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“This is, without a doubt, the stupidest plan you’ve ever had,” Jason says flatly. Dick would be offended if he didn’t know that the more Jason grumbled, the more likely he was to agree to something. “Of course I’m in.”
“I knew I could count on you, little wing,” Dick says, hooking their arms together as he rises up to kiss Jason’s cheek. He’s careful not to spill the coffee Jason was sweet enough to bring him, when he’d asked the other man to meet him here.
Jason pinks. Adorable. “Yeah, well.” Jason raises his drink to his mouth, taking a slow sip of his tea. “Only because I think the look on Bruce’s face’ll be worth all the rest of it.”
…Dick is looking forward to seeing his expression, too. “It won’t be that bad,” he says.
Jason is unimpressed. “Okay, one, I have been to a gala before. It will be that bad. And, two, even if I hadn’t, you bitched about the last one the entire two weeks leading up to it, and three days after.”
Dick flicks his nose, relishing in the indignant expression that gets him. “It won’t be that bad, dummy, because you’ll be there with me.”
This time, the flush stretches all the way to his ears. Jason scowls. “You’re a sap, dickface,” he accuses. He doesn’t take his arm from Dick’s, though.
“I’m not the one who recites love poems at four in the morning,” Dick says, sunnily.
Jason’s flush darkens. “You— you were supposed to be asleep,” he hisses.
“I know.” And having to lie there and keep pretending had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done in his life. It had also been the moment he’d decided he was done. He didn’t want to keep—hiding it was the wrong word. They weren’t hiding anything. But they hadn’t announced it, either, and Dick… wanted to. Wanted the whole world to know how gone he was on Jason Todd.
Inviting him to be his date to a gala had seemed like the best way to go about that. Jason would be far less anxious if he could spend at least half the night antagonizing Bruce, and, well. Dick was always game to needle Bruce a little bit. It was good for him.
Jason huffs a little. He doesn’t seem upset by Dick’s deception. Flustered, definitely, but not angry. “Surprised you managed to keep still that long, Dickface.”
“You have no idea how hard it was,” Dick says, as seriously as he can. “It was so sweet, Jay. All I wanted to do was kiss you.”
Jason is quiet for a moment. “...you could’ve.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. So, you know. Next time, you don’t hafta pretend.”
Dick couldn’t suppress his grin even if he wanted to. “There’s gonna be a next time?”
“Don’t push your luck, dickface.”