A/N:

WARNING Chapter Contains: Explicit Sexual Content

Skip from Dick walking away from the dealer to the next break (where it starts with 'Dick finally reached a boiling point') if you don't wish to read.

~*~

As relieved as Dick was to have finally worked things out in his sex life, the rest of the repercussions from That Night weren't solved so easily.

He gritted his teeth as Tim once again talked around the point of a sexual assault case, as if hearing the straight facts would make Dick explode. And Tim was far from the only one — the whole family had been continuing to treat him differently, treading extra lightly around him.

They were somehow getting even worse about everything, and it was making him feel like he was really gonna lose it.

He didn't, though. He took deep breaths and counted to ten in his head before responding — if he even had to. He'd taken to just ignoring everyone for the most part. Just take it day by day, he told himself. Day by day.

~*~

"So," Stephanie said, plopping herself down on Tim's sofa next to his feet. "Let's talk about Tarantula."

Tim shut the laptop resting on his stomach, and let his head fall back against the armrest. "Too much is speculation; I don't like it. Sure, I found out all sorts of non-relevant things, but cold hard facts about stuff to do with Dick? There isn't a lot that's useful."

"Well tell me what you have, and we'll work from there."

Tim heaved out a sigh, and dragged a hand over his face. "Alright. Catalina was Blüdhaven-based — grew up there before she went into the FBI — took up vigilantism as the second Tarantula not too terribly long after quitting and coming back to the city. She was like Hood, no problem killing, blah blah, you know this. Dick as Nightwing got her arrested for killing the corrupt Chief of Police, she got let off (thanks to her brother who was the Assistant D.A.), and then she ganged up with Blockbuster against Nightwing as revenge."

He took a deep breath before continuing. "Then Babs and Dick split and Babs was all jealous over her... Admittedly I don't know too much about that situation, but whatever, she was definitely a part of it even if she wasn't the whole reason. Babs said that Tarantula kissed Dick at some point and she got pretty pissy over it, but she didn't tell me what she said. Didn't really sound like Dick had control over it either."

"Yikes," Staphanie said.

"I know, right? So then at some point after Blockbuster tried to have someone blow Dick to bits with that bomb, at some point she decided to team up with Nightwing. This was when Blockbuster was really going in targeting everyone around Dick, and he knew his secret identity and...yeah, that whole mess.

"So I guess Catalina gave up on her revenge for the murder charge? Who knows. Maybe Babs and Dick breaking up was part of her plan."

Stephanie raised an eyebrow.

"Think about it, maybe Catalina was getting between them on purpose and trying to, uhh, win Dick's affections for herself." Get into his pants, more like, but maybe he shouldn't say that. "I mean, she did kiss him in front of Babs." He paused. "He really attracts the morally grey ones, doesn't he? I think Babs is like the only one not..." he trailed off. "Anyway, back on topic: (but see this is what I mean about a bunch of shit being all speculation, though), but anyway, Catalina teamed up with 'Wing against Blockbuster.

"They got a taped confession from him — this was all in Dick's case files — and somehow this confession got destroyed? All it said was 'recording was destroyed'. Don't know how, or why the hell he didn't make a copy, but whatever. Then—"

He cut off when there was a knock at the door.

"Did you order food?" Stephanie asked.

"No..."

He put his closed laptop on the coffee table and heaved himself up to standing, walking to the door and peering through the peephole. "Huh. It's Damian," he said. He had no idea what the hell he was doing here.

"I know you're in there, Drake," Damian said through the door.

"He's not gonna go away if you ignore him, might as well let him in," Stephanie said.

Tim sighed, but unlocked the door and opened it. "Why are you here?" he asked, as Damian shoved past him into the flat.

"Oh good, Batgirl is already here. I know you two are working on The Case. I want in on whatever you dug up on Tarantula, and I want in with Oracle, Signal, and Black Bat on anything about The Woman. I know you're all in on it," he said assertively.

Tim blinked, and slowly shut the door. "Uhh." He looked over to Stephanie, who just shrugged, as if to say 'why not?'.

Damian crossed his arms.

"Okay, I guess. I was most of the way through, but I guess I'll start over. Sorry Steph."

She shrugged again.

Tim sat back down on the sofa, and started again from the beginning as Damian settled into the armchair.

