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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[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.

[Probably a little in Jason's eyes. Or he finds it cute, who knows.]

Then you'd be even more of a weirdo.

[He sighs, too tired to argue or even try to pretend he's not enjoying the lip service. He knows he doesn't have any special skills, nor anything he learns at school will be of any use for the life that awaits him. But still...]

As long as it means spending more time with you.

Well I'm already a weirdo so it must be okay.

[He laughs followed by a sneeze.]

You can spend as much time as you want with me, but you know.

Most things can be learned. You make your life how you want it to be Jason. But that means putting the effort to be what you want and giving it a chance to happen.

[Eyebrows rise slightly at the sneeze, and he frowns. They shouldn't be talking about this... probably ever, but specially not when Dick was too sick to even walk a few moments ago.]

I will think about it, okay? I will... consider it, or whatever.

[He won't, at least not for now. Dick is nice, and he adores him in so many levels, but he's also stubborn.]

But right now you need to rest this away and get better, so I can kick your ass for being an idiot and risking your life.

If you really don't want to. You can just say no. I've...I just seen enough to know that you have potential.

[He's just scared Jason will grow up unhappy. It would break his heart.]

I didn't risk my life. There were plenty of people in the vicinity at the very least. [He smiled a little.]

Are you going to sta-I..it's kind of late. [Hey Jason, have you noticed that Dick has a lot of trouble with making any selfish requests like asking you to stay?]

[He sighs and doesn't bother replying. He wants to trust Dick- no, he trusts Dick. He knows he's saying that because he means it, and he appreciates it... but Dick thinks everybody has potential. It's one of the things he likes about him.]

...Yeah, it is? [He raises an eyebrow] Grayson, do you want me to stay?

[But Dick doesn't go this far to make sure someone knows they have potential. He'd go as far as he had to for Jason really. Stupid hopeless romantic. He really is one.]

[He's chewing the inside of his cheek lightly. And he looks slightly uncertain.] Yeah I'd like that.

I mean I don't want to hold you up or anything. I'd just. Yeah.

[He really, really is. Jason won't... really mind that. Maybe. Or maybe he would usually mind but he likes it if it's Dick. Because it's Dick and he doesn't need any other justification, shut up]

Uh. Don't take this the wrong way buddy, but you need to grow some balls.

[He stands up biting his lower lip, because he's resisting the urge to kiss him right now. He doesn't want to get sick though.]

I'll go call mother and ask her, okay?

[Isn't this why they're technically together. Although they haven't really said much about the actual relationship since. But then again Dick was sleeping most of the time since.]

Maybe. I guess I forget to ask for things. I'm easy to please so I don't really like being selfish. [Dick. Selfish. It's like an oxymoron.

He wouldn't want you to get sick either anyways. You can kiss him another time.]

I'd like that. [And even sick, he gives you a bright smile. The ones where he's just really happy for even the simplest things.]

[Jason will try not to talk about it unless Dick does. Or he gets fed up with waiting... which will probably not take long.]

I'll be right back, Mr selfish. Where can I find a telephone?

[He likes that smile. Even when he's sick, Dick can look gorgeous.]

[Dick doesn't mind talking about it if that's the problem. He's worried Jason will realize this is a bad idea or something.]

There's one in the kitchen, which right through the open doorway to your left.

[And you're the one who got him to smile like that.]

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