January 28, 2014

Nightstroke

Disclaimer: OMJ I used so many different things to create this story. I'd like to thank (and create a disclaimer for) DC Comics for being so fracking imaginative. Thank you! Okay, Young Justice was created by Brandon Vietti and Greg Weisman. Deathstroke-from DC Comics-was created by Marv Wolfman and George Perez.

Info Giving Warnings-All right, so the thing is, I kind of made character soup to make this fanfiction. For instance, when you think of Nightwing and Dick, think of the physique and weapons from the video game Injustice. I don't like his hair or personality style in Young Justice as Nightwing. As Robin he was great after the leadership thing was settled. Anyway, with Deathstroke. I want you to think entirely on his personality in the game. These people did an amazing job. I'd also like you to file off his head into more of the oval shape of his mask in Young Justice. Just to make him seem younger. You don't have to kill yourselves to do all of this, it's just what I was seeing when I made the story.

Oh warnings, this is a slash fic. That means butt sex for those of you who are unenlightened. The pairing is Nightwing x Deathstroke. I was so inspired! Um, there is cursing and…fuck it there's nothing bad. Just the sideways naughty in the bedroom. Yep, and some OOCness a little bit. Not enough to scare away any fans.

~Wayne Manor~

Jason was up all night and most of the next day waiting for Bruce to get home. He refused to sleep though, or to just leave the file where he knew the billionaire would see it.

He so badly wanted to see the man's face when he told him the news.

"Oh yeah, Bruce, guess what? Dick has a boyfriend." He practiced to himself. "Not surprising enough? The guy's over thirty years older than him.

"I mean, I guess that is kind of okay. Yeah Bruce, love is love, and I guess I shouldn't be too worried about Dick. I just wish he wasn't a super villain." He mock gasped at what he expected to be Bruce's reaction, and pretended to let the man snatch away the file. "Whow, Bruce! Let's not get too hasty. I mean, he's only killed dozens of people. Plus, he was Dick's arch-nemesis back when he was Robin.

"What's that? Disown him?!" He smiled an evil smile at the envelope in his hands. "That may be for the best."

"Jason? You talking to yourself?"

Jason snatched the file to his chest and swirled around to see a smiling Bruce. "Oh yeah, I mean, it's kind of quiet in here."

"Don't go crazy on me so young, Jason." He said with a laugh.

Jason gave a fake smile. "Haha, yeah." He looked down at the file and his smile became real. "Hey, Bruce," he looked up at his guardian, "looks like our little Dickie has been keeping secrets."

Several hours later with Dick at Mt. Justice~

Dick ran a brush through his hair before slicking it back with gel. Then he smiled at himself in the mirror.

Tonight he was going to Jump for some "patrols."

Patrols where he would ignore all crime that didn't have to do with one Deathstroke.

Somewhere in my mind, I think I should feel bad about that.

But he couldn't find any reason to feel guilty as he reached for his mask.

Before he could put it on though, there was a knock at his door.

He raised a confused brow before approaching it.

When the door slid open, he was greeted by the sight of his mentor.

"Hey, Bruce." He greeted. When his greeting was only returned with a raised brow, he corrected himself and started into the bedroom.

"Sorry. Hey, Batman."

Batman entered the room and watched Dick as he sat on his bed. The young hero patted it invitingly.

"What brings you here?"

"I make frequent visits to Mt. Justice to make sure you guys aren't slacking." He said, in a monotone voice.

Dick raised a brow. "I mean to my room, Batman. You never visit me in my room."

"I wanted to talk to you."

"About the team?"

"No."

"About my patrols?"

"No."

"…about any kind of hero work?"

"No."

Dick was seriously confused and it showed on his face. "You don't talk to me about anything else, Batman. What do you want to talk about?"

Bruce took note of what Dick said, but pushed it into the back of his mind.

"Dick, I realize I'm not the best conversationalist with you."

"You can't be the best if you don't try." Dick said.

Bruce sighed. "But I'd like to think that we have a close relationship. I thought you told me everything."

