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Between all three of them, Jason was definitely the largest and tallest. As his physique was more similar to Bruce's, Dick and Tim looked smaller (though no less strong). Dick was built like an acrobat, while Tim was leaner than they were.
Thus, it became a thing for both Dick and Tim to steal as many of Jason's shirts as possible.
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Jason had just finished showering after a long day, and he was looking for his loose, almost threadbare, faded blue shirt that he preferred to wear during warm nights, such as today.
He looked through his closet twice now, and he still hadn't found the said shirt in it. He remembered folding it up and placing it inside his closet after he took care of the laundry last week, so it was confusing to not see it inside his closet.
"Dickie? Have you seen my faded blue shirt?" Jason called out from the bedroom, as Dick was in their kitchen preparing food for Haly (the dog) and Dog.
"What blue shirt?" Dick replied.
Jason exited their room to talk to each other easier. "The one I wear during hot nights?"
Before Dick could reply, Jason was already near the kitchen. Then he saw what Dick was wearing.
"That faded blue shirt," Jason said dryly, gesturing to the clothing that Dick wore.
But Dick wasn't even deterred by Jason's tone. "Sorry, Jay. I don't know what you're talking about," he said before kneeling down to put more kibble on Dog's bowl.
Jason just stared unbelievably at his dick of a boyfriend.
But then.
Jason knew he was muscular as hell. And he knew his boyfriends were, too. But that shirt was loose even on him. So, when Dick knelt down on the floor, it hung low enough to expose Dick's collarbone.
A collarbone with a fresh purple hickey that Jason put there.
Suddenly, Jason didn't mind Dick wearing his shirts anymore.
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The next time it happened, Dick and Jason had just returned from an undercover mission. Both of them were a little sore from fighting Dent's goons, but they were successful, so they both counted it as a win. Tim was supposed to go with them, but he was currently on bed rest after a bad fall from a few days ago.
Jason helped Dick sit on their couch, as he was limping slightly. Dick let out a muted groan of pain once he sat down and thanked Jason for the assistance. Jason sat beside Dick with a huge sigh and slowly removed the itchy wig he had to wear to infiltrate a club.
"Dick? Jay? That you, guys?"
Dick and Jason looked towards the source of the voice and saw Tim come out of their bedroom. If Dick were a little less tired, he would've cooed at the sight.
Tim was wearing a shirt that was definitely bigger than him, gray in color. He was scratching his left eye, probably just woken up from a nap. His hair was a little bit messy, with some parts smushed and some parts spiked up.
"Are you wearing my shirt?" Jason asked.
Tim's face slightly reddened at the comment. "Uh, yeah. It was very comfortable and I couldn't sleep earlier."
Jason hummed. "Looks good on you."
Tim reddened even more. Dick let out a soft chuckle and invited him to the couch. Jason moved a bit to the left to make room for their boyfriend to sit down.
"How are you feeling, baby?" Dick asked while he combed his hand through Tim's bedhair.
Tim moaned softly at the feeling. "Hm, pretty good. I don't get dizzy anymore."
"That's good."
This time, it was Tim's turn to ask. "How was your mission?"
"Horrible. It reminded me why I hate undercover shit. My head itched like hell the whole time," Jason answered.
Tim and Dick both laughed at the other's answer. Dick laid his head on the backseat of the couch and let out a painful wheeze. Immediately, Tim was a little concerned.
"Something wrong? Are you in pain?" he asked.
Dick nodded weakly. "Yeah. Got slammed to a wall."
"Why didn't you say so? I'll get some supplies," Tim said, worry coloring his voice.
Tim stood up from his seat and went to get the medical kit from under the kitchen counters.
"He's too good to us," Jason mutters. Dick hummed in agreement.
A few seconds of silence passed before Jason spoke again. "He looks hot in my shirt."
"I know, right?"
Tim chose that time to come back. "Know what, Dickie?"
"Nothing, babybird," Dick replied. Tim didn't look convinced but nodded anyway.