Room 507, Sunday Evening

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The one downside to Bruce knowing exactly what day it was in Fandom was that he was completely aware that Jason was going back before he needed to. There was a whole week of break left - almost another month in Gotham - and Jason easily could have stayed. But the truth was, he missed the island. He missed his friends, and just as much, he missed the independence he had here. He loved being Robin, there was no denying that, but sometimes, going back to following someone else's rules was hard, especially when that someone was Bruce Wayne.

After agreeing that he'd come home to Gotham again within the next few weeks, Bruce had agreed to let Jason head back to Fandom. He didn't have that much to pack - most of his Christmas presents had come in the form of clothes and money to buy modern things on the island - so that meant that when he got back to his room, he threw his bag down without bothering to unpack it. There'd be time for that later, and right now, he wanted to see if there was a position he could find on his bed that wouldn't make his latest set of bruises ache. If there was one thing that could be said about Fandom, at least he didn't get beaten up here as often.

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"I don't have anywhere to be," Nico promised, smirking a little at the hotness of that grin. "And...it's not like a hardship on my end."

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Jason moved over so there was space next to him on the bed, and crooked his finger at Nico to beckon him closer. "Come here then, if you're so willing to help me," he said. "That's very nice of you."

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Nico laughed as he crawled up closer to Jason. "You make me sound so innocent."

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"Are you saying you're not innocent? I don't know, you seem pretty nice to me," Jason said. He tried not to stare as Nico got closer, but it was really hard.

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"Just because I'm not innocent doesn't mean I'm not nice," Nico answered in amusement, tugging his shirt over his head before leaning closer to Jason. "Just like how I start out cold but I'm capable of getting warmer." Or stealing heat, same difference.

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Jason had missed being around Nico, but he'd really really missed getting to see Nico with his shirt off. "Were you able to stay warm while I was gone?" he asked, definitely staring now.

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Nico had missed that look on Jason's face, like he was someone worth staring at. "No. Try as I might, cuddling up to a hellhound just wasn't the same."

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"Yeah, I can't imagine a poodle being helpful in that regard," Jason said. Stupid Mist. "Now I'm glad I came back early. Although making sure you have a place to stay away from Luke and Percy is a good reason too."

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"She's not a poodle," Nico said, his arm moving to slip around Jason. "And I'm glad I got sexiled or I wouldn't know you were even back."

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"Okay, two questions," Jason said, slipping an arm around Nico in return. "One, how is she not a poodle? And two, if you didn't know I was back, what were you doing here?"

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Nico really liked the first question better and hoped he could distract Jason away from the second one. "Mrs. O'Leary is like, a five-hundred pound hellhound, you see a poodle because of the Mist. Did I tell you about the Mist?"

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"Noooo, I don't think you did," Jason said slowly, his eyes going wide as he tried to imagine a five hundred pound dog.

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"Ah, well, the Mist is like this magical filter to hide some of the more unrealistic parts of my world from mortals. So instead of seeing ugly mythical creatures everywhere, you'd just see normal animals. At camp, they teach us how to manipulate the Mist to cover our tracks when we run into humans on quests and stuff." Nico always wondered when he'd get to the point where Jason thought the crazy of his world was too much. "So she's not really a poodle."

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Jason had to admit, the Mist sounded kind of useful, although he definitely would have been happier if it didn't hide stuff from him too. "Okay, so I probably should stay away from your dog if I don't want to get crushed," he said, slipping a hand up Nico's chest as he tried to figure out how to phrase his next question. "Does it, uh, hide you guys too? To like, make you look different, I mean."

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Nico couldn't help smiling and teasing just a little. "You tell me, do you see the green flames sprouting from my head or do you see boring brown hair?"

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"I don't see either," Jason said, using that as an excuse to run his fingers through Nico's hair. "I see really nice brown hair."

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"Then the Mist is working overtime," Nico answered, tilting his head toward Jason's hand.

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"You're such a liar," Jason said with a laugh, even as he played with Nico's hair more and tried to get closer to him. "I think you're naturally this hot, no Mist involved."

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"I am a liar," Nico confirmed, reaching to help pull Jason against him. "What you see is me, no evil son of Hades horns lurking under my hair or tail hidden in my pants."

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"Mmmm, I could say something about what's in your pants, but I don't know if that would be a good idea," Jason teased. "You know, you didn't answer my other question." Because he wasn't so distracted by Nico's hotness that he forgot, at least not yet.

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"Did I? My bad." Maybe if he tilted his head and leaned in so he could press his lips to Jason's neck there wouldn't be need for more answers.

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Jason had to admit, that was a nice distraction, and he tilted his head almost without thinking about it. "You did," he said. "Is that why you were surprised? 'Cause you didn't know I'd be here?"

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Clearly Jason needed Nico's hand in his hair and a little sucking action. "Mhmm," Nico murmured the affirmative, finding Jason's neck to taste much as he remembered.

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Jason gasped softly, but tried to hold onto his question. "What if...what would you have done if I wasn't here?"

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Nico didn't think he could talk very well while working on Jason's neck, so he lifted his mouth closer to Jason's ear. "Slept." He didn't intend to sleep now, no.