Dick thought about this before shaking his head. "No, I don't. I mean, I don't know a lot about you, Batman. There are even things on your computer that I've hacked into that you haven't actually told me."

Batman looked at him surprised.

"I mean, I don't feel like I should tell you anything too personal about me when I don't know much about you. I thought that this was the kind of relationship you wanted with me.

"Well, I didn't want to think so when I was younger, you know? I thought, if I tried hard enough, you'd just open up to me one day. That never happened though, and I just settled into this quiet relationship with you. I can't ask for more than you're willing to give me, Batman."

"What makes you think that?"

"Because I've asked, Bruce." He sighed when he got a firm glare through the bat's mask. "Batman, sorry. Anyway, I've asked. I've asked aloud and I've asked unconsciously. You just…you just never wanted to get it. I guess I'd have to become a villain for you to use your 'World's Greatest Detective' skills on me and realize that I wanted something." He smiled bitterly. "That's a thought actually." He turned his head to look at his guardian. "You think it would work?"

Bruce's eyes narrowed. "Dick, stop talking like that."

Dick shrugged. "I won't push it on you. It's been years. That doesn't work either." He stood up and grabbed his utility belt. "What do you want?"

"I want you to tell me about this boyfriend of yours."

Dick's mind froze for a moment, but he tried to keep his movements steady. "I don't have a boyfriend."

"You sure you want to lie to me, Dick?"

Dick buckled his belt with shaking hands. "I just want to correct you."

"I saw the pictures, Dick."

"Pictures of what?" He asked.

"Pictures of your 'outing' yesterday." He pulled out a file from nowhere. "I also got pictures from some security cameras for months before this of these 'outings.'"

Dick refused to face Bruce. "I don't-"

"His name is Slade Joseph Wilson."

Dick knew that Bruce could see him shaking now.

"He used to be in the army before they used him as a test subject for some special serum and he was dishonorably dismissed. He gained super abilities like: enhanced strength, longevity, agility, stamina, and reflexes. Then he became an assassin." Bruce stopped to look up at his charge. "Did you know that?"

Dick said nothing.

"Killed a good bit of heroes back in his day. Maybe some bad people too."

Still Dick said nothing.

"Then he was Slade. That was your enemy's name in Jump City, right? He became a thief. Almost took over the world several times. Probably almost killed you a few times too.

"Now he's back to Deathstroke. Killing for money once again."

Dick kept his silence.

"Did you know that he was married at one point?"

Dick bit his lip hard, refusing to take the bait.

"He had a son too. The son's throat was slashed, and just after that, Slade, or Deathstroke, lost his eye to his wife. Did you know all this, Dick?"

When Dick said nothing, Bruce put down the file and shook his head. "Do you know how disappointed I am in you?"

"Don't you dare judge me." Dick hissed.

"What was that, Richard?" Bruce stood to his feet.

"Don't you dare judge me, Bruce." He said, louder this time.

"Oh and just what do you expect me to do, Dick? You do know how this looks, don't you?"

Dick opened his mouth to speak, but Bruce cut him off.

"How much have you told him?"

Dick whirled around. "What?"

"You heard me, Dick. How many secrets has he gotten you to tell? How many identities have you given away?" Bruce looked him up and down, and sneered in disgust. "How many times have you spread your legs in exchange for the people you've sold out?"

Dick looked at him dumbfounded. "You think I'd sell us out?"

Bruce said nothing, but his face said it all.

"You think I'd sell us out for sex?! After all these years?! Members of the League have saved my life more times than I can count, and you think I'd give them up?! For sex?!

"What about you, Batman?! You were fucking Selina for ages, and she's always been a villain! I never called you out on that because I trusted your decisions. How many times have you let it slip that Superman's a paperboy after slipping inside of her?!"

"Don't you try to turn this on me, Dick! This is about you making a complete fool out of yourself and the League!"

"I am no one's fool! I already knew everything you just said! Will told me everything, and I accepted it because I love him! Hell, he knows more about me than I would ever get a chance to tell you before you die!"