"So yeah, that's basically where I was at when you barged in. After the recording was destroyed, Nightwing and Tarantula faced off with Blockbuster, and she shot and killed him. Now this is the closest thing I have to evidence (and even this is a stretch because I just don't know enough), but in Dick's case file, he wrote 'my fault' after he said Blockbuster was dead. Obviously that's not an especially distinctive phrase, and Dick has a guilt complex miles wide, but I thought that's what I heard him saying when Jay was trying to get him to wake up. It may be nothing, but it's literally all we have to go on."

"You really weren't kidding when you said everything relevant is complete speculation," Stephanie said, looking deep in thought. "So you think it happened after that? Or maybe right before? And maybe that's why he ended up not stopping her from shooting him?"

"I have no idea. I just think it's certainly a possibility. One of many. Or it could be completely irrelevant and it happened at a whole other time. Actually, we don't know for sure if it was even an isolated incident — he just said 'Tarantula' when Jay asked — that could mean anything." He frowned. "And he did imply Babs broke up with him because of it, so maybe it happened before they broke up. Babs said she didn't know about it if anything like that happened while they were together, and that it definitely wasn't why they broke up. She wouldn't have necessarily known though."

"Hmm," Damian said. "So what happened after Tarantula killed Blockbuster?"

"The next thing I found involving her was her facing off against Copperhead, and Nightwing saving her ass, which makes me think that maybe nothing did happen yet, but then again, it's Dick so he might've gone out of his way to save her anyway. Then a little while after that was when Bruce got involved because Dick was apparently getting ready to sign a marriage license with her, which, as me and the others discussed That Night, also doesn't necessarily mean nothing had happened yet. But again," he said frustratedly, "there's really no way to know and everything is fucking speculation."

Stephanie let her head fall back against the back of the couch and sighed. "So we really have basically nothing."

"Basically," Tim agreed. "The only other thing relating to Nightwing after that was Dick turning them both in for killing Blockbuster, which she got locked up for. And that's it."

"Great," Damian said. "So we're literally no further than before. What about The Woman? What did you find regarding her?"

"That I was going to wait until I could talk to everybody about. Not that there's a whole lot to say."

Damain huffed. "Well get everybody over here then."

Tim rolled his eyes, but reached for his mobile.

~*~

They ended up all meeting at Barbara's place.

"So, like I said before," Tim said, "The Woman's name is Irene O'Leary, and she lives about five minutes from Gotham General. Her only living relation is her father, Ephram Davies — looks like she has her deceased mother's last name. She teaches self-defense classes at a studio downtown, which explains why she even bothered fighting Dick.

"Onto the actually relevant stuff: she was dating Matthew Scribner, an ER nurse at the hospital, for just over two years. They split recently and she's pissed about it, not very subtle on her Facebook and Twitter that she hates him now. Classic 'if I can't have you, then nobody can' idea.

"The question now is what do we do about her? Unless we catch her going after Scribner again, we can't exactly get the cops to arrest her."

"Hm," Barbara said. "The obvious thing to do would be to keep an eye on Scribner and wait until she tries again, but there's always the possibility that maybe she won't try again, and what do we do in that case? How long do we give it before deciding she's not going to try again?"

"I vote we threaten her," Stephanie said.

Cass tilted her head, considering the pros and cons of the idea.

"So do I," Damian agreed. "But that's not enough. She needs to be brought to justice."

"How about we take turns watching over Scribner, and if she doesn't do anything in two weeks, we reconvene and decide what to do from there?" Duke said.

Stephanie sat back, crossing her arms. "Fine. But I still vote we threaten her in the meantime."

~*~

Dick had finally found a good lead on the main distributor of the new street drug — called 'Sifra' — making its way through Blüdhaven. The downside was that he had to go undercover and try to "accidentally" bump into one of his dealers at a certain club well known for its lax rules on public indecency.

Upon research, he'd found that the drug was named after the fairy city of gold; and Dick thought the creator must either be a massive folklore nerd, or someone who fancied themselves a friend of the fae. In any case, it was an appropriate name for a drug that purportedly made the user look on everything with new, awed eyes — as if every person and broken bottle and cigarette butt they stumbled across was made of gold.

