I finally finally finished this one and there will be another and another and another until I deem it necessary for Dick to go back into adulthood. Hope y'all like it, please tell me what you think.

Jason went rigid feeling a small heat source coming from his side. His Bat-training came in handy at this moment keeping his eyes closed he felt his surroundings; he knew he was in his apartment but who was at his side?

Finally relaxing as images from the other day came to mind, he remembered calling Alfred and telling him an eight-year-old Dick would be staying with him. He stayed still for too long because the child beside him opened his eyes suddenly.

Dick looked ready to have at least sugar rushes that day and Jason cursed his fucking stupidity. What the hell was he supposed to do to entertain the kid today? Yesterday he'd made him cry at least four times during the first hour together.

Dick had always been a morning person and in Jason's opinion it fucking sucked… and hard.

"Holy pain!" Dick swore stubbing his toe and Jason turned wildly at hearing such a harsh tone from such a small boy. Seeing him jump around holding his foot and trying not to cry but obviously failing, Jason doubled over in laughter at the eight-year-olds pain.

"Kid… that's just…" Jason said laughing even harder which made it impossible to finish his sentence. He immediately shut up when he saw the tears rolling down the boy's cheeks. "Let's go make you breakfast."

He knew Dick would never let go of how many time's Jason has made him cry in a mere day. Jason knew he would hold anything and everything he remembered about this weekend against him. He knew there would be no shutting him up.

"This is cereal." Dick said disgustedly.

No, fucking duh. Jason thought wishing Dick was older so he could say it freely without risking the boy to cry him a river. Jason really didn't want a river in his kitchen.

"What do you want to do today?" Jason made the mistake of asking the kid. That got Dick ranting about what he wanted to do, every single fucking minute he breathed for breath seemed to be a waste of time for him. Oh no that would be completely unrealistic of Dick. He wished that statement was true it would make life so much easier.

Jason slammed his head against the table when Dick suggested patrolling.

"I'll tell Bruce, to come get you so you can patrol."

"No!" Dick yelled as he tilted the bowl of cereal into the trash can.

"Hey! That was perfectly good; I bought it a couple days ago."

"I want to patrol with you Jason!" the kid whined.

"No." Jason was stubborn… Dick had those big blue fucking eyes.

"Please?" And a very annoying voice when he wanted to. The boy went on jumping and pulling at Jason's jacket for at least an hour as they walked into a Diner not so far from Jason's home. The ringing of the boy's voice did miracles to Jason's patience and he wasn't sure how long he'd last before publicly yelling at him to shut up and getting dirty looks form those who didn't have children and sympathetic ones from those who did.

Jason went up to the counter to sweet talk the waitress into getting the kid a free discount meal. Jason wasn't a cheap person, he just didn't have much money on him at the moment, now that he thought about it, it would be sweet to insist on Bruce paying him for every single breath little jazz fingers took inside his apartment, it'd be worth a year's supply of chili dogs.

When Jason turned around to go back to Dick he growled under his breath at the guy waving a chocolate bar in front of Dick's face. He was an eight year old not a fucking dog. Jason knew very well what that chocolate bar was filled with and it was nothing close to sugar. He knew Dick knew enough by the disgusted look on his face, but being an eight year old not robin or Nightwing or whatever the fuck he wasn't right now, he could nothing but stare and try to tell the guy no but he seemed determined…

Until Jason came around and grabbed the guy from the back of his jacket, he knew the guy. Jason had dealt with this bastard before and now he was selling to his older (currently younger) brother? No, Jason would not have that. Not. At. All.

He took the bar from the bastard and opened it breaking it in half the liquid coming out was certainly not syrup. The bastard was quickly found rammed into a counter and being held down by Jason.

"If you even think about selling drug to another kid, I will split your face open and if I see you so much as looking at my little brother again I will do much, much more." before he could punch the bastard in the face once more a small hesitant voice came from behind him.

"Jason?"

"What?" He snapped, turning to face the small boy looking at him. His face softened the moment he looked into those big fucking blue eyes.

"Please, stop." He looked… scared. He honestly looked scared. It surprised Jason and he let go of the bastard that had fainted a while ago after pissing his pants. He must have looked so fucked up to scare him like that because this boys has seen so much worse than Jason just beating up some bastard that had been offering his brother drugs in a public place to top it off.

"I'm… sorry, if I scared you Dick." His eyes were wide and he looked very pale. "How… how about we go watch a movie, no fighting there… I promise."