick followed his instructions like a puppy, getting his massive body on the bed and curling into a small ball of misery.

"That's it," Jason murmured. He sat down next to Dick and started running his hands over his hair and shoulders. "Just breathe."

Jason was practically breaking in hives at the display of affection, but Dick was a creature of comfort and the gentle touch was a sure way to calm him down. And Jason needed Dick to calm down. He didn't know how the Pit would affect him. With Jason it was a murderous rage, but with Dick? Better not to find out. Ever.

It wasn't how he imagined it. Jason had plans on blasting into the lives of the Batfamily and burning them all to the ground. Well… not Alfred, and maybe Dick. He definitely did not plan to swap bodies with Dick and then having to comfort him.

It was all of those brats fault. If they didn't go out, then they wouldn't get into this mess and Jason would be free to do as he pleased. Now all his plans laid in ruins.

"It's real, isn't it?' Dick sniffed, looking at him. "You're really here?"

"Yes, Dick," Jason sighed. "I'm here. In your body. You're in mine. And the brats won't know what hit them."

"What?" Dick frowned.

"Apparently they went on patrol when they weren't supposed to," Jason shrugged and stood up. "And it led to this," he gestured between them. "They switched too."

"Oh," Dick watched him carefully. "You met Tim and Damian?"

"I did," Jason narrowed his eyes at him. "They invaded m-yo- the bed while I was sleeping in it."

"Yeah, Tim does that," Dick agreed. "Are you… mad at him?" he asked hesitantly, remembering the pictures on the wall.

"Mad?" Jason snorted. "Mad doesn't begin to cover it. But we're not having this conversation. Not here. Are you okay now?"

"Are you?" Dick countered getting up. "Let me see."

Jason rolled his eyes but stood still while Dick gently checked his ribs.

"Just cracked," Dick confirmed with relief. "Take it easy for a while."

"I know, Dick," Jason smirked. "Now come. We have to get out of Gotham before Bruce find us."

"Yeah, Little Wing," Dick grinned. He hefted the bag off the floor and went for the door. "Let's go home."

"Home?" Jason stared after him, thrown a little with the mood switch. "What home? Dick?! I'm not going to the manor!"