Growing up, Dick believed nothing could beat the thrill he got from being on the trapeze, trusting in your family, that moment of fear before being caught in his father’s strong hands. But the first time he threw himself from a rooftop with nothing but a thin length of titanium rope between him and the ground, he offered a silent apology to his family for discovering something he loved more than trapeze.
For years, nothing else has come close to that feeling. Until Jason Todd came back into his life like a whirlwind.
Some days they spar with each other, and Dick relishes the way they move together, completely in sync and yet so different in their styles. He never truly believes he’s in any danger, but Jason never goes easy on him. Some days they just talk, skirting around the painful topics they’re not quite ready to discuss, offering small secrets to each other as they sit side-by-side in the shadows.
And other days, the days Dick loves the most, are the days they fight together. Bringing down a drug dealer, or an arms runner, or any of the other myriad pieces of scum around Gotham. The pair of them, just them, not needing to speak or to discuss tactics, just working in their perfect synchronicity, as though they’ve done this for their whole lives.
Those are the days that they end up on the rooftops, with one of them pressed against the wall, adrenaline keeping them warm even in the coldest nights. They kiss in the same way they spar, with passion and enthusiasm and a desperate need that neither will speak of.
Dick knows that at some point the trapeze will fail, the hands will miss, the rope will break, Jason will leave. It’s inevitable, it’s life. But until that happens, until the very last possible moment, he’ll cling to this whirlwind and ride the storm.
And he’ll try not to fall in love, even though he knows in his heart that he may have already lost that particular battle.