Bruce gave him a cruel smirk. "You love him?" Bruce shook his head and laughed darkly. "And I guess you think he loves you too, right?" He shook his head and the dark humor disappeared from his features.

"No Dick, you're not a fool, you're an imbecile! I can't believe you'd do something so stupid! He's over twice your age! He's killed people!"

"So have some members of the League! I haven't seen you go around calling them sluts though!"

"So you're saying he's going to become a hero now, hm?"

"No! I'm not going to force him to change because of what you think I would want!"

"So you're fine with him killing people. Is that it?"

"That's not what I-"

"Then what, Dick?!"

"Nothing!" Dick threw his hands in the air. "Then nothing! This has nothing to do with you! You aren't in my life enough to know!"

Bruce scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Please, Dick, stop acting like your life was such a hardship. So I couldn't be there to tuck you in sometimes! I raised you to the best of my ability, and I thought I had done pretty well. That is until I realized that my son was some super villain's skank!"

Dick was so taken aback that he moved away from Bruce. "So I guess it would be all right if he was a female villain, right? A woman who would give me away for a diamond if the chance came. You're such a hypocrite, Bruce! At least I know that if my life were on the line, he wouldn't toss me away for cat treats!"

Then Dick's face hurt.

Bruce pulled his fist back fuming. "Don't you ever compare Selina to that murderer you're fucking, Dick. Not ever."

Dick rubbed his cheek and stared, shocked, at Bruce. Then he turned around, and took his mask from his vanity, placing it over his eyes. He turned towards the door and started out.

Bruce grabbed his wrist. "Don't turn your back on me, Richard."

Dick's lip wobbled and tears welled up behind his mask, but he kept his back straight, and his body from shaking. "I didn't want to, Bruce." He yanked away and left the room.

He was traveling through the zeta beam to Jump City before Bruce could call his name.

~Jump City~

It was raining in Jump.

Dick didn't feel like travelling by roof top, and it was fairly late, so he travelled through the alleys until he reached an abandoned subway station.

He travelled down the stairs to the platform, and jumped off onto the tracks. Then he went over to the wall and put his hand on it, humming their song as he walked.

He remembered when they chose it.

When the song was finished, he pressed his hand against the wall, and a piece slid away to reveal a hand scanner.

He took off his glove and let it scan his hand. The scanner glowed orange before a door appeared in front of him.

Dick entered and was greeted by several mouth-less drones. He tried to smile at them in greeting, but failed miserably, opting instead to pet the head of the nearest one knowing that they would all feel the caress.

Then Dick travelled through the hall to where he knew his lover would be.

He pressed a button outside the door and was greeted by another drone who stepped out as he stepped in.

Then he was looking at a smiling Will who sat comfortably in front of a fire. He wore a black silk robe, and his hair was in a messy bun on his head.

Dick started towards him, and Will stood.

"Hello, birdy. Welcome ho-" Will's eye started to squint as he noticed the soaked state of his young lover. "Richard, why are you so wet? Is it raining outside?"

Dick let himself gently collide with Will.

The older man grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him away slightly, bending so they were face to face with a chuckle. "Silly bird, you're going to get yourself sick."

Dick couldn't even look into the warm eye of his lover. He couldn't bring himself to enjoy the welcomed weight of his hands, or the warmth his body offered.

He shook his head. "He found out, Will. Batman knows everything."

Will looked at him confused. "Richard?"

"He thinks I'm selling the League out to you for sex." Dick continued to look down at the floor. "He called me a slut. He said I'm a 'super villain's skank.'" His body started to shake. "He called me a fool and an imbecile."

"Richard-"

"He looked at me like I was the most repulsive thing he had to look at, Will." The young hero choked on a sob. "He thinks I'm stupid for loving you, and thinking that you love me back."

Will sighed and wrapped an arm around the young man's waist. "Let's get you out of that wet suit."

Dick leaned heavily on his lover as they made their way to the bedroom. Will sat him down on the bed and started with his boots then worked on unseaming the suit.

When Dick was naked on his bed, he got the mask spray and used it lightly on Dick's mask. Then he peeled it back and off of the young hero's face.

