It was one of those rare mornings where the whole family was sat together having breakfast. Jason, Bruce and Damian were sat at the kitchen table, Annie was sipping tea whilst leant against the counter and Tim was filling up his third mug of coffee from the coffee machine. When Dick came through the door, Jason raised his hands above his head.

'He has arisen!'

It had been three days since Batman and Nightwing had fought Derek Powers and Dick had been in bed sleeping since. Despite this, he looked too tired to deal with Jason's jokes. He was wearing pjs and an oversized hoodie. His hair was sticking out at an odd angle and there were shadows under his eyes.

'You look like you need this more than I do.' Said Tim, handing him a mug of coffee.

'Don't get him hooked on that stuff.' Said Annie.

Tim chuckled, 'Who do you think got me hooked in the first place.'

Annie rolled her eyes. 'Don't tell me you were a workaholic too.' The times since she had started living here that she had had to force Tim to stop working or found him asleep at his desk.

'No, I was an insomniac.' Said Dick, his voice husky. 'I had constant night terrors.'

'At least that's something you overcame.' Said Jason, he knew for a fact Dick had been sleeping since he came back to live in the manor.

'Funnily enough night terrors don't bother you as much when your waking life is more of a nightmare.' Dick sipped the coffee and relaxed into a chair.

'Well you're back on your feet, so I'm hoping your electrum is building again. Do you feel stronger?' asked Damian.

'It's getting better.' Said Dick, clicking his neck. 'Slowly.'

'You'd probably heal faster in hibernation.' Damian commented, shrugging when Dick glared at him.

'Do you feel up to coming out with me today?' asked Bruce.

'Where are we going?' asked Dick, looking at Bruce with tired eyes.

'It's a surprise.' He said. 'A good one.' He added when Dick looked suspicious.

'I'll go get ready.' He said, swallowing the rest of the coffee before standing up and slowly making his way to the door.

'We should all get going.' Said Tim, 'Annie, will you be alright on your own today?'

'She won't be on her own, I'm working from home today.' Said Jason.

Tim shrugged and he, Bruce and Damian stood and left.

'You've been working from home a lot recently.' Said Annie.

'I'm trying to centre my business around Gotham. It will be more stable for Dick if I don't have to travel as much.' Jason had given himself a few months to get his life back on track, letting the business run itself more or less. But now that he was picking up more caseloads again, he wanted to stay at home as much as possible.

'Besides,' he continued, 'Means I can keep an eye on you.'

'I'm fine Jason.' It was true, she had recovered almost completely after the shooting.

She began tidying up the things from the table, taking them to the sink. Jason helped her, and as he placed the plates on the counter, he accidently cornered her between his arms and the counter. She turned and bumped into him awkwardly.

'Sorry,' she whispered but he didn't move. They hadn't spent all that much time together before Dick had arrived. But since he had been under their care, they had often found themselves in each other's company and the more confident Dick became with the world, the more time they spent alone. Jason could honestly say he didn't know where he would be without this woman.

He took a chance, grasping her lips with his own. The risk was rewarded when she kissed him back. After a few moments they broke apart.

'What was that?' she said quietly.

'I've been wanting to do that for a while.' Jason admitted. 'Is that ok?'

She smiled and answered by kissing him again. It was an electric but terrifying moment. Both of them knew they weren't the sort of people to randomly go around kissing people for no reason. The fact they were both doing this meant something was going to come out of this at the end of the day.

They broke the kiss again.

'I think we need to talk.' Jason said, resting his forehead on hers.

'Probably a good idea.'

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By the time Bruce pulled into the parking lot of their destination, Dick seemed to have perked up a little, the coffee clearly doing its job. He parked the car and looked over at his young counterpart.

'What are we doing here?' asked Dick, looking over at the building in confusion.

'When each of the boys turned 18, I brought them here.' Said Bruce.

'To do what?' The building was expensive but plain, from the outside you could not tell what the company did.

'I have a friend here who custom designs motorcycles.'

Dick turned in his seat.

'Are you serious?' he asked excitedly. Since he had been cleared to drive again, he had been using the spare bike that he and Terry were building back up. It was alright, and it did the job, but he was a little short for it and it made handling the vehicle harder than it needed to be.

'You're parking permit came through while you were recovering.' Explained Bruce. 'I thought it was only right you had your own bike to get around on.'

Dick beamed. 'Oh my God, thank you Bruce.'

