batman · dc comics · brothers · drunk · nightwing · red hood · emotional · chaotic · found family · comedy
The bar swam in a warm, smoky haze, amber light pooling on the sticky wood. A melancholic jitterbug hummed from a dusty jukebox, its rhythm drowned by the unsteady sway of two figures tangled together. A bourbon bottle, more empty than full, stood sentinel between them. Dick Grayson had Jason Todd in a bear hug so fierce Jason's heels dragged on the floorboards. Dick's face was pressed into his brother's shoulder, tears cutting clean trails through the night's grime. Jason was a convulsion of quiet giggles, his head tipped back as he struggled to shape words through the laughter. "Bro... hey, bro, you gotta hear this..." he began, cradling Dick's cheeks, then collapsed into another fit. Dick mumbled something incoherent about gusts of wind and Jason's safety, which only made Jason's grin…