notasidedick | [This isn't grade school.]

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[This isn't grade school.]

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[He isn't sure what exactly happened between leaving the classroom that day and the next morning. Only that he had somehow ended up getting so horridly sick that even the front office lady sounded concerned when he called in about needing a substitute. He had barely called in for work, usually being extremely healthy and quite good at avoiding getting sick, so him being bedridden was a shock to himself.

Still, the nice sudden break from being at school and teaching was nice. That, and being able to sleep a good portion of the day was good.

And who was he kidding, he wasn't sure what to make of what was going on between him and Jason. He, of course, was happy to oblige to the partnership. But he still wondered just exactly how things would work. It wasn't like he couldn't deal with staying professional during school hours, but he couldn't see how this relationship would affect the teen. It wasn't exactly healthy. And he didn't want to subject the other to a relationship that had a high chance of caving in on itself.

Maybe the fact that he would't be in class for a few days were good. Jason would be able to think perhaps, and if it ended as a fluke, Dick wouldn't mind. At least he didn't mind if it meant Jason being happier with someone else. But he couldn't be selfish about it right?

God why is he thinking this, he needs more sleep. Hopefully the substitute got all his lesson plans.]

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I don't usually invite 'good lay's to my house.

[And that's as far as you're getting, Dick. He's already admitted enough.]

...Okay. I... guess you're right. [He still looks hurt, somehow. This is his first 'serious' relationship, somehow. It kind of hurts that he can't... be open about it.]

[You need to start being more forward. Then again, it might counterbalance Dick being all too forward.]

I'm...I'm sorry Jason. That I can't give you a normal relationship. [He sounds so guilty. Jason was young. He had plenty of other choices that were more normal the dating your teacher.]

[He called him boyfriend. That's really forward in Jason's book.]

I don't want normal. [He wraps his arms around him and rests his head on his shoulder, sighing] I want you. Can I get some candles? [He reaches to peck his cheek] I kinda need the wish.

[Because you are his boyfriend. :C]

Hu-Yeah. I can. [He opens the drawer and pulls out a box of candles. They're cute, carnival/circus candles. Dick has childish tastes apparently.

He starts putting the candles on the cake.] I hope you don't mind my choice of candles.

[He believes that now. He calls Dick 'boyfriend' in his mind sometimes, and blushes when nobody is looking. It's kind of embarrassing actually.]

Sometimes I wonder if I'm really the kid in here. [He doesn't really seem to mind though] This... all of this was really thoughtful of you, Dick.

[That's kind of adorable. You know Dick would tease Jason if he ever found out. Hah.]

I'm seven, thank you very much. [He lights the candles, chuckling a bit.] I wanted today to be special for you. It's not very often I get to celebrate things with you.

[And Jason would kick his ass back to Monday for daring to tease him tsk]

Ew, I didn't know I was babysitting. I thought we were supposed to be dating. [He looks at the candles, ready to blow them when Dick's done.]

[But he does it out of love.]

That's so mean of you. Maybe you're just as immature as I am. [He puts the match out.] There. Make a wish birthday boy. [He wanted to add friend as a joke, but refrained from it.]

[Hey, he's learning... Jay blows the candles after a few seconds of trying to word his wish inwardly. He fails at it, so it comes more as... emotions. Feelings. A general idea rather than an abstract concept. Either way, Dick can be sure it's focused on him.]

There. Can we eat it now?

[Dick has no idea what you wished for. In general. Oblivious older boyfriend is pretty oblivious.]

Sure. Can you grab the paperplates? I'm pretty sure I keep some in the cabinet over there. [He starts removing the candles so he can cut it.]

[:| really Dick, really]

Yep [He jumps to do so] you'll eat some too, right?

[...You expected more from him?]

Only if you want me to. It was made for you after all.

[...Not really, no]

Dude, it's a cake. It's gonna get bad if we don't eat it, cut you a slice and eat with me already. [He offers him two plates]

[Welp.]

You could take it home. [Rolls his eyes and starts cutting the cake. He puts a slice on each plate.] I made it for you. Not myself.

[He shakes his head, grinning] It wouldn't be the same. I wanna share it with you.

[And he might or might not try to feed you later]

[He hands a plate and a fork to the other.] You keep saying and doing things that's pretty cute you know. [Takes a small forkful of his own slice.]

Just because I wanna share the cake you bought for me with you? Grow up.

[He hums as he tastes the cake] ...wow, 's pretty good.

You wouldn't want me to grow up and you know it.

[He laughs.] It's not as good as my butler makes it, but it's adequate at least.

[He really wouldn't, but Dick doesn't need to know that.]

Butler. [He gets a piece of cake and reaches for Dick's lips with the fork, grinning] I really hit the jackpot with you didn't I?

[Dick knows. Secretly.]

I don't usually visit home. But he sometimes does my grocery shopping. Apparently he has 'Dick isn't taking care of himself' sense or something. If you like though, next time I visit, I'll invite you.

[No he doesn't.]

Wouldn't he suspect something's up if you invite a student?

He'd figure it out the minute you arrive. He's intelligent. [Chewing on the plastic fork idly.] The difference is, that he might give me a lecture, but he knows I can make decisions for myself.

It'll be okay though. Trust me.

[He offers him a piece of cake on his own fork. He's still set on feeding him.]

You know we're fucked if he tells the police or social services, right? [He's probably going to adore Alfred with a passion when he meets him though.]

[He laughs a little and eats the piece of cake that's on the fork. This is silly.]

He wouldn't do that to me. [He says this firmly.] We had our disagreements before, but he wouldn't do that to me. I'm adopted, but he treats me like I was his own.

[Maybe Jason likes silly.]

If you trust him, it's good enough for me. [He grabs another forkful of cake, but this time he eats it himself]

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