Keep Your Mind Wide Open

(XD Sorry, this didn’t turn out Jason/Dick at all… but it is very slashy… just not that pairing)

Jason was pissed. 

Yes, he’d known about Dick Grayson. He knew Bruce Wayne had a boytoy living with him (or “ward” as the billionaire liked to put it). He and Bruce had never talked about it (they never talked about anything important when they were together and Jason kind of liked that), but it was common knowledge to anyone working or living in Gotham—especially in Jason’s line of work. It’s not every day a billionaire takes in a young flexible acrobat. Lots of street kids liked to make up stories about what it was Dick Grayson did to keep the billionaire interested in him as he got older. 

Of course, when Bruce Wayne showed up for a massage, Jason thought the acrobat’s days were numbered. If Bruce was going out to get satisfied, obviously the circus kid wasn’t cutting it anymore. Not that Jason was expecting to get an offer to work in stately Wayne Manor or anything, but it was certainly an ego boost when the tall muscular billionaire specifically asked for you to take care of him. When he comes to see you at least three times a week to satisfy him. When he begins to offer to return the favor in addition to paying you. When he loses control when things are getting all heated, forgets the rules, and goes to kiss you. And when he does it the second time you let him and almost start to forget it’s a job and he’s a client. 

Okay, so maybe Jason was hoping to get an invite to at least see the damn manor once. 

But he wasn’t stupid. When he realized he was starting to look forward to the older man’s visits, he started to mentally prepare himself for Mr. Bruce Wayne to get bored and stop showing up one day. He’d run into some beautiful woman, or want to check out one of the other masseuses, or maybe pick up another circus brat. It wasn’t going to last forever. 

But the last fucking thing Jason expected was to see Bruce sent the original circus brat for a referral.

What was he supposed to do—give the guy lessons? Or was this some sort of birthday gift for the ward? Some way to alleviate guilt for not being able to fuck the kid himself, he gets Jason to do it? Or was it the other way around, that Bruce wasn’t interested in HIM anymore, so sent his old fuck toy to do the job?

Pissed and annoyed at the silence, Jason finally glanced back up at the thin man sitting uncomfortably on the massage table, looking anywhere but at Jason. Dick was supposed to be a few years older than him, but he was giving off vibes of a scared little teenager. Maybe that’s what living and being pampered by a billionaire did to you. 

“Well, you going to strip or what?” Jason snapped as he opened up one of the drawers to take out the oils he should’ve had prepared earlier. 

“Oh! Uh, right…” Dick clumsily went to pull off his shirt, and Jason was actually surprised for a moment to see some scratches and bruises along that lithe torso. Some of the old rumors about what the circus kid did for Gotham’s most eligible bachelor came to mind, and Jason wasn’t sure whether to feel jealous or pleased that Bruce didn’t seem to need to do that to Jason to get off. Jason was pulled out of his thoughts when Dick fidgeted and asked “do I take off my pants and all too?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Oh,” Dick looked at the floor and hesitated, before moving to unclasp his pants. 

“Now just lay down face first and we can get started.”

“Okay…” Dick slowly moved, swinging a leg over the side of the table, and then paused. “Um… just to get it out of the way… would you mind not telling Mr. Wayne I was here? I mean, I’m sure you don’t brag about clients or anything but… I mean I know you do him too, so… I’d just rather he didn’t know I came here.”

That changed things. 

Jason smirked. 

Maybe the circus kid’s days were numbered.

Maybe the billionaire wasn’t getting bored of his happy endings. 

And maybe Jason would get to see stately Wayne Manor after all. 

“Of course. Confidentiality and all that. Now how about we get started.”