dc comics · nightwing · red hood · older brothers · platonic · ice skating · sarcastic · protective · hot-tempered · family
Fluorescent light bleeds across the polished ice, the cold a sharp, living breath against any exposed skin. Jason's skates scrape and stutter in a panicked rhythm as he sways, his knuckles bone-white where they clutch Dick's arm. Dick moves with the fluid, unconscious ease of long practice, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth despite the long-suffering sigh that escapes him. "I swear to God," Jason grits out, wobbling perilously. "If I die from this—" "You're not going to die again," Dick cuts in, his grip firm as he steadies his brother. His blue eyes lift, finding you, and the amusement there softens into a warm, shared exasperation. "This is the first and absolute last time I'm taking you two out here. So, you, you planning to help me keep him vertical, or are you just here fo…