It was easier to see the bruise forming on his cheekbone now.

Will ran his thumb across his lover's cheek lightly, and Dick flinched away with a hiss.

"Sorry." He said, quickly. "It still hurts." Dick finally looked up to lock eyes with his lover, and when he noticed all the concern and worry in it, the tears started to fall, and his body shook with the sobs he held in.

Will quickly removed his own robe before easily picking up Dick bridal-style. Then they were in the bathroom where the drones had filled the tub with hot water and some sweet smelling something.

He stepped inside with Dick still in his embrace and sat down.

Will quietly soothed his lover, running his fingers through the black hair, and kneading gentle pressure into the tense spots on his back. When Dick released a broken sound, he whispered comforting words into his ear to quiet him again.

Then when Dick had calmed down enough, he explained what happened to Will.

"I do love you, Richard." He said, kissing the young man's forehead and letting his lips linger.

"I know." Dick whispered, now moving his head to the side so his temple touched his lover's shoulder.

"Are you sure?" Will asked, not able to look him in the eye.

Dick reached a hand up to take his lover's hair down. The silver locks fell down the man's back, into his face, and into the water.

Dick smiled slightly. He reached his hands up to push the hair out of the way and look at his face. Will had his eyebrow raised, unimpressed.

"My hair is wet now."

"It's only a little bit."

"I'm going to have to brush it now so it doesn't get tangled."

"I'll do it."

"It's going to take forever."

"Maybe you shouldn't have your hair so long."

"I'd like us both to remember that I had it up just a moment ago." Will smiled at the pout he got. "I also had my hair short at one point. Maybe I will cut it again."

Dick was quick to straddle the man's lap and grab his shoulders, splashing water out of the tub. "No!"

Will raised his brows in surprise and put his hands on Dick's forearms. "No?"

Dick shook his head and touched the hair with his wet hands. "I like it like this."

Will sighed and ran his through his hair from the hairline to the base of his skull. Now only a few stray strands tried to obscure his vision. "I like it like this as well. It's high maintenance though."

"I know. I watch you brush it. Sometimes I wish it were me."

"I'd let you brush it. All you had to do was ask." Will moved his hands so they rested around Dick's waist. "It would save me about an hour if someone else was doing it."

Dick smiled at him again. Then his eyes travelled to the loose, white gauze covering his lover's right eye.

"Why do you cover your eye when you're alone?" He asked, moving his hand to touch it, but rethinking it.

"I don't like to look at it when I don't have to. I'd wear a patch to bed, but that's bad for it apparently. My pores can't 'breathe,' or so my 'doctor' told me."

Dick considered asking about this "doctor," but instead chose to kiss his lover.

Will let him lead the kiss, opening his mouth to the prodding tongue of his lover.

When Dick pulled away, they were both flushed from the kiss and the bath's temperature.

"Will?"

"Hm?"

"Make love to me."

If Will was shocked, he didn't let it show. He simply moved his hands to card through Dick's hair again, looking into the young man's eyes.

"Are you sure?"

Dick took a deep breath and nodded. "I'm sure."

Will studied his features for another moment before pulling him down for a kiss.

Panting breaths quickly filled the bathroom. Dick had moved his arms so they were wrapped around the man's neck, and Will's had pulled him closer by the waist.

Then Will was stood with Dick in the tub, water cascading down their bodies in streams. His grip was tight around Dick as he pulled their mouths apart so he could see where he was stepping.

Dick kept his arms tight now around his lover's shoulders. He distracted himself by kissing down Will's jaw and to his neck, trying very hard to leave a mark.

Will bit his lip in an attempt to ground himself while he grabbed a towel from the wrack and hurried to the bedroom.

Dick yelped when he was dropped onto the bed. He shifted slightly and looked up at his lover confused.

Then looking under himself, he saw a white towel over the black comforter.

He looked up surprised at his smirking lover before rolling his eyes and scooting himself, and the towel, further up the bed towards the pillows.

Then Will was on the bed, crawling up to his lover with legs spread open invitingly.

