Frick Man We Stan Cass And Jason - Tumblr Posts

take the photographs (and still frames in your mind)

snapshots of ignored relationships.

i. dick & steph

Dick sat on the counter in his apartment; Steph stood next to him, staring intently at the waffle maker. Her curls were piled on top of her head in a messy bun and she had changed into a sports bra and a pair of yoga pants she’d stolen from him. He was in his boxers and an undershirt.

Steph broke the silence to say, “I know you’re normally the one who says this, but I want you to know I’m here for you.”

Dick sent her a wan smile. “I know. Sorry I couldn’t always say the same.”

She shrugged.

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ii. cass & jason

Jason woke up to find his sister standing over him. He screamed.

Once his heart rate got under control, he snapped, “What the fuck, Cassie?”

Cass said, “You are hurt. Tim told me.”

Jason sneered and sat up, cursing his past self for falling asleep on the couch. “Tim should’ve kept his fucking mouth shut.”

“I was worried,” she said.

Jason’s lips screwed into a grimace. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

Cass shook her head. “I will anyways. Do you need help?”

“It’s just a hyperextended knee. I guess you can stay though, I hate watching movies alone.”

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