"Maybe this one?" Tim held yet another shirt against himself as he looked at himself in the mirror. He tilted his head in consideration as he thought about how it made him look. "No…looks too Stray." He mumbled, throwing it back on the bed.

They had for once actually planned to see each other instead of the usual way of dropping in on each other at random, so naturally Tim wanted to pick out how he looked. Jason had seen him a million times as Stray, in the leather cat suit that had hardly gotten any upgrades since his first one. Sure he's seen Tim in his regular clothes once or twice, but that had mostly been his pajamas. So he wanted to wear something nice, to look like himself.

Tim looked at the disaster on his bed, this was why he had started the second Jason had called to tell him he could stop by later, he was going to have to clean all this up before he got there. This was the fifth outfit he had put together and nothing made him happy.

He didn't know why he was worrying so much, it wasn't like Jason cared what he wore, most of them knowing each other had been in uniform, a tee shirt and jeans wouldn't be anything to surprising right? But what if Jason dressed up? Tim didn't know what the boy usually wore; he's only seen him in the clothes Tim lent him and that one time he had swung by as himself. That had only been a hoodie and jeans, but that didn't mean it was Jason's standard.

If Jason showed up looking amazing and Tim just wore his pajamas again, he would be devastated. This shouldn't be this hard, Tim thought to himself.

Tim sighed, picking out another shirt from his closet, trying to remember when he bought it. Was it for undercover work? Was it something he liked as just himself? Something that Stray would have picked?

Tim had been working on trying to keep his Stray persona under lid when Jason came over, he wanted Jason to know the real him. Just Tim with nothing else butting in. But he's been using the mask of Stray for so long, he wasn't sure where one began and the other ended.

Selina had taught him that confidence was just an illusion; it was whatever that was put out that anyone would listen to. So he had faked it, he faked it so long he started believing his own lie. He never felt like it was split personality sort of thing, Stray wasn't some voice in his head or anything; he would just think to himself, how would Selina do this? What would be the best way to use what he's learned, that's what he would use when he was Stray.

Now Tim just wanted to be Tim, not as confident, not as forward and much more clean cut than Stray. He kept telling himself he needed to stop taunting Jason so much, the poor repressed bird. He might faint one day, or get mad. He didn't want that to ever happen, so he was going to drop the sexual stuff completely when they were just themselves. He was going to try anyway, that sort of got ingrained into him along the way.

Tim started to worry his bottom lip with his teeth as he held the shirt up against him, looking over his reflection. What if Jason didn't like Tim? What if he just liked Stray? It wasn't too crazy to think, all Jason had ever gotten a glimpse of was Stray.

Sure he's been more himself in the minimal time they've been together, but Jason would always give him this strange look like he didn't recognize him. It made Tim's stomach twist in an uncomfortable manner.

Tim sighed in frustration, throwing the shirt on to the pile he was making, racking his fingers through his hair, tempted to pull it out.

"What are you doing?" An amused voice startled him, causing him to spin around ready to fight off the intruder. "Heh, I already sparred today, but thanks." Jason grinned, walking in to the room, eyeing the bed confused.

"W-What…you're early." Tim stammered, he was still just in his sweat pants and an old tee shirt he should have thrown away ages ago.

Jason shrugged; he was wearing something very similar to what he showed up in the first time. For a Wayne, he didn't dress very classy.

"I got done with school stuff faster than I thought, so I came early. Should I have called?" Jason asked, tilting his head like he might have done something wrong.

"No…no, it's fine, you just startled me is all." Tim glanced over at the bed mortified. "Let's go into the living room!" Tim suggested, pushing the other boy out of his bedroom.

"Why are all your clothes out?" Jason asked curiously, letting himself be ushered around the apartment.

"No reason!" Tim defended, trying to get him to drop it.

Jason turned around, pushing down Tim's hands and caught him in a hug, laughing when Tim let out a surprise squeak.

"You are acting so weird…even for you." Jason kissed his cheek, grinning more when Tim pouted at him. "You are so cute today~"

"What? You're insane, I look terrible." He didn't even get a chance to shower and fix his hair, this was disaster.

"Nonsense, you look beautiful as ever." Jason insisted, copying Tim's little move of kissing the tip of his nose. "Haha! Are you actually blushing? Finally!" Jason laughed, filling with glee that he actually got to be the one to get the other to blush.

"Oh hush up." Tim muttered, lightly pushing Jason in the chest, unable to suppress the smile that was trying to take over his face.

Jason continued to grin, rubbing his nose against Tim's, pulling him closer.

"I missed you, Kitten." Jason breathed softly, burying his face in Tim's shoulder.

"I missed you too, Birdie." Tim sighed lightly, grasping at the back of his hoodie.

"I haven't caught you on roof tops for ages, what's up?" Jason asked, starting to rock them gentle as if they were slow dancing.

"I've been taking a break." Tim shrugged, he still needed time to heal and for these awful bruises to disappear, his lip wasn't hurting anymore but still hated to look at it.

"Heh, that so? Hanging up the whip for a while?" Jason teased.

"Well that is where I keep it, but yes. I want to lay low till I'm nice and pretty again." Tim hummed, finding himself completely relaxing against Jason.

Jason peeked up from his shoulder to pout at him.

"You are always pretty." Jason defended. "I think you look gorgeous right now."

"Ha, yes, with my disgusting yellowing bruises and busted lip, I'm a prize." Tim laughed, he was happy Jason thought so though.