When they walked inside the building, Dick was bouncing like an excited kid at Christmas. The room they were brought to was bright and clean with pictures of vehicles all over the walls.

'Mr Wayne!' A man entered, he looked to be around the same age as Bruce, he was well dressed, and his hair had hints of grey running through it.

'Mr Barrow. Good to see you, thank you for seeing me.'

'Of course, I always have time for one of my favourite customers.' They shook hands and then Bruce reached his arm out to Dick.

'Dick, this man is John Barrow, he designs the bikes. John, this is my Grandson Dick.'

A sad expression flashed for a moment on John's face and Dick could guess he was momentarily thinking about Grayson and the fact he never had the chance to do this with Bruce. Little did he know.

'Of course, Jason's boy. Lovely to meet you.'

'Nice to meet you.' Said Dick, shaking the man's hand.

'Well we better get started, no time like the present.' He showed them to a studio, as Bruce passed him, he whispered his concern to the man.

'Are you sure he's old enough to drive?' The boy looked very young, his frame delicate.

'He's a lot older than he looks.' Said Bruce quietly, not bothering to whisper as he knew Dick could hear them. 'And frankly, he's one of the best drivers I've ever known.' He saw a small smile play on Dick's lips at this comment. They all stood around a large illuminated table in the centre of the room. The table was a computer surface and John brought up many pictures of bikes in all sizes and styles.

'Let's get started shall we.'

Four hours later, they had a motorcycle that was designed around Dick to the finest detail. Bruce could see that the younger was extremely happy with the finished result, but he could also see that his energy was fading. He was blinking more often, his posture a little more slumped and he was desperately trying to hide his yawns. He still wasn't completely recovered from his night out with Batman. By the time they were back in the car, Dick looked completely spent.

'Thank you for that Bruce.' He said tiredly.

'It was my pleasure Dick, I hated the fact that I was never able to spend a day doing this with you.'

Dick smiled at him and settled back in his seat. They drove the rest of the way home in silence and when Bruce pulled the car into the garage he looked to his side and saw Dick asleep beside him.

Damian was there to greet them, when Bruce got out of the car, he placed his finger to his lips and pointed into the car. Dami came around to Dick's side and quietly opened the door. He undid the seat belt and gently lifted his brother from the seat. Dick stirred a little, but Dami shushed him and told him to go back to sleep. The Talon complied, drifting back into sleep against Damian's chest.

As Damian walked up to Dick's room, carrying the boy with the greatest care, he couldn't help but think about a time when Dick had done the same thing to him. He lay the boy down on his bed and Dick curled over against the pillow, sighing in contentment. Damian covered him with the blanket.

'Sleep well Richard.'

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By the time Monday rolled back around, Dick was feeling a lot better and was determined to go back to school. Jason hadn't been willing to let him go back until Dick had managed to stay awake for an entire day. Finally, Dick felt more energised.

He rushed down the stairs, grabbing his lunch from the kitchen and jacket from by the door. Where the hell was his history book?

After a moment's thought he remembered where he had been doing his history homework before the Powers incident. He headed for the study, remembering exactly where it was.

When he pushed open the door Annie and Jason pulled away from each other, both of their faces red, their expression guilty. Dick stopped in his tracks.

'I uhhh…' he looked from one to the other. 'History book…' he muttered. 'I'm gonna go.' He turned away from them and closed the door, history book forgotten about. He had just walked in on Jason and Annie KISSING! How long had this been going on for? Why was this going on? And why did it make him suddenly feel panicked?

The door opened but he kept walking towards the garage.

'Dick?' Jason called after him. 'Dick come back.'

'I've got to get to school.' Dick said, his eyes focused on his destination.

'I'll drive you.'

'No, I'll take my bike.' He was thankful that the bike Bruce had brought for him had arrived a few days earlier. He entered into the garage and grabbed his helmet from the shelf. Jason followed him.

'Dick please, we need to talk about this.'

'I really need to get going, I'm going to be late.' He climbed onto the bike, still not looking in Jason's direction.

'Ok.' Jason relented. 'But we will talk about this when you get home.'

Dick revved the bike to life and drove off. Jason watched him disappear down the drive before he returned to the study where Annie was pacing.

'What have we done?' She said.

'It will be alright.' He said, closing the door quietly. 'I'll talk to him when he gets home.' He looked down at the book that was on the side table; Dick had forgotten his history book.

