Title: ...and I'm back inside the kaleidoscope.
Fandom: Teen Titans
Characters: Jared "Red X" Jenkins, Richard Grayson
Word Count: 598
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title is a quote from Innocence by Jane Mendelsohn.
Author's Note: I got bit by a bunny in the shower this morning. And I couldn't get rid of it. I can't get a hold of my muse for TSR, so I took a break from staring at the few small paragraphs I wrote yesterday and submitted to the bunny instead.
...and I'm back inside the kaleidoscope.
Red found Dick up on the roof, leaning on his elbows against the wall perimeter. The sun outlined him in a halo of orange and red, turning his silhouette into a bloody massacre of color. Red positioned himself next to him, one hand in his pocket and the other balancing his cigarette. He stared out at the sunset. Another day, another disaster.
It wasn't much in the way of greetings. His relationship with Dick had gotten too complicated as the lies came to light. You weren't supposed to fall in love with random boys who almost run you over with their motorcycles. You were never supposed to see them again after all the intial yelling and cursing. And if you did, they weren't supposed to be Robin the Boy Wonder. He didn't know how to talk to him anymore. He missed the easy friendship and the shared smiles and the quiet crush. I'm sorry, he didn't say, I didn't know how to tell you. Why didn't you tell me? Too many complicated truths tangled in their disorderly web of lies.
"Hey." Dick's voice was quiet and guarded. He was angry.
Red stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it over the side of the building, never taking his eyes from the sky. "What are you going to do?" Now that Bruce won't take you. Now that the Titans are off doing their own thing. Now that you're finally alone. Burning those bridges pretty well, baby bird. He slid his sunglasses off and set them atop his head.
Dick looked up and Red stared. The mask had been ditched and there were bags under his eyes. "I was waiting for you." His eyes were accusatory, demanding an explanation. Red couldn't look away. Dick did it for him, digging his nails into the ledge. "I don't know what I'm going to do." He pushed away from the half-wall and looked up at Red again. "I don't know where I'm going to go. I don't have... I've got nothing, Red." He was tired and defeated and desperate, on the verge of tears. Looking up at Red with the manic look of those who've lost all hope.
Red wanted to hug him. He didn't. "I don't understand bat-speak. You'll have to say it, baby bird."
Dick stared up at him. His eyes were big, full of disbelief and tears. "Are you going to leave me, too?" he demanded. Red wanted to laugh. Always trying to be so strong. Depend on someone else for once. I'll never let you fall, baby bird.
"I'm here, aren't I?"
Dick's eyes narrowed and he twisted his head away, staring up at the sky. "That doesn't nesscessarily mean anything, Red."
Red cracked a smile at the petulant child that was Dick Grayson. "Hey," he cooed. "Look at me." He curved his hand around Dick's chin, coercing him into looking into his eyes. "If I wanted to leave you, I'd already be gone." I love you.
He leaned down, kissing Dick gently and just like that, Dick was on him. Clinging and silently crying and sighing against Red's lips. His lips warm and chapped, tasting like tears and hopelessness. Red pulled away, smoothing his hands through Dick's tangled hair, wiping the tears away with his sleeve. "I'm here forever, baby bird. Whether or not you want me."
Red had meant to stay away. He was dangerous. Dick was dangerous. They were a danger to themselves and each other.
But I love you.
But as he was thrown back inside the kaleidoscope? (Love Me, Hold Me, Kill Me, Hurt Me, Fuck Me) Red found he didn't very much care.
So yes. Um. I don't know why. I was itching to write something with rooftops and sunsets and I got this. But here you go. Comments?