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Dick adjusted his driving gloves as he got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind him. He walked up the stairs to the building and knocked on the door. He didn’t come to this neighborhood in Gotham much, but he needed to take care of something tonight.
The guy opened the door and Dick smiled at him. He had a disarming smile and he knew it.
“Dickie boy, come on in,” Tony Carlucci was a fat man and had no respect for anyone that he thought was below him. Dick was one of those people. It would have been unfortunate, but Dick was at Tony’s place for a reason right now.
Dick followed Tony across the nice carpets in his apartment to Tony’s living room. There was a fire crackling away in the fireplace and the TV was on, playing one of those nightly programs that highlighted up and coming singing groups. Dick didn’t have time to watch those programs, not with his lifestyle.
“So why did good ol’ Bruce send you here?” Tony asked as he settled down in a large chair in the middle of the room.
“Well,” Dick said, choosing to remain standing while Tony picked up a glass, it looked like scotch, and took a slow sip. “Bruce sent me here because he had some questions about the way you were encroaching on his territory.”
“Come on, Dick, you know how business is, I need to make money.”
“Yeah but Bruce saw you as a friend,” Dick said, flexing his fingers, the soft deerskin of his gloves was warm on his skin. “And friends don’t take another friend’s territory without asking.”
“Bruce and I will negotiate it and everything will be fine, is that all you’re here for Dick? You should have let the big boys play on their own.”
“See the thing is,” Dick said. “Bruce sent me to negotiate for him, but I don’t like negotiating.” He stepped forward and looked at Tony. “You made a mistake, Tony, but the thing is, it wasn’t your first one. I’m sure you know what that means, right?”
“Dick, come on,” Tony said. “Bruce and I can work this out. Just let the adults talk it over.”
“The adults have already talked it over,” Dick said as he pulled out his gun and turned off the safety. “And they’ve made their decision.”
“Dickie, please.”
Dick frowned and cocked the gun, “You know Tony, I always hated that fucking nickname.” With that, Dick fired the gun, the sound making his ears ring as it bounced off the walls.
“I’m going to lose my hearing from all this shit,” Dick said as he put the safety back on and put the gun away. He looked at the red splattered all over his shirt. “And now I have to run to the fucking cleaners, great. This is the third shirt this week.”
Dick reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a small vial, licking his finger and tapping a bit of the fine white powder onto it. He inhaled it and sighed when he felt the instant head rush.
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Jason watched Dick Grayson trot down the stairs of Tony Carlucci’s place, a wide smile on his blood spattered face. Dick was wearing his gloves, one of the biggest signs he was out killing tonight. Jason couldn’t be too upset, Tony Carlucci had been one of the next people on his list. The guy didn’t care who he sold to, as long as he made money. He’d been pushing in on a couple different territories and it looked like Bruce Wayne’s guys got to him first.
Now Jason could take a break, some of the mob guys would take each other down fighting for Carlucci’s turf. Jason knew Dick wouldn’t be one of them, Dick stuck to taking down targets that were pretty important, Bruce liked keeping him off the streets and out of petty skirmishes.
Dick sped off and Jason watched his taillights disappear. Jason always had conflicting feelings about Dick Grayson. He was one of the most beautiful people Jason had seen in his life and watching him work was like watching a ballet. For Dick, killing wasn’t just a job, it was an art. Jason knew he chose his lines and the approach to give his kills the most finesse and impact. Carlucci being found in his own home would rattle his entire syndicate enough to topple it down.
People thought he was just a kid being sent away to do Bruce Wayne’s dirty work, but he was really Bruce’s second in command. Dick made more decisions than anyone thought. But that was how Bruce ran things. They all pretended to be a lot dumber than anyone thought they were. Jason had overlooked Dick Grayson at first, thought he was just a pretty faced, trigger happy, coke bunny, but Dick was far more.
It was a shame Dick was part of the biggest crime syndicate in Gotham and Jason was the one trying to take it all down. Otherwise, he and Dick might be good friends. Jason pulled away from the curb and headed back home. Dick did his job for him tonight. Jason was done.
A few nights later, Jason was sitting at a bar watching Tony Mills work, waiting for him to leave so he could strike. Jason had been watching him for weeks and now he knew Tony’s routine by heart. Tony liked to come to this bar, get plastered, and then he’d bring the prettiest girl home with him, snort a bunch of coke with her, and sleep with her until the coke wore off.
“Tony’s not going to be on his regular schedule tonight,” a voice said as they slipped into the booth next to Jason. Jason looked up and it was none other than Dick Grayson. Jason’s eyes went down to his hands, he was wearing his gloves.
“Got other plans for him?” Jason asked as he sipped at his coke and lime.
“What do you think?” Dick asked, stealing Jason’s glass and taking a sip. “You know coke used to have cocaine and alcohol in it.”
“I think Tony’s going to have a bad night either way,” Jason said, ignoring Dick's other comment. Dick laughed, sliding the drink back to Jason.
“I guess you’re right,” Dick said. “I think you and I are long overdue for a talk, Jason Todd.”
“I think we are too, Dick Grayson,” Jason replied.
“You like cars?” Dick asked as he got up, his body moving with cat like grace . He tossed a pair of keys to Jason. “Pull my car up, I’ll be out in a sec.”