"You know, you are a different kind of lover, I think." Dick said, offering more of his neck to the man.

"Oh really?" Will mumbled.

"Mm hm. I mean, most would toss their lover on the bed without anything else on their mind, but doing the naughty."

Will chuckled against his collar bone. "'Doing the naughty?'"

Dick huffed. "Don't judge me."

"I wouldn't. Continue."

Dick hummed. "You, on the other hand, actually stop to grab a towel, and toss me on it instead of the bed. Are you seeing my confusion here?"

"Yes, and I suppose I should explain."

Dick was about to agree when Will suddenly had his hands on his lover's shoulders, and was pinning him to the bed with his hair falling around them like a curtain.

"You see, I did stop to grab the towel, but for a reason." He scooted his knees further up the bed so their pelvises were touching, and Dick's legs were slightly elevated.

"If I had not grabbed the towel, I would have dropped you on the comforter, and you're wet butt would be scooting uncomfortably on the material."

Dick gasped. Will had moved so their cocks were touching.

"But, since I put you on the towel," he ground his hips down so their lengths pushed harder against each other, "you were very much comfortable on the soft material.

"And now that your butt and back are at least slightly dry, you don't have to get the sheets wet, and we don't have to sleep in a cold bed."

"Fuck, Will." Dick hissed.

"This thing that makes me so different from other, ornery men, Richard, is foresight. Quite a gift too. Wouldn't you agree?"

Dick nodded and started to claw at the bed. "Yeah, yeah, Will. I get it."

Will hummed and started to slide faster against Dick, his breaths getting heavier and his eye blinking shut for several moments before he opened it to look down at his lover.

Then he bent forward and started kissing Dick's pectorals, moving down until he had a pink nipple in his mouth and sucking lightly.

Dick gasped and bit his lip hard to keep himself from making the embarrassing sounds climbing in his throat. The touches were too light for him to scream just yet.

"Will…Will, please, I'm going to…fuck, too much too soon!"

Will smiled and pulled away, slowing the grinding of his hips. "Alright, Richard."

He pulled away and crawled to one of the bedside drawers on either side of the bed to grab the lube. When he turned back to his lover, Dick was rubbing himself.

Will huffed and smacked his hand away; Dick whining in protest. "If I have to be patient, Richard, you do too."

Dick pouted. "Mean."

Will scoffed and popped open the lube with his thumb still looking down at his lover. "Unfair."

Dick stuck his tongue out only for Will to pinch his thigh. "You shouldn't show it if you're not going to put it to good use, birdy."

Dick knew he was blushing, but he was also smirking up at his lover. "Next time."

Will hummed and poured the lube onto his hand. "I'll hold you to that, Richard." Then his fingers travelled down to Dick's bottom and towards his anus.

"Take a deep breath."

Dick sighed before nodding his head for Will to begin.

His lover slowly pushed the first finger in with no problem. Dick was ready for the second almost immediately.

Dick squirmed slightly as the second finger entered him, but made no sounds of protest.

Will watched his features as he pushed the third finger in much slower than the others.

Dick gripped the sheets a bit harder, but nodded for Will to continue.

Will started to scissor his fingers, and push deeper until he heard Dick groan.

"Push harder." He said. Will let his fingers toy with the bundle of nerves in his lover's ass. Loving the quick rise and fall of his chest, and the travelling flush of his skin.

Then he stopped and pulled out his fingers to lube his length. "I'm proud of you, Richard. You've lasted so long."

Dick laughed, his chest still rising and falling rapidly in excitement, and smiled at the ceiling. He hummed. "I've been practicing."

Will bit his lip, and was glad his young lover didn't notice how badly he wanted to groan out his own pleasure. "So naughty, Richard." He finally breathed out.

Dick lifted his head to look at him then. "I had to learn to keep up someday."

Will smiled and lined himself up with Dick's hole. Dick smiled and wrapped his arms around his lover's neck. Will took that as his cue to move.

Will groaned until he was seated all the way inside of his lover. Then his breathing sounded labored, and Dick, through his own haze, looked up, worried, at his lover.

