Jason Tolne woke up on Christmas Eve morning with so little enthusiasm one would never suspect it was his 18th birthday.

"Jaaaaaasssssoonn," came the whisper, so annoying that he threw the blankets over his head.

"I'm sleeping!"

"It's morning! Happy…"

"NO! I'm SLEEPING!" he yelled, snuggling closer into his pillow.

There was a thud on the bed beside him and he could feel Dick's arms around his waist from on top of him. He sighed, remembering the feeling last night and blushing.

"Jason," came the whisper and Dick peeled away the blanket, kissing the back of Jason's neck.

He turned and looked up at Dick, who was smiling. "You don't play fair."

Dick's smile quickly became a grin. "It's the only way to win with you."

Jason leaned up to kiss him and Dick quickly grabbed the blankets, pulling them off the bed and running.

"BASTARD!" Jason yelled, whining at the loss of warmth.

He could hear Dick's laughter from the hall and he grumbled, climbing out of bed and beginning to get dressed.

That's when it hit him.

He was eighteen.

He turned and looked into the mirror on his right, blinking. Nope. Still the same.

Jason threw on a t-shirt and pants, slowly walking out of the bedroom and still making angry noises under his breath. When he finally got to the kitchen he stopped one foot in the room, frozen.

Dick sat at the kitchen table, reading the paper.

In front of him on the table lay a white box, not wrapped. Jason swallowed. "Um, can I?"

Dick looked up and smiled. "Of course. It's your birthday."

Jason walked slowly over to the table and picked up the box, which was about average size. It was bigger than shirt box, but smaller than a sweater box so he was very unsure about what was inside.

What he did not expect to see inside was a black mask.

Jason picked it up in his hands, feeling its age. "Nightwing."

"It's the only part of the costume I still have. I'm not as sentimental as Bruce."

Jason looked up at Dick, confused.

Dick smiled. "It's very hard to find a gift for the man who wants nothing. I thought…." Dick started, trailing off. His face reddened with embarrassment.

Jason smiled, charmed. "Thank you."

Dick sighed, running a nervous hand through his hair. "It's…well good thing it's not your only present."

Jason's eyes widened a bit and Dick laughed, a little giddy.

"Go downstairs."

Jason ran as fast as he could and Dick wrung his hands, clearly nervous. He found the remote for the security cameras and turned them on, watching as Jason descended in the elevator and came down into their version of the Bat Cave.

The young man looked around at first, confused. Then he froze, but his hands to his mouth and started to cry.

Dick never took his eyes off of Jason, remembering every minute.

Jason walked forward and stopped at a table where Dick usually worked, picking something up and looking at it. He turned and Dick could no longer see his face. The he ran, still holding his gift.

Dick took a deep breath and braced himself. It had been a last minute idea, something he'd been secretly working on some of the time Jason was out on patrol and other times when the younger man was asleep. He'd finished it the night before, just as he saw Jason walk inside the house.

He watched Jason run through the house, a huge smile on his face as he clutched his gift in his hands. Jason came into the kitchen and threw himself at Dick, kissing him soundlessly.

When Jason pulled back Dick saw he was wearing a mask very similar to the one Dick had given him, and in his hands was a costume.

It was blue and black, with a bird on the chest. Nearly identical to his old Nightwing costume with one noticeable difference. There was an R in the right corner.

"I love it," Jason whispered thickly, burying his face into Dick's shoulder.

Dick ran his hand through Jason's hair and kissed the top of his head. "I wanted to be a part of Robin too."

Jason looked up, tears in his eyes. "You are."

Dick smiled. "I was feeling a little differently."

Jason frowned. "Why?"

Dick was silent, looking at the costume in Jason's hands.

"Terry. You're jealous of Terry?"

"I never said that."

"You're so dumb."

Dick looked up and saw Jason glaring at him, pouting. "Terry and me are just partners. You…you made me Robin. I could never have done any of the stuff I've done without you Dick and that's the truth."

Dick sighed and reached out to him, pulling Jason in and hugging him close. "I know. I just…it's hard to feel so old."

Jason laughed. "But you are old."

Dick hit him on the butt and Jason laughed again. "Respect your elders, boy."

Jason pulled back a little and smiled at him. "I really do love it. It's perfect. Except…"

Dick frowned. "What?"

"I need a new bike now."

"Already taken care of. I repainted it last night."

Jason looked oddly awed. "When did you ever have time last night to do that?"

Dick kissed him and leaned in to whisper, "While you were asleep, exhausted, as I recall."

Jason closed his eyes. "I do remember that."

Dick took Jason's ear between his teeth and pulled, making him sigh. "Up for a repeat performance?"

"Well….it is my birthday."

Dick smiled and kissed him on the mouth, nearly swallowing Jason's tongue before pulling away. He touched their foreheads together and whispered, "Happy Birthday Jason."

Jason grinned. "Thanks….old man."