notasidedick | [This isn't grade school.]

[He was just a stubborn guy who took his work seriously. So seriously he didn't want to lose a chance to do it apparently. But even so he isn't stupid enough to listen to his body when even being stubborn wasn't enough to get him out of bed for even a glass of water.

How funny that it's easy for Dick to be worried and he had trouble being angry.

Seriously, he must be tired. His mind didn't even register the familiarity of Jason's voice. Even though he knew Jason's voice so well.] I-I'm alright. Just dizzy.

[Dizzy was an understatement. His body was probably warming up and his face must have been unnaturally hot even for just being active. Oh and the unnaturally cold sweat he had. And it even took him a minute to properly focus his eyes when he looked at Jason.

Although he did finally register who it was.] Jason?

[There will be time to explain all of that later to a very butthurt Jason. Right now he will put all that aside to check himself if Dick is, indeed, alright.

It's not like he's a doctor, but Dick seems to be coherent... and he doesn't look like had any broken bones or serious injury, it must just have hurt like a bitch to fall like that, but at least he didn't fall in a bad way. Jason sighs in relief.]

...Yeah, 's me.

[Once he's over the panic of watching his crush fall, he realizes the body warmth, and the sweat... and the annoyance creeps back in again.]

What the fuck do ya think you're doing in here? You couldn't even come class this morning, what makes ya think you could do this?

[He'll be sure to explain to Jason. Because he doesn't like things to be assumed. And he cares for Jason. Even if he's the idiot who fell.

All the practices must have taught him at least ways to fall with getting the least possible injuries. It was instinctive luckily. Still sucks to fall.]

When...?

[And he smiles at that. Jason yelling at him. He's not sure why, but maybe because it's obvious the other cares. Or maybe he's just that stupidly sick.]

Couldn't...stand staying in bed. I didn't think I'd exhaust myself that much...

...I think I forgot the part about being bedridden so badly I could barely make the phonecall for a substitute. [He leaned his forehead against Jason's arm. The material of his jacket was so cool against his forehead.] Can you get my water from my bag. Please...?

[He'll have a lot to smile about then, because Jason doesn't show signs to stop yelling any time soon.]

You're a freaking idiot. And a dumbass. What if you broke your... neck or something?

[As he speaks, he looks around for the bag Dick is talking about and then reaches for it. He blindly reaches for the bottle without even looking at what's inside the bag. Not because he cares about 'privacy' or stuff like that.

He doesn't. He's stolen before, he's barged inside of people's house when they weren't inside, stealing his classmate's stuff. He doesn't care about privacy. He's just too worried and angry to actually check what's in it. Besides it's probably Dick's dirty clothes anyway...]

I should leave you to die here, jerk.

[Aww. Jason, look at you freaking out over Dick falling over.]

I was trained to avoid nasty falls. It's instinctive to fall in certain ways.

[There's probably not a lot in there anyways. Some folded clothes, a towel, his phone, water, and maybe some other loose items. There may also be items from his old gymnastic days. He didn't really check what was in the bag himself. He just put other stuff in it since he was in a hurry.]

Please don't.

[He can't tell if you're joking or something. But he doesn't want you to leave. So he may have weakly tugged at your sleeve.] I've missed you.

[Well, of course he freaks out. Even if he wasn't completely attached to him, he has a heart. Watching a teacher fall like that would have worried him... maybe not to the point of making him yell like this, but...]

I don't care. You brought this on yourself. [He snorts...

But that's not true. He cares, and he's trying to fight a little smile at the thought that Dick might have missed him. Him, Jason Todd. It's a warm feeling, but he's not a chick that'd be impressed by Dick's lipservice, so he just grunts]

Can you at least stand up?

[He wraps an arm around Dick's waist. Because he wants to help him stand up if he can, and maybe because he just wants to touch Dick, somehow]

[There's a difference between freaking out and being worried though. This. This is kind of more like freaking out then just being worried.]

I guess I have. But it's too late now.

[He missed him a lot. Shut up.]

I think...

[And he might have clung to the other quite a bit as he got to his feet. He's still pressing his face against Jason's arm. Well he did try looking up, but the whole room immediately started spinning and hiding his face against his arm was apparently fixing that.]

