Once a Grayson Always a Grayson

nighthawktwopointzero:

thefallenacrobat:

[Text] Of course you knew~ That’s why you sent those pictures in the first place~

[Text] You should come and enjoy your gifts c:  

[Text] Where are you? At home?


nighthawktwopointzero:

thefallenacrobat:

nighthawktwopointzero:

thefallenacrobat:

[Text] I think that you’ve transcended all possible levels of unfair and have created your own special category.

[Text] Because /damn/

[Text] Awww :c

[Text] You don’t like~? c;

[Text] I think ‘love’ would be much more accurate 

[Text] Such a dirty man Dick~ 

[Text] I never knew~

[Text] Of course you knew~ That’s why you sent those pictures in the first place~


Third Time’s the Charm // @thebirdwithabrokenwing

thebirdwithabrokenwing:

thefallenacrobat:

Shit was right. What had Dick worried about the most was the concussion; everything else he could patch up okay until Jason could get better treatment than he could ever provide by himself. Although, at those last two words, Dick couldn’t help but flinch. He hated needles. Hated drugs—even things such as simple pain killers. “…Inject…you…” He swallowed thickly, hands shaking a bit before he stepped closer and tried to do as he was told. 

Jason growled in frustration at Dick’s hesitance.  ”Any day now,” he said.  He’d been trained to handle pain, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t eager for the morphine’s release.  ”What- ya afraid of needles?”

"…Terrified, actually." He swallowed, eyes narrowing into a glare before he too Jason’s wrist in one hand, the other pressing the needle into the man’s skin and injecting the painkilling drug. "Guess ‘any day’ just became today. Now shut up while I go get the kit," he mumbled before yanking the needle out and leaving the room to go to his bathroom.


nighthawktwopointzero:

thefallenacrobat:

[Text] I think that you’ve transcended all possible levels of unfair and have created your own special category.

[Text] Because /damn/

[Text] Awww :c

[Text] You don’t like~? c;

[Text] I think ‘love’ would be much more accurate 


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I got some things for you~ <3

[Text] I think that you’ve transcended all possible levels of unfair and have created your own special category.

[Text] Because /damn/

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Is it spring yet? :D

[Text] I think it’s safe to say that spring has definitely sprung.

[Text] You’re not fair.

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Third Time’s the Charm // @thebirdwithabrokenwing

thebirdwithabrokenwing:

thefallenacrobat:

Dick pulled him over to the couch, then did his best to get Jason on top of it. His goal was to get him stable, not be gentle. Guessing as best as he could from the other man’s gestures, he figured out how to get the red thing off—albeit after several failed attempts. Seeing what laid underneath made him gasp and the blood did nothing for his nerves. 

"Painkiller…okay." He leaned over and moved his fingers to the pocket, digging around a bit before pulling out what he assumed was the medicine. "We need to get that cleaned…where else are you hurt?"

Jason closed his eyes and tried to think.  ”Concussion, fractured forearm… reopened bullet wound… shit…” his mind was muddled, he lifted his undamaged arm, presenting the wrist to Dick.  ”Inject me.”

Shit was right. What had Dick worried about the most was the concussion; everything else he could patch up okay until Jason could get better treatment than he could ever provide by himself. Although, at those last two words, Dick couldn’t help but flinch. He hated needles. Hated drugs—even things such as simple pain killers. “…Inject…you…” He swallowed thickly, hands shaking a bit before he stepped closer and tried to do as he was told. 


Third Time’s the Charm // @thebirdwithabrokenwing

thebirdwithabrokenwing:

thefallenacrobat:

"Sorry…don’t have any—" He let out a yelp as he suddenly felt Jason’s full weight pulling him down, fighting to keep himself upright and to keep them moving towards safety. "Shit, how bad did they get you…?" Dick frowned, more concerned than annoyed grunting as he tugged Jason up the last remaining steps and to the door of his ragged apartment. "See? We’re here, we made it. Safe. Wake up."

Jason blinked back stars and tried to take his helmet off.  His hands slid uselessly against the red mesh.  ”Helmet,” he mumbled, trying to reach the latch on the back to show Dick how to get it off.  He could feel dried blood on his face, he wondered how bad the head wound was.

"M-… meh…" he couldn’t remember the word, "Painkiller shit.  third pocket on left."

Dick pulled him over to the couch, then did his best to get Jason on top of it. His goal was to get him stable, not be gentle. Guessing as best as he could from the other man’s gestures, he figured out how to get the red thing off—albeit after several failed attempts. Seeing what laid underneath made him gasp and the blood did nothing for his nerves. 

"Painkiller…okay." He leaned over and moved his fingers to the pocket, digging around a bit before pulling out what he assumed was the medicine. "We need to get that cleaned…where else are you hurt?"


Third Time’s the Charm // @thebirdwithabrokenwing

thebirdwithabrokenwing:

thefallenacrobat:

Dick walked a little faster then, not wanting to get caught in the hallway on their way up. Sometimes he hated being on a higher floor and sometimes he loved it. Today was the former, he decided, seeing as how they had to clim the stairs. “What was that? Can’t hear you—” he replied, grunting as he continued to support him.

"I said," Jason mumbled through the helmet, "Could really use some morphine about now."  His feet were stumbling on the stairwell, barely scraping over each step up.  Eventually the strength to move his legs at all failed him, and he slid down against the steps.

"Sorry…don’t have any—" He let out a yelp as he suddenly felt Jason’s full weight pulling him down, fighting to keep himself upright and to keep them moving towards safety. "Shit, how bad did they get you…?" Dick frowned, more concerned than annoyed grunting as he tugged Jason up the last remaining steps and to the door of his ragged apartment. "See? We’re here, we made it. Safe. Wake up."


Third Time’s the Charm // @thebirdwithabrokenwing

thebirdwithabrokenwing:

thefallenacrobat:

"Don’t worry big boy, I know what I’m doin’." Once the hole was big enough, he pulled them both through, careful not to catch any of the chain wiring on Jason’s body. Once that was done he closed the hole back up and dragged them back onto the street, looking both ways before taking a right down the sidewalk. "Almost there. Keep your head down once we get to the apartment."

Dick was already fishing for his keys in his pant pockets before they even reached the building’s front door.

Jason mumbled out something intelligible and slumped in Dick’s arms, fighting to stay awake.  If he had a concussion he couldn’t afford to close his eyes, so he concentrated on keeping them open, focusing on Dick’s feet as he shuffled them into the apartment.

Dick walked a little faster then, not wanting to get caught in the hallway on their way up. Sometimes he hated being on a higher floor and sometimes he loved it. Today was the former, he decided, seeing as how they had to clim the stairs. “What was that? Can’t hear you—” he replied, grunting as he continued to support him.