A few days later, Jason found himself seeking Dick out on patrol, and he found him zip-tying someone's hands behind their back in an alleyway.

"What'd this poor fucker do?" he asked, sauntering up to them and stopping by the person's head.

"Poor," Dick scoffed. "He tried to knife a little old lady when she wouldn't hand over her handbag. She whacked the shit out of him with it — it was a brick of a thing too."

Jason laughed. "Gotta love Gotham. She around here somewhere? Need walking home?"

"I don't think so," Dick said, standing up. "She just gave me the most judgemental look I have ever received just for appearing, and then walked off."

Jason laughed again. "I like this lady. I may have to adopt me a grandma."

"Good luck with that. She'll probably just judge the fuck out of you too and close the door in your face."

"Maybe I like my ladies hard to get."

Dick snorted. "Gross."

"Don't worry, I like my men easy." Fucking hell, there went his mouth again. What part of him had given that permission to come out?

Dick's mouth dropped open. "Did you just call me easy?"

Jason barked out a laugh, clapping a hand down on Dick's shoulder. "I think you just called yourself easy, bucko. Awfully certain I'm talking about you, aren't you?"

Dick blushed. "Fuck off, why are you around here?"

"Was lookin' for trouble. Think I found it. Want some coffee?"

"Yeah, mocha with extra whip and sprinkles?"

Jason snorted. "So just as sickeningly sweet as you, got it." And whoops, that was definitely supposed to stay a thought. What was wrong with his mouth these days? "Rooftop, dry cleaners at 8th and Park."

"'Kay."

Jason shot his grappling line up and went to go get their coffees.

• ◇ •

Dick watched him go, internally screaming a bit. Just a bit. Where in the fuck did he stand with Jason? How much of that was a joke to him? Jason clearly wanted to spend time with him, but for non-flirty reasons, or ?????

"Interesting. Red Hood and Nightwing. Who'da thought?"

Dick looked down. Yikes. Jason was really fucking with his head, because he'd completely forgotten about the mugger he'd taken down right there. "Christ," he said. "Mind your business."

He shot out his grappling line and swung up onto the roof, heading toward 8th and Park to meet Jason for the coffee. It was a little bit like a date. If he squinted. Maybe Jason would possibly not-so-seriously flirt with him some more.