I fixed all the grammer errors in the last chapter. XD Sorry about that. XD Thanks for informing me, Chaseha-Wing. :) I really appriciate it, I don't know what happened. XD But thank you so much.

This is a shorter chapter, but I hope you all like it anyway. 3

It had been three days since Dick woke up, and by then he was deemed healthy enough to return home. That morning, Jason had brought him some of his clothes from their home so he would have something to change into before they left the hospital. They had found a single stall bathroom on the floor that Dick was staying on, and he was given permission by the nurses to use it.

"You sure you're not going to need any help in there?" Jason asked, worried that Dick would hurt himself or fall while trying to dress himself.

"I'll call for you if I need any help." Dick promised, and took the clothes in his arms. He limped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Dick had not seen himself since the accident, and he could not believe what he saw in the mirror was really him. There was no way. His skin was pale, and he was unshaven. He did not look like himself.

He set the clothes down and noticed their was a can of shaving cream, and a razor, folded into the clothes. After he shaved, he began to strip his clothes off and his eyes timidly flickered toward the mirror. At the sight of himself, he muttered quietly, "This cannot be me..." he gripped the sides of the sink and stared down into it, desperately trying not to cry.

Dick was not a vain person, but he was proud of his looks. Not only that, but he had never seen himself in that condition before. A long scar ran down the middle of his of chest, and two new bullet scars were added to his collection. However, that was not what bothered Dick the most – it was that he could see his ribs, his clavicles, and his hip bones jutting out of his skin. He did not want Jason to see him like that. He felt embarrassed, and he felt even worse that when he realized that his clothes did not fit.

With a heaving sigh he exited the bathroom, and revealed, "They don't fit."

"I can tell." Jason eyed the somewhat baggy fitting clothes that Dick was wearing. He could see the pout on Dick's face, and tried to make him feel better, "But you still look good to me." He wrapped an arm around Dick's lower back, and leaned down for a kiss. "I'll go give Tim a call, and see if he has any clothes that you'd fit into." Jason handed Dick his crutch and walked with him down the hall to his room.

About an hour after calling Tim, he arrived, holding a backpack full of clothes and set it on the hospital bed, "I think these might fit you better than your own."

Jason let out a laugh, "You're going to have to wear Tim's clothes." he teased.

"Shut up." Dick playfully punched Jason in the arm, and then turned his attention back to his younger brother, "I'll give them back, I promise."

"You better, not because I need them back, but because I too see you be healthy again." Tim admitted, with a smile. He unzipped the bag, and Dick studied his fingers, noticing a ring he had never seen before.

"Timmy?" Dick reached forward and grabbed Red Robin's hand. "OH MY GOD ARE YOU ENGAGED?"

Tim stared at Dick, eyes wide and cheeks flushed red. He glanced down down at his hand, and then back up into Dick's eyes, "Yeah, um... he asked me a few hours before I ran into you and Jason on your a date a few months ago." he explained. "We were not able to get rings till the day after you winded up here, and so no one knew for a long time."

"Timmmmmy!" Dick wrapped his arms around Tim and embraced him. "Oh congratulations! I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks," Tim smiled, hugging Dick back. His eyes shifted up to Jason. "Maybe one day I'll be telling you the same thing."

"Bullshit, Tim." Jason tried to hold back his blush, but he knew it was not working because he could see the Dick smiling.

Tim backed away from Dick, and Jason gave him a dirty look.

Dick thought nothing of the silent argument, he figured it was Jason being himself. "Come here," Dick urged Jason, he grabbed his lover by the collar of his shirt and pressed him into a kiss.

Tim complained, "Don't you two ever stop?" he rolled his eyes. "Self control, we are in a hospital."

"Like that matters." Jason argued.

A nurse walked into the room, "Are you ready to go home, Mr. Grayson?"

"Of course."Dick slid over to edge of the bed, and put most of his weight on his good leg as he stood up. Jason caught him, and helped him steady himself. Dick could walk, with or without a crutch but he still had a lot a pain.

That night, Dick watched as Jason changed clothes into a Nightwing uniform.

To Dick, it was amusing, "I can't believe Bruce convinced you to wear that." he was sitting at the edge of the bed, smiling.

"It's only a few hours a night." Jason sat down beside Dick to put his boots on. "He said he only needed me to do it for sightings and shit like that. I'm not really supposed to fight out there, but when I do see something go down I have call him." he informed the rules Bruce placed him under.

"You look really good in it." Dick complemented.

"No, I look silly." Jason told him, shaking his head. "You look good in it."

"Do you think I'd ever be able to wear it again?" Dick inquired, he bit down on his bottom lip nervously.

"Of course." Jason pecked Dick on the cheek. "Bruce is calling the best physical therapist he knows, and you'll be out there again."

Dick's smiled faltered, and looked away from Jason. He looked at his thigh, "But what if -"

"No what if." Jason admonished, patiently. "You'll go back out there, and I'll...uh..."

"I think you should go back too." Dick suggested.

"No." Jason replied, and stood up off the bed. "We'll talk about this later, I need to go."

"Yeah." Dick sighed, and returned he gaze to Jason. "Be careful, please."

"I will."

Dick was sleeping when Jason returned. He was curled up on his side, with a book in one hand. Jason slipped out of the uniform and stretched himself out next to Dick. The mattress shifted slightly, but it moved enough that Dick woke up, "You want me to get you something to eat?"

"No, if I wanted something to eat I could have gotten something myself." Jason turned his head to look at Dick. "What about you? Do you need some painkillers?"

"Nope, I'm good," Dick pushed himself up with his arms and with his right one he reached out toward Jason.

Jason smiled, he grabbed Dick around the waist, and gently pulled him closer. "I miss holding you."

Dick buried his face into Jason's neck, and began to kiss it. He bit down on the skin, making Jason moan. Jason smelled like sweat, and the scent of cigarettes had stained his skin. Jason pushed Dick down on his back, and tried to touch him under his shirt but the acrobat stopped him.

"No." Dick used one had to help himself sit up, and the other to yank his shirt back down.

"No?" Jason repeated, tilted his head to the side. He was unsure if he heard correctly.

Saying nothing in return, Dick shielded himself with his good leg by bringing it up to his chest, and looking down at the bed sheets.

At first Jason felt hurt, he did not know how to respond. He did not what to yell at Dick, because he knew there had to be a reason for his reaction.

Did Dick not trust him anymore?

"What do you mean, no?" Jason questioned, needing an answer. His voice was tight, and his chest felt heavy. Sweat began to build on the palms of his hands as every answer to that statement stumbled through his mind.

Again, Dick did not say anything. He tightened his grip on the shirt that belonged to Tim, a shirt that yet still fit him a little too big. Then Jason realized why, it was because Dick was embarrassed.

Dick did not want Jason to see him without a shirt on. When he saw himself in the mirror for the first time, he wanted to faint. He could see his ribs, and he thought he looked horrible. He did not want Jason to see him like that.

"So, you've lost some weight." Jason shrugged. "It can't be that bad."

"I can see my bones." Dick unveiled, in a small voice.

Jason leaned forward, and cupped Dick's hair behind his ear, "I'm not going to force you to do something you don't feel comfortable doing. I still think you're beautiful, and I love you." Dick shifted his eyesight back toward Jason and smiled weakly, "Thank you.

"Now since I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep." Jason laid back down on the bed. "Are you going to sit there and worry about your physical appearance or are you going to lay with me?"

Dick laid down beside Jason, and wrapped his arms around him, "I love you too, Jay. And thank you for understanding."

"No problem."