Jason caught the keys and went outside. He looked at the keys and smirked, of course Dick Grayson would be driving a Miura. Jason looked at the sleek black curves of the car, paint shining under the streetlights. He’d never been close to something this nice, let alone been allowed to drive it. Jason climbed in and started the car, shivering when he heard the engine purr. He pulled up to the front of the restaurant and he heard a gunshot.
Dick ran out of the restaurant and slid across the hood, opening the door and climbing in with a grin on his face.
“Drive,” Dick commanded. “Fast and far away from here.”
“Alright then,” Jason said as he put the car in gear and peeled away, tires screeching and engine growling.
Dick laughed as he pulled a small vial of coke out of his pocket and snorted some, offering the bottle to Jason.
“No thanks,” Jason said as he went around a corner, the tires gripping onto the street like a dream.
As Dick laughed and snorted more cocaine, Jason wondered what the fuck the last ten minutes had been. Leave it to Dick Grayson to knock Jason for a loop enough to get Jason in a car with him.
Dick put the bottle away and leaned his head back.
“So,” Dick said. “You’re the guy trying to take out all the mobs in Gotham.”
“And you’re Bruce Wayne’s right hand man.”
Dick raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re smart,” he said as he sniffed and pulled his gloves off, tossing them in the back seat. “Most people just think I’m his coked up son.”
Jason pulled around another corner, he didn’t know where he was driving them, but Dick didn’t seem to care.
“Listen,” Dick said. “I appreciate what you’re doing, I really do. Bruce would if he paid attention to this kind of stuff but he’s more focused on running the whole business side of things. Buying, selling, you know how it is, right?”
“Sure,” Jason said as they sailed over open road, the moon hanging high above them.
“Well, I appreciate how you’re taking out our competition, and I know you’ve had more than one chance to take me out. I’m observant you know.”
“I know,” Jason replied as he slowed down, they weren’t being followed.
“Well I have a proposal for you,” Dick said. “And I think you’re going to like it because it benefits both of us.”
Jason wanted to say that it wouldn’t benefit both of them if Dick’s syndicate still benefitted from it, but he stayed quiet. “Go on,” Jason said.
“Keep doing what you’re doing,” Dick said. “But leave the Waynes alone. I know you’re doing all of this for a reason. Tell me that reason and I’ll consider changing whatever it is we do that’s making you go on your rampage in Gotham.”
“I don’t like it when people sell drugs to kids,” Jason growled out, grip tightening on the steering wheel.
“You know drugs are only a small part of our operation,” Dick said. “And because of that, I’d be more than willing to put a word in to make sure we’re not selling to kids. I don’t think that was our crowd anyways. We only sell cocaine and we sell it to rich people.”
“So you’re saying you’re too good to sell drugs to the poor.”
“Selling cocaine to the poor is a bad investment,” Dick said. “It’s not sustainable. It’s a business thing.”
Jason hummed and pulled onto a property that he knew was empty. Dick didn’t seem very bothered as Jason drove them down a long unpaved road that opened up to a large field surrounded by trees.
“What if I disagree,” Jason said. “And I turn down the deal?”
Dick turned his head and looked at Jason with those beautiful blue eyes. It felt strange that after all this time watching Dick, those eyes were finally focused on him. They sparkled in the moonlight and more than anything, Jason wanted to get lost in them. “You know what happens,” Dick said. “You’re too smart to turn down this deal. And I’ll be honest with you, I’m selfish. I don’t want you to turn down this deal because I want you.”
Dick leaned over the seat. He hadn’t bothered with his seatbelt, Jason knew him well enough at this point to guess that he never did. Dick reached over and turned the car off. The engine crackled and the world around them was silent, minus the sound of their breathing.
“I want to work with you, I want to know you, and I want to feel you,” Dick whispered, his breath hot against Jason’s neck. Jason couldn’t look away from the steering wheel.
Dick took Jason’s chin in his fingers and pressed their lips together. Jason hated how wonderful it felt to kiss Dick back, Dick’s mouth soft and pliant under his own as Dick’s tongue pressed into his mouth.
“Okay,” Jason said, trying to catch his breath. “It’s a deal.” He hated how easily he was giving up, but if he helped make Bruce Wayne’s syndicate the main one in Gotham, it meant he could have a say in where the drugs went. He had already been reassured when Dick told him Wayne wasn’t even selling to the people he was aiming to protect.
“I knew you’d say yes,” Dick said, smirking as he reached over Jason and pushed the seat back into a recline. “And not just because you had to.”
Dick pressed their mouths together again and Jason sighed as they melted together, Dick’s hands tugging on his lapels as their erections pressed up against each other.
They rutted against each other, soft moans filling the space around them as the windows fogged up.
When they were both done, Dick collapsed back into his own seat. “We’ll get you set up in the manor tomorrow,” Dick said. “He likes keeping his assets close.”
Jason’s head was spinning because he couldn’t believe any of this was happening. He’d just gone into the business he’d sworn he’d destroy and all it had taken was Dick’s Grayson’s beautiful mouth to convince him.
“Show me your place,” Dick said as he looked over at Jason. “I’m not done with you yet.”
There was something sharp in Dick’s smile, it was one he saw only a few times. Dick wore it when he knew he was getting what he wanted. It was predatory and Jason loved the way it made his cock twitch in his pants.
He started the Miura and took off into the night.