Roy swallowed and laughed nervously. "Funny. You don't even know me, Jason."

Jason pulled on his shirt and they were chest to chest. "So? You're one of Dick's friends. You're cute and you like me."

"Yeah, yeah I do."

Jason smiled. "So let's just have some fun. C'mon Speedy," he whispered, kissing Roy.

Roy barely had time to kiss Jason back and he groaned, pulling away.

"This is a really BAD idea, kid. I'm…." he pulled back and started for the door but Jason ran and blocked his way.

"No."

Roy's breath was coming in heavy gasps now and he swallowed. "Wait. I remember now," he said, "You're the prostitute. Right? You're pissed off and hurt so you want to have sex to clear your head? Go find your boyfriend."

He angrily pushed Jason out of the way and stomped out the door, leaving Jason to crumble on the floor.

Roy was halfway out the door when he heard the sobbing and stopped.

"Shit."

Roy pulled out his phone and dialed, "Pick up, pick up, c'mon!"

Dick Grayson's red-rimmed eyes greeted him. "Roy?"

"I'm in your house and your boy just threw himself at me, begging me to have sex with him. You're lucky we're friends because that was really hard to walk away from, really hard," he mumbled.

Dick looked pale and he whispered, "Is he okay?"

"Hear that?" Roy asked.

Dick swallowed his own sob. "Oh Jason, I'm so stupid."

"Yeah, ya are, Rob. But I'm not leaving the kid alone and you have about ten minutes before I go back up there and take him up on his offer. Bye."

He hung up the phone and threw open the liquor cabinet.

Terry McGinnis felt like the luckiest person in the world. He had Bruce Wayne sleeping beside him and there was no doubt that he wanted to be there.

Right?

He ran a hand over Bruce's chest, admiring.

"That tickles," Bruce whispered, turning over and kissing his neck.

Terry laughed. "Sorry."

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"They don't make pennies anymore."

"I remember."

Terry sighed and threw a hand over his face. "It's stupid."

"Tell me."

"You said that Dick was nothing more than a son to you, right? Are you sure? Because you might've thought that a long time ago but that could've just been…"

Bruce sighed and looked down at Terry. "Terry, I love YOU. Not Dick. If I have some romantic attraction to Dick it's purely physical. Nothing more."

Terry laughed. "Bruce, that's what I meant! You're attracted to him! I knew it!"

Bruce sighed. "I'm attracted to many people physically, but that means nothing."

"Nothing? Bruce you're still hot for him and you lied to me! And Dick! You should've seen his face and…why am I defending him? I," Terry grumbled and got out of bed, grabbing a pillow, "I'm sleeping next door. I don't want to deal with this tonight."

Bruce grabbed his arm and he sighed.

"Terry, there are many people you're attracted to."

Terry looked at him. "There used to be, but it's been a long time since I've looked," he pushed Bruce's arm off of him and said angrily, "Maybe I should start," before leaving the room.

He didn't notice Dick Grayson standing in the hallway behind him and didn't see the shocked look on Dick's face.

Dick couldn't even process what he'd just heard but the teenage boy inside of him was giddy with excitement while the man inside him just didn't know what to do.

He took a deep breath and took a step in Bruce's doorway and saw Bruce turned on his side, clearly not asleep.

"Bruce."

Bruce didn't move.

"Bruce, I know you're awake. I…heard."

Bruce sat up and glared at him. "It means nothing, Robin."

Dick took a step inside the room and swallowed. "It does. It shouldn't, I know. But it does to me."

"Dick, this is ludicrous. I'm not going to leave Terry and you're…"

Dick took another step and Bruce put up his hand. Dick smiled. "Scared, Batman?"

"No. I just don't see any reason for you to be in here. Because I'm not going to sleep with you, or even kiss you, with Terry right in the room next to us."

Dick sighed. "Does this mean you're gonna kiss me on patrol?"

Bruce put his hand over his face and laughed, his voice strained. "When did my life become so complicated?"

"When you invited attractive young men into your home," Dick said bluntly.

Bruce sighed. "Why didn't you stop me?"

"I was the first one, remember?"

Bruce looked at him and said calmly, "Please leave, Richard."

Richard.

Bruce never called him that; Dick couldn't even remember a time when he had. It was an order, not a request. Dick wanted to say no and fight when suddenly his eyes widened and he paled.

He'd completely forgotten.

"Jason."