The call from Bruce came at two in the morning but it was far from unexpected. The more nights he spent at Mt. Justice the more he would be woken up in the middle of the night. So like the many times before Dick pulled himself out of bed and made his way to the briefing room. When he was sure no one followed him he locked the door and went to the monitor to deactivate the cameras. When his own smiling face popped up onto the large screen he removed his sunglasses and rubbed at his eyes.

Now that he was feeling more awake he typed in the necessary commands on the computer and bypassed the security so he could get into Bruce's home computer system. When he was in the black screen clicked on and he saw the face of his 6 year old adopted brother staring at him.

It took the small child a few seconds before he noticed Dick and a wide smile crossed his face and a finger reached out so he could poke at the screen. It made him laugh and he could hear Bruce in the background scolding the younger for getting the screen dirty.

"You're supposed to be sleeping, Jay." Dick pulled his legs up onto the chair and rested his chin against his knees. The other child didn't say anything, he just held up his blanket to show that he was covered. "That isn't the same as being in bed."

The boy frowned and looked down like he wanted to cry so Dick just continued on with a wave of his hand. "Though since you are awake, I might as well talk to you." He tried to show no sign that he had just woken up and that he was exhausted due to a mission that day because this was his baby brother, adopted or not. The similarity just made him feel closer to him. "Do you want to know what I did today?"

Jay gave a smile and picked the blanket up so he could wrap it around himself. Dick noticed that Bruce didn't try to help him and he figured that Jason was now going through the stage where he didn't want to be helped. Dick had been on the end of one of the child's rages and he didn't want to see it again.

"Well," Dick tried to think where to start in his story. Should he begin at the beginning of the day or should he start in the middle? "Sometime after lunch I went to the park with my friends to see the trees and a bad person tried to be mean to us."

It wasn't a complete lie. Their mission had been to stop Poison Ivy from making the plant life strike back at the people. The battle had been long and it took two plans until they realized the base of her operations were being done from up above in the trees rather than in or under like everyone had previously thought.

"Sh- The bad person kept hiding from us but we found her climbing the tree to throw things at us. And my friend shook the tree just a little bit so she would stop." Robin smiled at the memory of Superboy plucking the tree out of the ground and swinging it around. The look on Ivy's face had been hilarious.

Jason seemed to be greatly immersed into the story but Dick had to stop when he heard something by the door. Blue eyes narrowed as he stared but the shifting noise from the monitor told him that Jason was starting to get impatient with waiting.

"And that was all." He finished lamely. Slowly he held up a hand and detangled himself from the chair so he could go to the door. Still he continued talking so Jason would know that he wasn't forgetting about him. "How about I sing you a song now?"

There was a noise and Dick could only assume that it was a yes, his little brother always seemed to want to hear him sing. So he would do what the younger liked and he would sing for hours until his voice became hoarse.

"Is there anything you want to hear?" There was no noise on the other side of the door so Dick unlocked it and peeked out. When no shadows caught his attention he turned around and closed the door, making sure to lock it. On the other side of the screen Jason was holding up a flower. "That's a good choice."

Once again he sat on the chair and leaned forward so he could put his hand onto the screen. Jason pulled the laptop closer and did the same thing, his tiny hand huge on the large monitor that they normally used for information on missions.

"You disappear with all your good intentions." He started the song, his voice soft yet loud so the other could hear clearly. As he continued he could see blue-green eyes slowly closing and a small little head nodding off.

When he got to the fourth voice the hand on the screen slipped off but he still continued on because he knew it was his favorite. "Who will bring me flowers when it's over? And who will give me comfort when it's cold?"

Bruce moved the computer so it was sitting in front of him and gave a tired sigh. Dick knew that it wasn't directed at either Jason or himself. In return he gave a smile and still didn't stop. He knew that Bruce enjoyed his singing just as much but would never admit to it. "Who will I belong to when the day just won't give in? And who will tell me how it ends and how it all begins."

"I should take him to bed." Bruce spoke when Dick finished the line so he wouldn't interrupt him. Dick gave a quick nod and allowed himself to give a small nod. Just when he was going to speak again Dick a shake of his head.

"You don't have to say it, Bruce." With his bandaged hand he reached for his sunglasses and pocketed them. He knew he wasn't going to need them on the way back to the room. "Jason is my brother now, and I would do what ever I need to for him."

The boy of topic shifted in Bruce's arms and Dick gave a happy wave. They both knew that Dick couldn't stay on the computer for long because if it was offline for more than an hour it would connect itself to the JLA computer system and set off an alarm of warning.

"Good night, Bruce." Dick poised his hands over the keys and began typing away. The last thing he managed to get in before they got disconnected was; "I'll visit him after school tomorrow."

As soon as the computers were all back to normal and the security cameras were back online in the room he made his way out the door and went back down the hall where he came from just forty minutes before. Because he was still so tired and trying not to fall asleep while on his feet he missed the blue eyes watching him from the shadows where the couch and TV were located.