"Hey, hey, that's my boyfriend you are talking about there." Jason pulled back to frown at him face to face.

"Oh? What are you going to do? Fight me?" Tim teased, laughing more when Jason pulled a torn look.

"I will pillow fight you into submission." Jason finally said after thinking it over.

"Oh~?" Tim smirked. "Is that a challenge I hear?"

"Oh yes! I will defend the honor of Tim Drake!" He declared, sounding full of fight despite kissing Tim's cheek.

Tim's smile faltered though, a little caught off guard. He held Jason's cheek, pulling him into a short chaste kiss.

"What's the matter?" Jason asked quietly after the kiss, looking guilty as if he had done something wrong. Foolish boy, did he not know he was practically perfect?

"Nothing, I just didn't think you'd remember my last name, it caught me by surprise." Tim explained, not quite looking him in the eyes.

"Oh…um…" Jason sounded nervous. "Do you prefer Kyle?" Jason asked hesitantly.

"I don't really go by either, I haven't told anyone my real name in ages." Tim shrugged. "I've just been Stray to anyone I met, Tim Drake doesn't even exist."

"What? What does that mean?" Jason asked confused. "Is that not really your name?" He sounded disappointed.

"It is my name, it's just, well…technically I am officially dead." Tim told him hesitantly, he hadn't really planned on telling him about any this.

"Wha- Why are you dead?" Jason blurted, shaking his head a little, cursing under his breath. "I mean, obviously you are not dead, why would anyone think you're dead?" He corrected himself.

"When my parents died, Selina and I faked my death to make it seem like I died with them, so I couldn't be connected to the Drakes or anyone else. I didn't want to go into the system and I don't have any other blood family…besides I didn't want to leave Selina." Tim explained, looking off at a painting hanging over the fireplace mantel, like it was much more entertaining than this conversation.

"I'm sorry…I didn't mean to dredge things up…" Jason apologized, giving Tim a small squeeze.

Tim shook his head, giving Jason a melancholy smile.

"No, it's fine." He softy kissed Jason, slowly starting lead him into the living room again. "Come on, let's watch terrible movies and mock all the fighting scenes and how inaccurate they all are."

"Oh my god, will there be popcorn?" Jason asked excitedly, his eyes starting to light up.

"Yes there will be." Tim grinned, laughing when Jason cheered and lifted Tim up, spinning him once before throwing him over his shoulder fireman style. "What are you doing!?" Tim gasped through his laughter.

"There isn't a moment to lose!" Jason announced, carrying Tim into the kitchen, putting him down to sit on the counter. "Where is the popcorn?"

Tim just shook his head in disbelief, his boyfriend was completely ridiculous. He pointed to the cupboard where he kept it and let Jason dig it out and pop it into the microwave.

"Hey~" Tim called, a sly smile slipping on his face when Jason turned to him. "Come here." He beckoned with a finger.

Jason moved closer to him, resting against the counter and in between Tim's legs that dangled off the edge. He looked up at him with such sweet innocent eyes; it made Tim's heart melt.

Tim leaned down, gently pressing a kiss to Jason's forehead.

"You are wonderful, I hope you know that." Tim spoke softly, watching emotions dance across Jason's face with interest. Jason's face broke out into a wide grin in the end, it was breath taking.

"Well I am the boy wonder~" Jason pointed out, chuckling at his own bad joke. Tim rolled his eyes and bumped his foot against Jason's legs to punish him for such a pun. In his own house.

"You are relentless." Tim groaned, he had set him up for that, hadn't he?

"Yes, yes I am~" Jason teased, getting up on his tip toes just to be able to kiss Tim properly.

"Mm…fine, I accept your apology, I will now only take apologizes in forms of kisses." Tim informed him, smiling when Jason just laughed.

"A tough bargain, but I accept your terms~" Jason agreed, giggling.

"Then let's seal it with a kiss~" Tim purred, pulling Jason up to him, kissing him with everything he's got as best he could from this position.

"Mm…whoa…"Jason mumbled dazed, smiling that sweet dopey smile Tim just loved.

"Mm, right back at you, wonder bird." Tim hummed. Jason threw him a mischievous grin. "Oh no." He mumbled.

He squeaked when Jason picked him up and again threw him over his shoulder, the microwave beeping around the same time. Jason pulled it out and took his haul to the living room.

"Jay!" Tim squealed with laughter, patting at Jason's lower back that was in his face. "I am not a sack of potatoes." He insisted, giggling.

"No, but this is just a more interesting way to get you form one place to another~" Jason patted his leg, dropping the popcorn bag on the coffee table before he carefully managed to put Tim down on the couch.

"Is this going to become a habit? Because I'm not sure how I feel about it." Tim said, looking at him with a questionable look.

"I haven' decided yet~" Jason grinned, plopping down next to him. "Shall we see what terrible things are playing tonight?"

"Mm, definitely." He curled up against Jason, handing him the remote.

So they watched terrible movies, talking over most of the dialog that they both agreed wasn't worth listening to anyway, complaining how everything had a love interest as if every hero was ever concerned about that. Of course adding their thoughts to how they would do some scenes and how much better it would be. All this in between feeding each other popcorn, starting up a pillow fight; and Tim getting beaten when Jason cheated and started tickling.

It might have just been the best night Tim had ever had in his whole life, if he would have brought up the notion to Jason, he would have agreed.