"Babe?" He panted. "You okay?"

Will shook his head, dizzy. "Rich…Richard…Richard, you're so tight. You've always…always been tight, but…I haven't felt you like this since…since I first took you."

"Clenching exercises, babe."

Will looked at him surprised and confused. Dick tried hard not to laugh at his expense.

"Clenching…" He took a deep breath before shaking his head again. "Clenching exercises?"

"Yeah."

Will bit his lip and nodded. "Alright, just, a little warning next time would be appreciated." Then he pulled out and jerked himself back in, a cry being torn from Dick's throat.

Dick's arms wrapped tighter around his lover until they were flush against each other, Dick's face pressing into the man's neck.

His breath hitched as Will found his spot once again. "Right there, Will." He breathed. "Right there."

Will pulled out and slid into the same spot, making Dick moan in approval. "Harder, Will." He begged, pushing his hips to meet his lover's thrusts.

Will put his hands on either side of Dick before moving one to lift Dick's leg up and onto his shoulder, his sex pushing harder against his lover's prostate.

Dick threw his head back and cried out as Will slammed into his ass. He tried to stifle his cries by biting his lip, but it was a losing battle.

"Fuck!" He panted, tossing one of his hands into his hair and pulling in attempt to ground himself. "Will!" He yelled. "Will! Will! Will!"

Will groaned at the way his name fell from his lover's lip. A plea and a prayer of desperation.

He bent forward, Dick's knee now especially close to his ear. Will sucked on his neck and down to his shoulder where he pressed butterfly kisses before biting the skin.

Dick screamed, the hand that was still clutching at his lover's neck now coming around to Will's shoulder blades, then dragging fingernails down his back.

Dick relished in the feeling of his lover's teeth on him, so close to breaking the skin. God he was so close.

"Fuck yes, Will! Fuck I-!" Dick gasped as his balls started to tighten and shut his eyes tight. "Fuck, Will, yes! Yes! Yes! Will! Fuck! Fuck, I'm so close! Fucking ungh!" He threw his head back once again and whined pathetically. "Please, Will."

His lover hummed into his neck and moved so his lips were near his lover's ear. "What do you want, Richard?"

Dick's eyes opened and he looked, eyes half-lidded and unfocused at the ceiling. "I wanna cum, Will." He breathed.

"How badly do you want to cum, Richard?" He asked, licking the shell of Dick's ear.

Dick whined and moved his hand down to Will's tailbone, pushing down so his sex rubbed against his lover's stomach. "So bad, Will. You feel so good." He swallowed. "Feel so good inside me."

Will hummed again and Dick could feel the smirk on his lips against his neck. "My dick inside of you."

Dick couldn't breathe as he heard his lover say that. "Will's dick inside me." He whispered aloud, eyes glazed over.

Dick buried his face in Will's neck as he came between them, pressing his lover's hips with a bruising grip down on onto his sex.

Will moaned as he spilled inside of his lover, leaving himself buried into the tight channel until his body stopped shaking.

Dick started running his hand through his lover's hair and smiled when he couldn't.

Will's hair had already started to tangle from being wet.

"I know you're smiling."

Dick tried to force a frown before his lover sat up, but he ended up falling into a fit of giggles at his lover's unsurprised face.

Will rolled his eye, and kissed his young lover's unbruised cheek before gently pulling out, and getting off the bed to go to the bathroom.

Dick was still giggling when Will reentered the room.

His older lover tossed the warm cloth onto his face, and laughed when Dick yelped. Then he made his way over to his vanity and sat in front of the mirror to start at his hair.

"Wait, Will." Dick called, sitting up and wiping off his stomach. "I want to brush it."

Will stood up and walked back over to the bed, crawling up to the pillows and sitting in between Dick's legs with his back facing his lover's chest.

He handed him the brush. "Alright, have at it."

Dick smiled, but before he started to brush his lover's hair, he brushed the wash cloth across his lover's stomach to remove his…fluids.