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'Nelson is in a particularly bad mood today.' Said Dana, sitting next to Terry on the wall outside of the school. 'I hope he doesn't start giving Dick a hard time again.'

'I wouldn't worry, I think he's still freaked out over what Dick did to him the last time they clashed.'

'Is Dick alright?' asked Dana, an expression of concern plastered on her face. 'He seems to be off sick a lot.'

Terry gave a one shouldered shrug. 'He's got a lot of problems.'

'But he's okay?'

'I think so.' As they spoke an unfamiliar bike pulled into the parking lot. Students looked over to the bike with curiosity, wondering who was driving the new vehicle. Dick parked the bike and unclipped his helmet.

'Somethings wrong.' Said Terry, seeing Dick's lost expression. He walked over to his friend. 'You good?'

'What?' asked Dick, he looked like he had been completely lost in thought.

'I said, are you good?'

Dick sighed apologetically. 'Yeh, I'm good.'

Terry could see he was lying, but he knew better than to push him. They walked back up to the school together, Dick still very quiet.

'Back again freak!'

They turned around to see Nelson and his friends standing a safe distance away from them. They still seemed fearful to come too close to Dick, but not scared enough to leave him be. Terry could understand, looking at Dick it was easy to forget just how strong he actually was.

'Do you think if I smashed his face in it would ruin my helmet.' Said Dick, turning away from the bully once again.

Terry frowned, Nelson wasn't the only one in a bad mood today.

'Did you get the memo about the sports morning?' Terry asked, trying to distract Dick from his aggression. The Talon gave him a confused look.

'I will take that as a no.' laughed Terry. 'It's ok, you can wear my winter gear, it will probably be better for you anyway.' He knew how affected Dick was by the cold.

'Thanks.' Said Dick.

'Did something happen?' Terry asked quietly.

'I don't want to talk about it.' Said Dick. So, something was wrong.

'Come on, let's go get changed.'

The whole morning was spent doing different sport activities in groups. The whole of their grade was split into four teams and had to compete against each other. Dick hadn't been pushing himself too hard, he didn't want to risk draining himself so soon after recovering. For the most part he stood quietly, his fingers playing with the sleeves of the long shirt Terry had lent him. Finally, they were reaching the end of the morning.

'Right, last race of the day will be a long-distance run. You will select one person from your team to compete. Whoever wins, their team will be excused from cleaning up.'

All of the students looked at each of the others in their team.

'Terry, you're probably the fastest.' Said a kid on their team. But Terry shook his head, there was one person he knew was faster than him.

'Dick, you're faster than me, you should do it.' He said.

Dick looked like he had only just realised what was going on.

'Are you serious?' he asked. Before anyone could answer there was a shout from the track.

'Come on losers, hurry it up!'

They looked down to the track to see Nelson and two of his crew. Dick narrowed his eyes and began walking down to the track.

'Come on, Todd!' His class mates yelled after him.

Dick joined the others on the track and took his place. From the corner of his eye he could see their coach looking at him with a curious expression. Dick wasn't a student he had ever really come across and as he stood between the three tall, well-built jocks he looked very small.

'You have three laps. Remember you are competing for your team to get out of here early. On your marks, get set…' He shot off the starting pistol and they began running. Dick could feel his adrenaline rising but he didn't let it affect his electrum, he could win this race fair and square. After the first lap he was ahead of Nelson's friends and was just a little in front of Nelson himself. Suddenly, when they were on the farthest point away from the coach, Nelson threw his leg out into Dick's lane. With his mind partly focusing on keeping himself in check, Dick failed to dodge and fell. His shoulder hit the ground hard and he rolled. Pain shot through his body and his lip as he accidently bit down on it. He tasted blood and felt it drip down his chin. Nelson's friends passed him, they looked slightly freaked by what Nelson had just done but they did not stop to help him.

Dick growled, he really hated this kid. If he wanted to play dirty, then he would play dirty too. He felt the rush of electrum flow to his muscles and he picked himself off the ground and started running again.

Terry had been on his feet the second he saw Dick fall. Something had happened, he knew Dick wouldn't just trip over nothing.

'Aw man, we should have sent McGinnis.' Said one of his team mates.

'Don't be so sure.' Said Max, nodding back to the race. Dick was already catching them up.

'Wo! This kid is insane!'

Terry frowned, Dick was using electrum. He had used the second lap to catch them all up and on the last lap he was neck and neck with Nelson again.

