"Fuck you, Dick-head!" Jason screamed as his knuckles collided with Dick's jaw.

His older 'brother', a man he used to respect, stumbled back as the blood dripped from his lip to the ground. Dick straightened up, keeping his eyes to the ground he allowed his hair to dangle in front of his masked eyes.

"Jason…" Dick began, in an apologetic tone, "Please, Ja—"

"NO!" The Red Hood brought another knuckle to Nightwing only this time to his gut, bringing him double over onto his shoulder. "Quit with the prissy shit and just fight back! I wanna beat the crap out of you but you're just a pathetic wreck! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Dick just stood there, punch after punch, bringing himself back up to his feet when he got knocked over. Jason could feel himself shaking from the anger, his eyes stung as tears began to well-up inside the helmet. Jason stopped and dropped his arms to his side but still tense in every muscle.

"Are you done?" Dick wiped the blood from his mouth on the back of his glove, "Did that help? Or are you going to keep going until something cracks? Or until you kill me?"

"You fuckin' asshole. I don't give a crap what happens to you but I'm not goin' to kill you." There was a faint quiver in Jason's voice.

Dick looked back at him, unconvinced. He tore his broken mask off of his face and dropped it to the ground. He turned to the edge of the roof-top, standing up on the side looking down at the street below.

"What? Is that it?" Jason snapped, "Not even going to say anything? The One-True Boy Wonder finally speechless, huh?"

"What the hell is there to say anymore, Jason?" Dick snarled, "I've tried talking but you won't listen. It's clear you don't care about the family anymore. The others had already given up on you but for some reason I thought I could convince you to come back…"

"That's not true…" Jason looked at his bloody knuckles, running his fingers over the tears in his gloves, "I hate the family, but not you…"

"Yeah… I love you too." Dick responded sarcastically through his teeth.

Jason took off the helmet, placing it under his arm. His expression was torn, his brow furrowed and his eyes glistened red. His white streak of curled hair rested against a faint scar on his pale skin.

"I do love you…" Jason brought his lips together tightly after announcing that. He waited a moment, watching Dick's expression change from anger to confusion then he threw the helmet to the ground with enough force to crack it and spun on foot, growling swears to himself.

"Jason…?" Dick jumped back onto the roof, stepping towards Jason cautiously.

"Fuck off you, jerk. I'm pretty sure I meant to say I hate you, fucking Circus Freak, the most." Jason shrugged off Grayson's hand as he tried to turn him around, "I don't fucking care, just go back to your bat-pen and go suck Bruce's dick or something."

Nightwing frowned, blowing air out of his nostrils. He stepped in front of Jason who was adamantly avoiding his gaze.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." Dick lifted his chin to grab his gaze again to which Jason responded with batting his hand away quickly, "That last bit I mean, kinda a turn off…"

A faint smile began to grow on Dick's lips as he looked up at the younger man.

"You know, you don't have to be so difficult all of the time…" The faint smile erupted to a grin, "If you just said what you meant more often it'd make my life a lot easier…"

Jason huffed, crossing his arms with a strong scowl on his face. Dick tip-toed to reach the man's cheek and planted a kiss on it. Jason relaxed his shoulders, looking at Dick hesitantly.

"I've always loved you, Jason."