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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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[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.]

[He is pulling the car over, so he's not really looking at Dick right now. He doesn't notice the expression, but the answer would be the same either way.]

Of course not, you idiot.

[Because it's true. What is it supposed to change? It's just another thing to add to the list of things that makes them different. If Dick doesn't have a problem with it, Jason does't either.]

But I do wonder why are you working as a teacher... or working at all.

[He smiles a little.]

That makes me your idiot.

[He blinked blearily, slightly surprised with the question.]

Well like all other rich, arrogant brats, we get very bored of being rich, arrogant brats. We need to pick up hobbies or everything becomes dull. I just find working to be very fulfilling. I've never regretted becoming a teacher.

My only regrets is I let some people ruined the one thing I truly loved.

...Come on, that's the best you've got?

[But he does smile at that. He would usually laugh rather loudly at anybody who used cheesy pick up lines like that on him... but this is Dick, and like anything Dick does touches him one way or another. The jerk.]

There's a lot of ways to describe you [he says as he comes out of the car] and 'arrogant brat' is not one of them.

...What [or who, tsk] is that one thing you truly loved? And do you need help coming out the car?

I'll think of something better when the ability to think isn't muddled with the want to sleep.

[Dick was a cheesy, romantic type of guy. It's endearing to hear stupid lovesick puppy lines from Dick. Or maybe you just can't help but like them because Dick said them.]

How about childish brat. [He fumbles with the seat belt and moves to try and get out of the car.]

Oh...Gymnastics. The closest I'll ever get to a trapeze again. I...don't do so much of either of those anymore though.

Really? Let's see if you can woo me when you're better. [He runs off to his side and wraps an arm around his waist. Dick might not need it, but Jason... really... missed him. So he was going to get as much touching as possible thank you very much.]

You're a hopeless idiot and a sissy, if you must know, but you're not a brat. I wouldn't help a childish brat back home like this.

...Oh. [He blinks, unsure of what to say.] I'm...sorry?

Oh I'll surely do a good job. Knock you right off your feet. [Or maybe you'll woo him instead. That tends to happen.

And Dick nuzzling and clinging against you probably is an indication that he likes the close proximity between you and him.]

That's because you love me. You can't see past your love that I'm a childish brat.

[He shakes his head a little.] It was all over the news. You can easily look it up.

Oh, I can't wait. But none of that until you get better. ...None of anything until you get better actually. If I catch you doing stuff like that again while sick I won't be this good, d'ya hear me?

[He will...skip the love part for now, yeah. He had enough of a hard time admitting to crush on a teacher, the big L word will take a while more. But he totally leans into him more as he drags him inside]

I never google anybody's name if they seem harmless... and we'll need the keys to get inside, Dick.

It'll probably just end with me making a fool of myself either way. You're too good to me haha.

[He just nuzzles against you affectionately. He can be patient. He knows it'll take time, but that just makes the wait worth it.]

Oh well, long story short, some people are very sore losers and do anything to try and ruin a person. [Hands him the keys.] They were on my car keys mister observant.

Pff maybe I like it when you make a fool outta you. And yah I totally am, you better appreciate it.

[God dammit Dick, stop being nice to Jay when he's bickering with you. It makes everything harder for him. And it's also hard not to give in into the nuzzles... you're turning Jay into a sissy chick, Dick. And he's not happy about it.]

...Oh. Did they hurt you somehow? [His voice is suddenly more quiet, as if he's afraid of what he will find out. He also smacks the back of his head slightly before opening the door, for the trouble.]

I do it quite often, so you won't have to worry about it. I really do appreciate it. Thanks.

[It isn't like he's going to be mean to you. He's sick and he's always been a nice guy. And Dick can't help it. He likes to be close, and he likes to cuddle.]

Well no. At least maybe not on purpose. You never want to lynch the son of a multi billionaire man who's extremely protective and can obviously pay to get his son self defense classes in every possible art. [Shakes his head lightly.] The last competition I was in was compromised. Some things about my past was dug up, a lot of cheating went on, and a scandal. It was all cleared, but it ended my career on my own decision.

...No problem.

[See what he means? What even, you're a weirdo. He leads him to the sofa because he isn't sure he could handle the implications of dragging him to his bed right now, but Dick needs to rest. so the sofa is it.]

...You've taken self defense classes in every possible art? [That's Jason completely missing the point for you] But, wow. Even I find that a dick move, and God knows I've done worse. [He uses his thumb to whip Dick's forehead clean, he's sweating...] I'm... sorry you had to do that.

[But you like him like that right? That's why you started crushing on him in the first place. He kind of falls onto it, curling up on it lazily.]

Well maybe not every possible. But I've been taught in multiple martial arts. I took lessons in kickboxing and other sports too. [Oh Jason.] No, no. A Dick move is stupid things I do. [Look at him trying to be funny. Oho.] Don't worry. I don't regret it since I got to teach...and it means I might not have met you. Ever.

[...right. But Dick doesn't need to know that. Even if it's... kind of totally obvious and he probably already knows pff. He makes sure he's comfortable, sitting by his side on the floor]

That's... kind of really cool. Could you teach me? [He asks with a proud smile] I am really good at learning that kind of stuff actually.

[Look at him trying not to blush or smile. He scoffs.] Whatever...

[Dick can pretend he doesn't know. He's good at being extremely and utterly oblivious. So good at it he might be utterly oblivious to things.]

Hmm. Yeah I could teach you some, but...

[He lazily ruffles your hair, smiling at him.] You need better grades you know. You're a brilliant kid. I don't want you to mess up your grades for something trivial when you can do so well you know.

I'll teach you if you keep up with your schoolwork.

[He frowns. Not a pout, because Jason Todd isn't a 5-years-old kid thus doesn't pout, but a frown.]

Do not patronize me, Grayson. We aren't at school now.

[He does lean into his hand though]

I'm not brilliant either. I'm good with fights and skills that need my hands, but not with brain stuff. [He shifts slightly, because if he honestly doesn't give a damn about his grades it does... embarrass him slightly to talk about it in front of Dick] I'm not like you.

I just want get over school as soon as I can. Hate that place.

[But Dick likes to pout! Does that make him five or something?]

What if I'm doing it because I like touching your hair.

You're not stupid Jason. You have some skills that can't be learned. Being booksmart is something anyone can learn if given the time or chance. [He shakes his head a little.]

If you're stuck in school, you might as well learn while you're there. You're wasting your time otherwise.

I'd be willing to tutor you and teach you on my own free time if you want help.

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