Nelson looked to his side and caught Dick's eye. Dick smirked before pushing forward and over taking him, moments later crossing the finish line.

Dick saw Nelson kick the ground and growl in irritation as Dick's team erupted in cheers, running down to him. It was only when someone slapped him on the back that he realised he'd dislocated his shoulder when he fell.

'I have to say Todd, that was impressive.' Said the coach, 'Ever thought of trying out for the track team?'

'I'm not really a team player.' Said Dick, tenderly trying to roll his shoulder back into place, but it wouldn't budge. 'Excuse me.'

He pushed through the team and headed for the locker rooms. He worked out he had a few minutes before the rest of the team came to get changed.

'Are you crazy?' Terry followed him in. 'What happened to not using your electrum?'

'I wasn't about to let Nelson win.' Said Dick, wincing as he tried to take his top off.

'What have you done?'

'Dislocated my shoulder.' The cut on his lip had healed but his electrum had been busy making him faster, leaving his shoulder out of place.

'Come here.' Terry helped him remove the shirt, the kids' shoulder was indeed out of place. 'Do you need help?'

'No, I got it.'

It was at that moment the rest of the team decided to make an entrance, along with Nelson looking murderous. He looked like he was about to say something when he stopped and looked Dick up and down.

Terry knew what they were seeing. Generally, Dick looked like a scrawny, short kid. But under his loose shirts and hoodies his muscles were defined, his abs hard and chiselled. He looked intimidating, even whilst cradling his injured shoulder.

'Oh my God Todd, are you ok?' said one of the guys, eyeing up the wound. 'We should get coach to have a look at that.'

'It's not a problem.' Said Dick, placing his arm across his chest and using his other arm to push on his elbow. With an audible popping sound, his shoulder fell back into place.

'Dude that is nasty.' Someone said.

'Are you kidding, that's bad ass.' Said another.

Nelson was looking unsure of himself, he finally turned back and headed out of the locker room.

Dick smirked and turned back to his locker.

'Where did you get that scar?' Terry was standing right behind him, shielding him from the view of the others. Dick was thankful, he had honestly forgotten the scar was even there, it had been so long since it had healed.

'It's the reason I ran away.' Dick said quietly. 'You're lucky you've never had to face the Joker.' He pulled his shirt on, hiding the small but angry scar on his back from where the Joker had shot him when he was 15. The mission that had almost killed him and had broken his and Bruce's relationship.

Dick thought back to that time and how he had felt like he had lost Bruce's love. Then he thought back to what he had seen this morning. Was that what this feeling was? Was he scared of losing Jason's love?

He quietly thought about this as he got dressed and remained lost in thought all the way to his next class. It wasn't until he was walking through the door to his history class that he realised he had left in such a hurry that he hadn't picked up his text book.

'Mr Todd.' Dick looked over to Miss Isles, his teacher for American History. 'Your father dropped this off for you.' She passed him his history textbook. Dick looked at the book in his hands, more feelings swelling up in his chest. Suddenly the thought of going home to speak to Jason was the last thing he wanted to do – he was so confused.

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At the end of the day, Dick walked slowly with the others to the parking lot. As they headed out of the school, Chelsea, one of Dana's friends came over to them. She was blonde, skinny and Nelson's girlfriend.

'Nelson is a jerk.' She said, hands on her hips.

'It's taken you this long to work that out?' said Dana.

'No, but he is being a real jerk today. I think he's all wound up over Dick beating him at that stupid race.'

She sighed dramatically. 'Anyway, we had a massive fight and I am no longer talking to him. Can I catch a lift home with you?'

Dana looked at her apologetically. 'Sorry Chels, I'm going with Terry to the movies.'

A look of woe crossed over Chelsea's face as she realised she would have to apologies to Nash if she wanted to get home.

'I'll take you home.' Said Dick.

Chelsea looked surprised, she'd never really spent time alone with the new kid, he was always just around with Terry.

'Are you sure?' she asked.

'Yeh, as long as you don't mind riding on the back of a cycle.' He lifted his helmet as evidence that was what he was driving. 'I don't have any hurry to get home.'

'Thanks, that would be great.'

He threw her his helmet which she caught with both her hands. 'What about you?'

'I'll be fine.' He said his good byes to the others and headed down towards his bike.

'Hang on tight Chels.' Terry called after them.

