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how much one phone call can change someone’s life.
the night Bruce received a desperate sounding call at 3 am, hearing his previously deceased son over the line wheezing and unable to breathe, Bruce’s life changed. Jason had for the most part been managing on his own since the pit, but he got in over his head and, despite how large he was now, got injured pretty badly. in his moment of panic and utter fear of dying again, he instinctively called his dad who he deeply missed despite constantly trying to convince himself otherwise. so now here he was, leaning against a wall, several new bullet holes billowing blood, and trying to get his shaky hands to hold still long enough to dial Bruce’s personal number. he couldn’t help it. being so close to death, he felt just like that teenage boy again who was dying and just wanted his damn dad to save him.
Bruce raced and picked his son up from the sent location, so anxious to see him again but so nervous as well. he had heard Jason was back, knew he was alive, but Jason had wanted nothing to do with him, and vice versa. Bruce was still extremely upset about all the killing and it was going to be discussed at some point, but right now his son was in trouble. his son who was apparently now well over 6 feet tall and an absolute beast. what the hell was thalia feeding him?? anyway, Bruce help Jason’s stumbling form to the car.
”what happened?” Bruce kept his voice fairly neutral as always, but jason could hear that tint of worry.
“i’m fine. just- got in over my head i guess.” bruce just nodded at the response, not wanting to start a fight right now. he brought him home and Alfred helped with his injuries while thoroughly pestering the man about being more careful. Bruce and Alfred worked together to carefully tend to the four different bullet wounds, fractured wrist, and two broken ribs. after his rant about staying in contact, Alfred sighed and pulled Jason into a hug. “it is so good to see you again master Jason” the injured boy practically melted into his grandfather, stress visibly leaving his body as he hugged back tightly. god Bruce was glad he was home.
Jason had been back for a while now, getting himself acclimated into his old room again. his wrist had healed, as well as his ribs and the several new ugly scars he had. him and Bruce were fighting, no big surprise. Dick was also back though. his favorite acrobat reappeared in the manor about a week after he did. the assumption was that either Bruce or Alfred called him which was kind of annoying but he was secretly happy to see his older brother again. not that he was going to tell Dick that. there was also a new kid? Tim Drake. he really didn’t see the kid much. he was usually in his room asleep or making some new gadgets. Jason wasn’t exactly happy there was already a new robin, so he definitely subconsciously had been avoiding the kid.
and then there was Roy. Roy Harper. the archer had started to come over to see Dick about a week after the acrobat re-moved in as well. now he’s been coming over at least once a week since. Jason has been thoroughly avoiding the archer, not staying in the same room as him for more then a second. he was still getting used to being around people again. obviously they’d met before seeing as him and Dick had been friends for sooo long, but they’d never really talked or anything.
until- “oh- shit sorry Jason-“ Jason’s head snapped around to where roy was standing in his doorway. it’s not like Jason was /doing/ anything that warrants anxiety over being caught. he was just sitting on his bed cleaning off his mask. oh i guess he was shirtless too but like. it’s his room??
”you’re fine” is all he grumbled in response before going back to his mask.
“this place is so fucking confusing. Dick told me this was where the bathroom was.” Jason rolled his eyes and grumbled something to himself before pulling on a shirt and getting up. and thank fuck for the shirt because Roy was having issues not staring.
Roy hadn’t seen Jason in several years, but damn he was hot now. Dick was gonna kill him for thirsting over his brother. but DAMN. that man was well over 6 feet and probably 200+ pounds of pure muscle. and while it may be insensitive, Roy thought the little white streak amongst his otherwise black wavy hair was gorgeous. and those green eyes uuuuuugh. and his skin was definitely more tan now, and again probably insensitive but the white scars patched over his body were definitely adding to the hotness. he was beautiful. and yup he was staring now.
“that’s because Dickhead was trying to bug me.” Jason stood up, walking towards Roy. christ he was tall now. Roy was pretty tall too, but Jason was at least a couple inches taller. he had to be taller then Dick at this point too. fuck even his voice was hot. it was so gravely but he definitely had more of a Gotham accent then his brother.
“it’s this way” Jason mumbled as he walked past Roy out into the hallway. a few turns and hallways later, they arrived at the bathroom to which the redhead thanked Jason and promised to smack Dick for him. Jason actually chuckled at that, his sharp canines showing in the little smirk. ohmygod he has dimples too. yup Roy was in love (not yet lol).
“next time if you wanna see me shirtless you could just ask” jason winked with that little grin again before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking off, roy assumes towards his room. roy bit his lip and smiled, thoroughly thinking about that offer. he knew his face was probably red by this point and- oh fuck yeah he needed to pee BADLY.
once he was done daydreaming while peeing, Roy made his way back to the living room where Dick was with minimal confusion.
”Dick- why didn’t you tell me how unbelievably hot Jaybird was now??” yeah Roy should have been paying attention but he was more focused on fixing his sleeves as he spoke and walked into the living room. and then he looked up. he was fucked. Dick was no longer alone in the living room. Jason was sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal. and while it’s embarrassing to have said that in front of the person he was speaking about, Roy was much more worried about the fact Bruce fucking Wayne was also here now, standing next to the couch Jason was eating on.
Roy stopped dead in his tracks, his face paling dramatically, looking between the three other people in the living room. Dick was fucking cackling at the scene that just went down. Roy could literally hear him wheezing as he hunched over in his seat. Bruce was. pissed. he was throwing that terrifying deadly Batman glare towards Roy, and gripping the edge of the couch hard. this was Roy’s last day on earth. he was going to be murdered for being horny. well at least it was a good reason to die.
and Jason, ugh Jason. he was looking at Roy with this adorable little shy smile, his cheeks bright red. but being as he is a bat, once he caught Roy looking at him his whole demeanor changed. that smile turned into a devious smirk. “you don’t look too bad yourself Arsenal.” now it was Roy’s turn to blush, and Jason’s turn to get glared at.
“do not flirt with my best friend” Dick yelled at Jason who simply rolled his eyes.
“and you!-“ uh oh. “do not flirt with my baby brother!” Roy’s hands shot up in defense before nodding quickly. “yup- i’m gonna go-“ one door point and a couple hurried steps later he was gone.
“you guys are no fun” Jason mumbled before returning to his cereal. he knew both men were staring at him but he didn’t care. Roy thought he was hot? him? he was covered in nasty scars and he was an ass. and if it weren’t for the drastic reactions from Bruce and Dick, he’d assume it was a joke.
Roy Harper thought he was hot. that made his week. not that he was going to admit that. nor was he going to admit that it was all he thought about for the rest of the day. and if he snuck into Dicks room that night to take Roy’s phones number? no one would know. and if they did find out? he wouldn’t care.