Fuck... [Oh right. Supposed to be watching his language. Naw.] Not going to be able to drive home at this point...

[There's also a difference between what Todd feels for his other teachers and what he feels for Dick. not only because they had sex, or because of his crush. The other teachers never cared about Todd as much as Grayson. They yelled at him, ignored him, gave up on him. They didn't smile at him, helped him or actually stood with him during his detention.

The sex was definitely a plus though.]

I know how to drive. [He thinks he might be able to carry him to the car, but he's not going to carry him all the way] You'll just have to show me the way.

...Fuck Grayson, you're burning. What the hell- I can't even, I am supposed to be immature one here.

[That's because Dick knew you were brilliant. He knew you weren't just another hopeless kid and he wanted so much to help you so you didn't throw away what you had. Just along the way he started liking you more then just a teacher student bond. He never thought it would ever surpass that though.]

Hnn...my car has a GPS. [He steadies himself a little before he attempts to crouch down to pick up his duffel bag.] I'll show you.

I thought I wasn't that bad. I guess I was sicker then I thought. I usually don't get this sick. [He stumbles a little as he starts to try walking while also trying to find his keys from his bag. Man this was sad, he couldn't even do this.]

[Nobody has ever thought that about Jay. Ever. How was he supposed not to crush on somebody who was so... so. So Dick, so himself. He was still trying to process the idea of Dick liking him back, even if it was just a half of what Jason felt, even if Dick might only like him because of his body. He'd take whatever the other might give him.]

Wow, fancy. [He's stolen those before.] But how did you think you were able to do... this, when you can't even walk properly is beyond me.

[It doesn't take long for them to reach the car. Jason recognized it from the school, he's seen Dick come and leave the school in it.]

[Even if it started off with lust, Dick knew where to draw the line when it came to a purely physical relationship. He wouldn't have done anything with Jason if for just that. He was emotionally attached to the teen. He's not sure how. Just the longer he spent time with Jason, the more he noticed things.]

I was fine when I got here and even during stretches. I think going on the parallel bars was expecting too much of my body. [Oh hey he somehow found his keys and handed them to Jason.

The inside of Dick's car had a sweet smell to it, although from the looks of it he didn't have any of those car fresheners in it.]

[Jason is still young, his hormones still took the best of him sometimes. He still thinks with his crotch instead of his mind most of the time... but he's past the stage of denial already. He knows what he feels for Dick is not only lust for a hot teacher. He knows what the loud beating of his heart when he realizes Dick's car smells like his favorite cake means.

But he also knows he shouldn't be feeling like this. Not for a teacher. It's like he's dirtying Dick with his... self.]

I shouldn't have to play nurse for you, jerkass.

[He manages to slide Dick inside of the car, and jumps to the driver's seat.]

Set the GPS. We'll talk when you're better.

Sorry about this. I'll make it up to you somehow.

[He immediately buckles his seat belt before setting the GPS. It takes him a little bit to do so, but he finally sets the coordinates to his place before curling up in the passenger seat.

Dick wasn't exactly a big man, but he looked tinier then usual doing that.] I don't mean to be so much trouble. [The way he said it made it sound kind of like he's said it before though.]

You better, you little-

[...But he stops when he notices how little he looks. And how sad. Fuck, he didn't mean to make him look sad. He was just trying to... make a point, or something. He really need to control those anger issues he apparently has.]

...It's ok. [He half-mutters as he starts driving, letting the GPS tell him where to go] I was just... worried about you. I guess.

[Dick is patience. Probably really tired right now and not feeling that great, but he's patient.]

You're reacting similar to someone I know who didn't like seeing me get sick. I wasn't the healthiest little kid when it came to illnesses. [It was rare for Dick to bring up any part of his past. He always seemed to be thinking of the present and often skirted away from questions dealing with it.]

I know you're worried. I just didn't mean to make you worry.

[He'll need a lot of patience if he's going to deal with somebody like Jason. It's one of the reasons he'll never understand why would somebody like Dick have feelings for somebody like Jason. Even if they had the same age, even if he wasn't his student, he still feels he's totally not the kind of person Dick needs...]

... your... father? [He asks, rather hesitant. He thought of an ex at first but that wouldn't make sense with the little kid comment...]

It's ok if you don't...want to talk about it though.