Surprisingly, it was Will blushing at the care Dick was showing him. He was glad his lover couldn't see his face from behind him and his long hair.

Dick had taken up doing this when he realized his older lover was willing to let the aftermath of their love making stay on his body until the next day, then get upset about it. Will was quick to take care of him, but indifferent to himself it seemed.

When Dick was finished, he picked up the brush and started running it through Will's hair.

"Start from my roots and work down to the ends." He said, feeling the blush in his neck now.

Dick chuckled from behind him. "Your neck is red, Will."

Will knew if he opened his mouth, he would struggle to find the right words to say, so he bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to push the embarrassment out of his mind.

Goodness, he felt like such a child!

In the back of his head he was enjoying it though. It was actually very intimate.

Dick brushed until all of the tangles were out of his lover's hair then he tossed the brush to the end of the bed and fell back against the pillows with a huff.

Will smirked and ran his fingers through his hair. It was just as glossy as it had been before his young lover had decided to get it wet with bath water and sweat.

"Good job, Richard, though if you're going to faint after each time you do it, we might have to practice in moderation."

He expected a laugh from his young lover, but didn't get one.

He started to pull it up into a high ponytail when he looked back at Dick.

The young hero had fallen asleep.

"Brushed into unconsciousness, hm? I know the feeling." He tied his hair around his hair to keep it in the ponytail, then climbed up the mattress once more to lay beside his lover.

He worked on getting them both under the sheets without jarring Dick too much. "Couldn't even get yourself in the bed, could you, birdy?" He sighed and pulled the covers over both of their shoulders, watching Dick as he fell deeper into sleep.

He hummed and ran his finger across the mark on Dick's cheek, moving close to kiss it. "You never said you were sure I love you." He whispered. Will sighed and bumped their noses together, closing his eyes.

"Silly bird." He whispered again before drifting off.

About twenty minutes later, making sure his lover was asleep, Dick smiled and opened his eyes to look at Will as he slept.

"I'm sure." He mouthed, not wanting to wake his lover again.

Then the room was silent besides the loud snores of Dick.

~With Batman at the Tower~

"So that's the story, everyone." Bruce finished, shaking his head.

Diana sighed and shook her head. "We'll have to inform everyone that we've been compromised."

"Might have been compromised." Barry interjected. "Come on, guys, we really don't know what's going on here besides the obvious. Plus, didn't you date Catwoman, Bruce?" He asked.

"That's beside the point!"

"Sounds a little hypocritical." Barry said with a shrug.

Bruce was about to add something else when Clark cut them off.

"Barry is right, Bruce. There are many of us in the League who were or are involved with villains, and we don't have reason to believe that they're traitors. Plus you, who are obviously paying so much attention to League affairs, haven't brought up the case of anyone else. If you did, I doubt it would be with so much spite."

Bruce glared at the table. "So we aren't going to say anything to anyone?"

"Not until we have evidence that we've been compromised."

Bruce stood up from the table and dismissed himself through the door.

Clark sighed. "Do you think he's upset about it because he cares about Dick?"

Barry shook his head. "Not with that much anger. Hell, how many of us haven't considered the possibilities with some of these villains? I'll be fine if Dick's happy. You know, and the League is safe."

"Dick hasn't given us reason to doubt his judgment so far. I think we should hear his side of the story." J'onn said.

"If he even comes back. I'd hate to know what kind of tongue lashing Bruce gave him." Barry added, leaning back in his chair. "I don't know how quick I would want to get back here."

"If it turns out that he doesn't want to come back, we'll just have to find him." Clark said, simply. "All we need to know is if he's told Slade anything. He can quit the League if he wants to."

"Alright then." Flash stood up. "Anyone looking forward to tomorrow?"

No one answered.

But there was one person looking forward to tomorrow.

His name was Jason, and he sat once again at the bat-computer. Typing away at the email he was creating.

All we can do is hope for the best for our dear Nightwing.

-Batman and Co.

He clicked the send button, and the message was sent to everyone in the League with an email address.

Jason sighed and leaned back in the chair with a smile.

Yet another tomorrow promised to be interesting.