A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot, but eh, what the heck! I'll give it another chapter and see what happens.
Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice, DC comics, or any of their characters, settings, and ideas.
Jason was now at the looming and mysterious Wayne manor. The raven-haired young teen crossed his fingers, in hopes Bruce or Alfred wouldn't be awake. They would surely find out he had been smoking. The smell tainted his clothes. He'd be better off disposing of them as soon as he got to his room rather than Alfred cleaning them and finding out about his smoking.
He stuck to the shadows, carefully keeping out of the top-notch security and making sure not to set off any traps or alarms.
The second boy wonder made his way to the manor, a bit irritated by the quantity of steps and largeness of the hill.
Geez, Bruce needs to get an escalator or something. This is fucking ridiculous.
Normally, Alfred would scold the teen for such language. But, Alfred wasn't here, and besides, he's just thinking.
There's nothing wrong with saying things to yourself. Besides, there isn't anything wrong with cussing. It's just words. It's not like I'm insulting anybody with them.
...Okay, I need to stop talking to myself about my views. It's weird and creepy.
He finished climbing up the building, and, with a swoosh, jumped into his room from the window, landing ever-so-slightly on his feet.
Footsteps approaching his room.
His eyes widened. Bruce was coming to check up on him!
I am so screwed.
Closer, the footsteps came.
Closer.
Closer.
And even closer.
And suddenly, the door creaked open...
For Bruce to be staring quietly at a young teen, sound asleep in his bed.
Hm. Smells like smoke in here, Bruce thought to himself. But he shouldn't talk to Jason about it. The boy was always getting frustrated at Bruce for his lack of trust. He was always, 'too paranoid' to Jason.
He closed the door lightly, a bit disturbed by the smell, but happy the teen was sleeping peacefully. Even Bruce still had nightmares. In fact, that was his alibi. His nightmares seemed to get out of hand, and it always made him feel a bit better to see that Jason was safe. He wouldn't be able to live anymore if anything ever happened to the poor young man. As much as a handful as he is, he did grow up on the streets. The poor soul had seen so much. Too much. Bruce would try to keep that little bit of innocence he had left around. Jason needed it.
He walked away, ready to finally get some sleep. He had an important meeting the next morning, that would supposedly 'change Wayne Industries in ways never before.'
Hearing the footsteps finally leaving, Jason sighed with relief. He jumped out of the bed, and changed into his sleepwear, a green t-shirt and black sweatpants. He jumped back into bed, pulling the comforter up to his chin, where it had been before.
Geez, Bruce can be such a stalker.
These were his last thoughts he had that night before slipping into peaceful, dreamless sleep.