It was especially popular in the club called The Dragon's Lair, because apparently taking a pill and grabbing the first stranger that caught your over-awed eyes led to the most mind-blowingly spectacular sex one could imagine. And with The Lair being the only club around that allowed the patrons to indiscriminately fuck each other against the wall, it was a natural fit. Dick would just take their word on it really being that spectacular — maybe as a fantasy it sounded hot, but the idea of actually having sex while high, especially with a random stranger, freaked him the hell out. It would be putting oneself in such a horribly vulnerable position and...no, just no.

Dick really wasn't looking forward to the crushing bodies and wandering hands he was going to have to deal with in the club, but he'd done it plenty of times for cases before, and he'd surely do it again.

He was going to have to pretend to take the Sifra too, or else he'd seem suspicious. That was where Jason came in, thankfully. He'd graciously offered to meet up with him and play the part of willing stranger after Dick pretended to take the pill.

Now Dick's task was just finding something appropriately revealing to wear, and for that he'd have to head to the Cave, because he didn't have nearly as much disguise material as Bruce did.

He was relieved to find the Cave empty when he arrived, and he set about looking through the disguise lockers without worry of judgemental eyes.

He found a pair of tight leather pants and a mesh crop top easily enough, and then — by far his favorite contribution to the outfit — a pair of amazingly eye-watering platform boots. They were bright white with a zipper up the front and two cuffs that secured across the zipper, and then the real draw: four inch platforms entirely covered in tiny mirrored squares like a disco ball.

Once he'd gotten everything on, Dick started working on applying body glitter. Truthfully, he kind of liked wearing body glitter and he thought it was a shame that it wasn't more socially acceptable for skin to be shimmery and iridescent at all times.

He waved his free hand in the air to dry his glittery black nail varnish as he applied eyeliner and lip gloss, and he was working on the final touch of teasing his hair when he heard distant chattering voices. He turned around to see Tim and Duke making their way across the Cave, deep in conversation.

Tim spotted him first, and his eyes widened comically.

"Undercover," Dick explained, unnecessarily, turning back to the mirror. Duh. Of course he was dressed like this for going undercover.

He saw Tim and Duke exchange a look in the background of his reflection.

"You...sure that's a good idea?" Duke asked hesitantly.

Dick narrowed his eyes and backcombed his hair with more force than really necessary as he bit his tongue against the 'Fuck you' that wanted to come out. "I've been going undercover in clubs for over a decade. Why wouldn't it be a good idea?"

He knew exactly why they thought it wasn't a good idea, but he was bitter about it and tired of their stupid pity, and he wanted to make them say it.

"Just...you know," Tim said, making a vague gesture.

"I don't know, actually," he said, slapping the comb down onto the side of the sink and turning back to them, crossing his arms. "Please, enlighten me."

They were saved from answering by Bruce coming out of the elevator. He took one look at Dick and immediately headed toward them. "Absolutely not."

Dick's eyebrows shot up. "Excuse me?"

"Absolutely not," Bruce repeated, unrepentant. "Whatever case this is for, someone else can take it. I'll take it."

"No you will not," Dick said, affronted. "I'm almost thirty fucking years old — you don't get to tell me what cases I can and cannot do! It's a Blüdhaven case anyway, and I'm more than capable of handling it."

"Dick, you really shouldn't be—"

"I can do whatever I damn well please, thanks." Dick snapped, and then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose (an annoying habit which he knew he'd picked up from Bruce), softening his tone. Bruce was just worried about him, he knew, and it came out as controlling because he was Bruce, but he did care. It was still obnoxious though. "Jay is meeting me there, I'm not going in alone."

"Stay on the comms at least," Bruce pleaded.

"No Bruce, I'm going to be in a club, you wouldn't be able to hear anything anyway." He looked up at the three of them — four now, he realized. Cass had come in at some point. "I'm keeping the comm off, but I'll wear it for the panic button," he relented.

Bruce nodded. "Thank you."

Cassandra signed, "Be careful!" at him, and Dick tried to take that in the spirit it was meant rather than getting upset.

~*~

The air in the club was hazy, and Dick could feel the bass thumping in his bones as he blindly danced against random people, slowly making his way toward the back hallway where he knew the dealer would be. He'd spotted Jason already nursing a drink at the bar, ready to follow him over when the time came.

A hand felt up his ass, and somebody else — a young woman who was now grinding against the side of his thigh — trailed a hand over his chest. He bit his tongue and stuffed down his automatic urge to slap the wandering hands away, continuing to move forward through the sweaty crush of bodies. God he really hated clubs sometimes.

