They were stretched out on the huge sectional in the family room and watching 2012 while unwinding from an uneventfully long evening of patrol. Raya shifted onto her left side and cradled her head on his shoulder, her hand moving to rest on his chest. It was comfortable and familiar, the uncomplicated nature of their friendship allowing them to cuddle like this without it would being awkward.

"Yanno," she said slowly. "Bruce's birthday is in two days..."

Dick's lips twitched.

"And you haven't gotten him a birthday present yet?"

"No, I got him a present," she muttered crossly. "It's just not the gift that I really want to give him."

"What is it that you want to give him?"

"Jason."

Hearing she wanted to give Jason Todd as Bruce's birthday present did not surprise Dick any. He had suspected that bringing the two together had been on her mind for a while now. Just as he knew the reason why came down to her wanting her family whole. During the six months where Bruce had seemingly died, the seven of them: Raya, Damian, Barbara, Cass, Alfred, Tim and himself, had come together to forge a new family.

While he remained largely on the fringe of their clan, Jason had returned to the family fold, and helped do his part to oversee things in Gotham. And that, Dick knew, was because of her. Which was why he was figuring that if there was anybody who could bridge the huge gap between father and son, it was Raya.

"You realize Jason is not gonna let you simply gift-wrap him and deliver him to Bruce willingly, right?"

"Cuffed and unconscious or not cuffed and conscious," she huffed. "Those are the only two choices that miserable wretch is getting."

"I see that you've put considerable thought into this."

She harrumphed.

"It's obvious they won't do anything to bridge the gap between them. So, I'll do it for them."

Dick almost felt sorry for the two men.

Almost.


A/N: Hello, all! Hope this finds you well!