Bruce sighed; his hands had stopped typing the words that his brain was feeding to the nimble appendages. He heard laughing, more or less a more happy laughter than he had heard in quite a while. It completely took the man sitting in the chair by surprise. Jason was actually laughing? Who died? Bruce swung his chair around and watched his first ward talking loudly, using his hands more than he should to explain how totally asterous to the battle went. Jason's attitude had made a complete 360 in the amount of time Dick had spent in the house working on some cases with Batman. Bruce was almost half tempted to ask, a manlier way than actually begging, for the ex-Robin to stay. Apparently Dick was a better role model for the youngest vigilante in the cave.
"Seriously? How could he be that stupid! That's so obvious." Jason said, nervously switching from foot to foot, something was bothering the current Robin and it was throwing him for a loop. Ever since Dick had come home to the Manor for that one night Jason had been acting differently. Not a necessarily bad thing but something in his mind couldn't connect the dots. Honestly, it bothered him that he didn't know what had caused the change in rebellious teen but at least the kid followed orders. Well, maybe not to the 'T' but enough where they didn't have as many fights. Maybe the kid had what it took to be Robin. Maybe not perfectly like Dick, but he did it his own way.
"I know, right? We didn't understand how stupid they were, but M'gann kept insisting that there was something going on but I couldn't find it on my sensors so… we went in and bam. Mission complete. No injuries or anything, totally awesome." Bruce just raised an eyebrow at them as he crossed his legs and leaned back into his lavish computer chair. The leather was cool to the touch as his fingers drummed on the arm.
"That's weird. Why can't Joker ever do that? Totally not play us, it's so fuc—freaking not cool." Jason covered his curse with a less vulgar word. Bruce's mouth almost twitched, Dick really was a great role model.
"I dunno, maybe he could learn from these… Jason, why do you keep fidgeting?" Dick asked, folding his arms under his chest and he leaned his eight mainly on one foot. The current Robin's eyes widened before he looked away. Bruce noticed the fingers on the youngest of the vigilante's dig into his arm as the black haired teen looked away and to the ground. He seemed to not respond to Dick's question, well not willingly at least. He could see Dick's face become more and more confused by the second, not unlike his own mind.
"Uh…" Jason replied dumbly, his hands clutched his arm for dear life. His teal eyes seemed intently looking at the floor. Bruce's eyebrows furrowed, what was his current ward doing?
"Hey… I just met you…" Jason started out, looking up at Dick. Teal eyes looking into confused sapphire ones.
"And… this is crazy…" The rebellious teen continued out, grabbing Dick's hand. The shorter teen's head came about a little under Dick's chin. Jason still had a ways to go before reaching Dick's height, though at the rate of how the young Robin was growing it was forecasted that he'd be taller than Dick much to Nightwing's dismay.
"Jason, what?" Dick stammered out, there was a faint hint of a confused blush lacing the cheeks of the older vigilante. Confusion seemed to multiply in those bluer than blue eyes. Jason's hand just pulled the older Vigilante a step closer. Bruce almost felt the need to stand up and end what was happening in front of him, but Jason was touching another person. The kid hadn't done that unless it was a fist or a kick to someone's face. He needed to see this go on a little longer, to try to figure out what was going on. Jason was being really out of character and it was starting to become unsettling.
"But… let's get married. Elope with me, maybe?" Jason purred out, watching the man in front of him eyes widened as his face exploded in a deep crimson blush that went all the way to his ears. Dick opened his mouth to respond about all his mouth would do was move. Jason wore a predatory smirk, with a cackle he turned around yelling.
"PSYCHE!" Jason's demented cackle echoed around the room while Dick sat there like a fish gasping in air as it needed water as an oxygen source to breathe. Bruce just stood up from his chair, having seen the entire scene. He quickly made his way next to the embarrassed yet still overly confused and humiliated Nightwing. The Bat placed his hand on his first ward's shoulder as his tried not to smile. That scene had been awful for Dick but amusing to the two adults in the room, himself and Alfred.
Dick Grayson had been humiliated to the two people that had mattered most in his life.
And then Bruce suddenly knew why Jason was happy. His plan had worked like a charm.