There was hardly any respite before a new pair of hands caught at his hips from behind and someone ground forward against his ass for a moment before he managed to pull himself away, swaying his hips toward another faceless body. He was almost to the back hallway now.

The pulsing lights roved through the crowd, and suddenly all the writhing bodies around him were lit up green, little bright pinpricks of light reflecting off of the glitter on their skin.

He slid his way past a large man covered in leather straps. Almost there. He was immediately pushed uncomfortably close against another body, the full length of them pressing against him, slick with sweat and gritty with glitter. Just a few feet more and then he would be out of reach of the awful crush—

A hand grabbed his chin, and suddenly he found himself staring into the face of the tall, purple-haired woman he was pressed against, who pulled his face down and sealed their lips together before he could back away. His stomach plummeted painfully, but he tried his best to take it good-naturedly, managing to make himself give her a grin and a wink before sidling away. His hand twitched with the impulse to wipe his mouth.

He really wanted this stupid case to be over already.

"Hey pretty boy, you looking to score something?" a man leaning half in the shadows asked, when Dick finally broke free of the crowd, looking around conspicuously.

Dick forced a winning smile onto his face. "Hey there," he said in a flirty voice. "You gotta know I'm here for the Sifra — who isn't?"

The dealer winked at him. "It's a real hit. Best sex I've ever had."

"I know right? How much for two?"

"Ten for you, sweetcheeks. Free if you wanna ride out the high with me."

Ugh, what a sleazebag.

Dick threw his head back and laughed as if delighted by the attention, laying a hand on the man's arm. "Wouldn't want to distract you from work."

He fished out a couple of bills from his pocket, and the man gave him a small baggie with two white pills in it.

Dick raked his eyes obviously over the man's body. "You are a cutie though. Any chance I can find you somewhere else? If I wanted to take you up on that offer some other time somewhere more...quiet?"

The man grinned and pulled out a sharpie, scrawling an address on Dick's arm. "Ask for Teddy and nobody should give you any trouble."

Dick beamed and kissed him on the corner of the mouth. "Thanks babe, I'll definitely be seeing you."

He turned and started walking away, suppressing a shudder; he felt like he needed a shower now, but at least he had another lead. He opened the baggie, pretending to pop one of the pills, before stuffing it in his back pocket.

Dick spotted Jason dancing at the edge of the crowd a few feet away, and he headed toward the wall nearest him.

He leaned back against the wall and let his eyes go hazy for a long minute, before opening them wide and putting on his best awestruck expression. He could still feel the dealer's eyes on him, although it was probably from attraction rather than suspicion. Whatever the reason, he'd still have to give a good show.

Dick's arm shot out as Jason danced closer to him, and he pulled him close, right up against him.

He felt his body immediately relax once Jason was pressed to him, and he inhaled deeply, catching the familiar scent of gun oil and leather that clung to his skin under the light sheen of sweat. Finally, he was in safe hands.

"Hey handsome," he shouted over the pounding music, a genuine smile finally breaking over his face. One of his hands slid over Jason's bare chest, his thumb catching the edge of his makeup-covered autopsy scars. Familiar. Safe. Undeniably Jason.

Jason looked him over slowly. "Hey yourself. Nice touch," he said, popping the waistband of the bright Nightwing-blue lace panties peeking over the top of his low-slung leather pants. His eyes slid up again. "God, your hair — I gotta get my hands in that." His hand moved up to bury itself in Dick's messy, touchable curls. "You look so fucking hot, baby."

"Thanks." Dick fished the pill bag back out of his pocket and held it up. Jason grinned and took it, pretending to pop a pill, and shoving the bag back into Dick's back pocket. He left his hand there and squeezed Dick's ass, pulling their hips together and burying his other hand back in Dick's hair. He had cleverly angled his body so it looked like they were grinding, but he was only grinding against Dick's hip, not touching his cock, much to his relief.

Dick pulled his head forward by the back of the neck to talk in his ear. "Thanks Jay."

He was kind of digging the height on these boots — he was just a hair shorter than Jason in them and it was fun to have a slightly different vantage point.

"Anytime, baby. How we doing this?"

"Just gonna make out and grind against each other 'til we reach a spectacular finish." He rolled his hips, letting his eyes fall shut and his head fall back against the wall, faking bliss and opening his mouth in a silent moan.

"Got it," Jason said, before thrusting against his hip and starting to kiss down his throat.