[He had that patience though. Teaching seemed to have given him that ability to be patient with anyone or maybe he had always been this patience. But perhaps Jason always being a bit challenging was what Dick needed. He'd never considering things to be boring at the very least because Jason will always have something that would make it so.]

Adopted. [He corrected.] My parents were used to it. There isn't really anything such as healthcare for a traveling circus. But it was different when I settled in.

[It wasn't like he didn't want to talk about it. But he was worried that if he ever told everyone who he was the son of, they'd treat him differently. Although it would be easy to look it up on the internet if anyone was really that curious and he was sure of the kids had already before.]

[Dick had always given him calm vibes, he just assumed he had always been this patient. Which was weird because the teacher was at the same time so... lively. He always had so much energy but he had at the same time the time to listen to you and your problems, and look honestly interested about them. The kids adored him.

Jason adored him.]

...Oh. I didn't know you were born in one.

[He's slowly seeing where will the conversation go, interested but at the same time making it clear it can stop whenever Dick wants to, if he doesn't feel comfortable.

And Jason wouldn't look differently at him... but why would Dick like him would be even more of a mystery if he knew he was wealthy]

[Liveliness was probably due to being brought up in such an energetic environment. Patience because you need it when it comes to Bruce Wayne. Being honestly interested is just something Dick was.

And even if he missed performing, he would never regret becoming a teacher because of it.]

Born and raised to leap hundreds of feet into the air without safety. [And yet he was so very calm about it.] But they couldn't keep me when I lost my parents. Of course, this place has a crappy social worker system. Brilliant idea to put a kid who watched his parents die in juvie. [He's rambling. And he knows he is, but he can't stop himself either.

It's probably because he's wealthy that he doesn't care for those things. He grew up in a humble lifestyle. no amount of money changed that.]

[He was trying to look not too interested, because he was afraid Dick would stop talking if he realized what was he doing. It wouldn't be long until they reached Dick's house anyway, and he had the feeling this... moment, or whatever would stop when they arrived there.]

... I'm... sorry to hear that.

[He says, because he's not really sure what else is he supposed to say and because he does feel sorry to hear that.]

Who adopted you then? [He couldn't see who would adopt a kid raised in a circus...]

[Dick has his face buried in his lap anyways, so he wouldn't know what faces you're making. Nor could he concentrate on your face long enough to probably tell what your expression was.]

They moved me to an orphanage after I started getting beaten up by the other kids. Circus freak kid in their juvie. No one wants that.

And who would want a kid who's only talent is flips?

[Dick thinks the same thing sometimes. Who would want a kid who's only talent was on a trapeze?] Bruce Wayne apparently did. [Even in his sickened state he uttered that name with such respect and affection, it was obvious Dick really did love his adopted father.]

[He kind of wants to pat his back or... something. He isn't the best at comfort. Maybe they shouldn't be talking about it while Dick is sick, he feels like he's kind of cheating. Dick had never... told him or anyone in the class about his past before, had he?]

Wow... that sounds kind of-

[Wait]

...Wayne? Isn't that Gotham's golden prince? One of the freaking richest man alive? You're his son?

[He's already over it really. Well you'll never get over watching your parents die, but he isn't angry or sad over it usually. It's part of his past and he likes his life for what it is.]

Fast? Things did move quite quickly around that time. I guess mostly since I got moved around a lot.

[Oh this.]

Recently his son. I think we did the papers only a few weeks ago. I was just his ward for awhile. I wish I could tell people about him more, but they treat me less as Dick Grayson and more as Bruce Wayne's adoptive son when I try.

[Jason still wants to help. He's... not a good guy by any kind of standards, but he has a strong feeling of... Justice, he guesses. He likes helping people he cares about. The problem is finding people to care about...]

Well, no shit. Wow. I banged a Wayne.

[...Yeah, sorry about that Dick. That's Jason for you. But at least that kinda shows he doesn't really mind what Dick's father (or adoptive father) is]

[Dick is definitely a goodie two shoes. ]

Still a Grayson if my last name doesn't indicate that. [It's muffled because he pressed his face closer against his legs.]

None of what I told you...changes how you feel about me right? [He turned his head lightly to look at you, although it's obvious his eyes are unfocused. But the expression on his face was completely unguarded.]

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