Dick swung his leg over his bike and felt Chelsea settle behind him, she wrapped her arms around him tightly. He started the bike and gently made his way onto the road. While they were waiting at the first red light, a familiar truck pulled up beside them.

'Hey Chels, didn't realise you were into losers.' Nelson called from his car. Dick felt Chelsea's grip tighten.

'Hang on.' Dick said, revving the engine. As soon as the lights turned green, he launched forward, swerving the bike in front of Nelson's truck and racing ahead of him with practised ease. He flew through the city towards the address Chelsea had given him, eventually pulling off the main streets and onto a private road much like the one Wayne Manor resided in. He came to a stop outside the gate.

'Thanks for the ride.' Said Chelsea, getting off the bike and handing him his helmet.

'No problem.' Said Dick.

She regarded him for a moment then said; 'So why don't you want to go home?'

Dick looked at her, she played dumb when she was around the jocks, but she was surprisingly perceptive.

'My dad wants to talk.' Dick admitted. 'He's got a new girlfriend.'

'Oh, and you don't like her?'

'No, I like her. She's someone whose been in my life for a while now. I just don't know how I feel about them being together.'

'I can understand that.' Said Chelsea.

'You can?' said Dick, because he really didn't understand how he was feeling right now.

'Yeh, I mean I feel weird whenever my dad gets a new girlfriend.'

Dick suddenly realised he had probably chosen the right person to talk to about this.

'Do you think they will stay together?'

'I don't know.' Said Dick. 'I hope so.' If they didn't it would be very awkward.

'But your worried he won't have time for you?'

Dick looked at her sharply. Was that it? Yes, yes it was! If Jason and Annie got together then there was a chance, they could have a family, a real family. And where would that leave him?

His forlorn expression confirmed her theory. 'You just have to change the way you look at it.' She said.

'What do you mean?'

'Well, think of it like this. Your dad clearly loves you. I mean he brought your history book all the way to school this morning.'

He nodded at her, that was true. And there were other things Jason had done for him that he would never be able to explain to Chelsea.

'And you like the woman he's dating.' (He nodded again). 'Well then don't think of it like your being replaced. The way I see it you're kind of going to have both parents again.' She smiled at him, obviously knowing the story they had spun about his mom.

'And from what I hear your family is pretty close, you live with your uncles and your Grandfather? So, you're never alone. And you have some great friends.' She smiled. 'Terry is a great guy and from what Dana says he thinks the world of you.'

Dick's eyes widened, he didn't realise Terry thought so highly of him.

'I don't know what happened to you in the past Dick, I'm guessing it wasn't all sunshine and roses. But your life is pretty great right now, don't lose sight of that.'

'Thanks, Chels.'

She waved at him, turning towards the gate. 'I'll see you tomorrow.'

As Dick drove home, he thought about what she had said. His life was pretty great. Despite everything that had happened to him, he had a home, a family, friends. And the two people who were the closest thing he had to parents were in love. It was actually pretty perfect.

He parked his bike in the garage and pretty much walked into Jason the second he entered the house.

'Dick, why are you so late?'

'I dropped off one of the girls from school, she had a fight with her boyfriend and needed a ride.' He explained.

Jason nodded in understanding, then looked awkward.

'Listen, about this morning…'

'You don't need to explain.' Dick cut in. 'Just tell me. Do you love her?'

Jason nodded. 'Yeh, I do.'

Dick smiled. 'Then I'm happy for you. Both of you.'

Jason let out a funny laugh in relief. 'It's never going to be picket white fences or anything, but I hope we're doing alright, filling their shoes.' It was the first time anyone had really mentioned John and Mary Grayson, they had been left in the past along with Dick Grayson.

'You're great dad.' Dick said, 'I'm happy.'

Jason could see that he meant it. Dick really did look content.

They parted ways and Jason headed for the kitchen for coffee, he had been a nervous wreck all day and hadn't got any work done, he would be working into the night to catch back up.

Bruce was in the kitchen, reading the news on a tablet. Jason nodded to him as he made his coffee. He took a grateful sip of the caffeine.

'So,' said Bruce. 'How long have you and Annie been sleeping together?'

Jason choked on the coffee, giving his adopted father a look of disbelief.

'How did you…?'

'I may not where the suit anymore.' He said going back to his tablet. 'But I'm still Batman.'

A/N: Ahhh quickly get this up before my laptop dies! I hope you enjoy this chapter, its a little longer than usual, so enjoy. Pleaser review! Karin x