Dick pulled Jason's mouth to his with an insistent hand, and then they were kissing fervently, dirty and open-mouthed, again and again. He slid his tongue deep against Jason's, pushing his thigh forward against his crotch and canting his hips. Jason groaned deeply, and he felt the reverberation in his mouth as their kisses deepened and slowed.

Jason pulled back for a second, panting, and Dick could see his lipgloss smeared messily over Jason's mouth. Hot. Dick pulled him back in with a hand clenched in his hair, tugging on it hard. Jason moaned again, and Dick felt him starting to harden against his hip.

He couldn't help the small laugh that came out of him, and he broke away again to shout in Jason's ear.

"Are you getting hard?"

"Of course I'm getting hard," he shouted back. "You look like sex on legs and you're kissing me like that."

Dick let out another blissful fake moan, and rubbed his thigh harder against Jason.

"Fuck babe." Jason kissed him again.

It didn't take too terribly long before Dick could tell Jason was getting close, and he decided to fake his own climax. He ground forward hard and threw his head back, eyes clenched shut and chest heaving, riding Jason's leg through it.

When Dick opened his eyes, Jason's pupils were blown wide, and Dick watched him unconsciously lick at his sticky, lipgloss-smeared lips as he leaned forward.

"Fuck you're gonna kill me. Gorgeous," he rasped in Dick's ear, his warm hand running up and down the side of Dick's bare waist.

Dick's mouth tilted up in a wicked grin, and he watched Jason from under his lashes as he reached down and popped the button on Jason's tight jeans, taking him in his hand. Jason's hips hitched forward as he jerked him off, fucking into his hand and grinding against it with his head tipped back in ecstasy. His blunt fingernails dug in where he gripped the back of Dick's neck and the curve of his waist, and his eyes were shut tightly, mouth open on pornographic sounds lost to the pounding music.

"Fuck, Dick." His slick lips shaped the words soundlessly.

Dick squeezed his hand and rubbed his thumb over the head, and Jason's hips stuttered. He pitched forward and latched onto Dick's neck, kissing and sucking, thrusting into Dick's hand and against his stomach, his hand spasming in its grip before smoothing down his throat, his shoulder, his chest.

And then Jason was coming, teeth sinking in against his skin, and a whine in the back of his throat.

Just as he did so, Dick saw the dealer disappearing out the back door from the corner of his eye.

"Jay, we gotta go. Dealer just left," he shouted in his ear, Jason's face still buried in the crook of his neck. Dick petted the back of his neck soothingly, tucking him back in and zipping him up one-handed. He looked down and quickly wiped the stripes of come off of both of their stomachs with his hand.

"Fuck. Okay," Jason groaned after a second, pulling back and standing up straight with effort, his eyes still glazed and his lips swollen. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it and wiped the back of his free hand over his mouth, letting Dick tug him along by the hand toward the exit.

Dick looked around for something to wipe his messy hand on, and noticed a few people who had clearly been enjoying their little show still watching them with hungry eyes. Dick licked his hand instead of wiping it off — more to watch their faces than anything else.

He didn't mind being watched like that as long as it was on his terms and Jason was the only one touching him. It was nice to feel sexy sometimes without feeling used and dirty. And in all honesty it was a little bit of a power trip to see the wanting in their eyes and know that that was all they were allowed, that there was no hope in hell of them getting to live out whatever fantasies he was starring in in their minds.

Jason groaned as he licked his hand. "You're gonna fucking kill me," he repeated.

Luckily, even with his head start, they managed to tail the dealer. Even luckier, he led them to the distributor, apparently picking up more pills to take back to the club.

Dick counted it as a very successful night. See? He'd handled the case just fine. The rest of the bats were just being overprotective.

~*~

Dick finally reached a boiling point that weekend and decided he just couldn't handle patrol or being on the comms with the rest of the family. Couldn't handle their awkwardness around him, and worse, their pity.

Jason stayed home from patrol with him, deciding they should have a night to themselves.

For a bit, Dick thought it was just what he'd needed. For a bit. And then it all went south.

He supposed it wasn't much of a surprise when he finally blew up at Jason too. It had been months since they'd had any sort of big fight, and with Dick already constantly on edge with how the whole family had been walking on eggshells around him...yeah. It wasn't much of a surprise.

He had put Jason's hand on his cock, and Jason had, of course, gone through his whole 'Are you sure?' and, 'Tell me and I'll stop if you don't like it anymore,' speech.

Dick had wrenched his hands off, and rolled away onto his back, fuming.

He had appreciated Jason always saying things like that at first, and on some level he still did, but he was just so goddamn tired of everyone treating him with kid gloves. They all acted like he was a fucking ticking time bomb who would go off at the slightest wrong move, and he was just sick of it.

"Jesus fucking christ, Jason! I know! Stop treating me like a scared fucking child!"

Jason started to respond, but Dick cut him off angrily.

"No. I'm a big boy, okay?" he spat. "I'm capable of fucking telling you if I don't like something instead of just laying there and letting it fucking happen like some weak little bitch." Oh, and there was the self-loathing. He pushed himself up out of the bed.

"Dick," Jason said softly, but Dick was already storming out of the room, slamming the bathroom door behind him.

He angrily turned on the water. Shower. He would take a shower and calm down. A perfectly fine middle-of-the-night activity. He didn't have to think about this.

He ignored the way his hands shook as he tried to adjust the temperature to something that wouldn't immediately send his body into cardiac arrest from shock, and he focused on trying to regulate his breathing.

Twenty minutes later, Dick stood in the hallway in front of the open linen closet, carefully drying himself off with a towel.

He quietly went back into the room, which was now dark, tossing the towel vaguely at the hamper and picking up his sleep shirt and boxers from the floor, slipping them back on.

Jason was all the way on the far side of the bed, leaving a couple feet of space for Dick. He was laying on his side, facing the door, and his eyes were closed, but Dick could tell he was still wide awake.

Dick sighed, crawling under the covers, and turning away from him.

They laid there in silence for several long, heavy minutes, and Dick started to feel his frustration mount again as Jason stayed exactly where he was, still clearly just as awake as Dick.

"God, just touch me," Dick burst out, reaching back to grab Jason's hand, and pulling it over his stomach. And, oh, he hated how his voice shook. He hated even more how he felt his tears finally spill over.

Fuck, it made him feel like such a crybaby, but he'd always been a frustrated crier, and no amount of resentment toward it was gonna stop that now.

"Just touch me like you actually want to."

"Baby," Jason sighed. He scooted closer until he was up against Dick, spooning him, and he traced his fingers over his collarbones.

"Of course I wanna touch you. God, you're so gorgeous — you drive me crazy, Dickiebird," he murmured.

Shit. He hadn't meant to make Dick feel unwanted. The idea that Jason could ever not want him was so far out of the realm of Jason's possibility it was almost laughable. Almost. "But I want you to be comfortable. I just wanna make sure you feel safe, okay?"

Jason kissed the back of his neck gently before continuing. "I love you so much, and the thought of hurting you just breaks my fucking heart. I just wanna make sure I never do that. I don't check in 'cause I think you're weak, baby — I'd never think that — I just know it can be hard to say something sometimes. I know bodies don't always cooperate, and sometimes you can't make them do what you want, and I just wanted to make sure you could say something if you needed."

Dick swallowed hard. "Okay." He took a deep breath. "I just...everyone is treating me like glass, and it's just hard, okay? I'm tired, and I'm not really okay, but this makes me feel like a child, like I'm not really in control of anything."

Jason kissed his neck again. "Okay baby."

He swiped his thumb under each of Dick's eyes, brushing away the tears, before returning his hand to his chest.

"I can't do much about everybody else, but how about I just let you put my hands where you want them? And if I do something you don't like, I'll trust you to let me know. Can you just promise me that you'll find a way to tell me? Or push me away?"

Dick nodded. "Okay. I promise." He placed his hand over Jason's, intertwining their fingers.

Jason shifted even closer against him, pressing his knees right up behind Dick's, and tangling their feet together.

"Can we...can we make a safe word? It would make me feel better, just in case you can't say much, or—" Jason hesitantly spoke up again.

"If you really want. Uh...mallard?"

"I would love to know how the hell your mind works that 'mallard' was the first thing you thought of," Jason laughed. "But yeah, that'll work great."

"I don't even know how my mind works half the time, so let me know when you figure it out."

"Will do." Jason's small smile morphed into a yawn, and he dropped another kiss on the back of Dick's neck. "I love you baby."

Dick twisted his head to kiss him briefly on the lips.

"I love you too."