Jason yawned widely as he exited his bathroom with only a towel tied around his hips. He just finished showering after a long night of dealing with the scum, that thought he could escape Red Hood by coming to Blüdhaven and longed to catch a few hours of sleep. The bed in his safe house looked invitingly enough, that he foregone clothes and just slipped under the covers. He barely managed to settle comfortably, when his phone vibrated signaling incoming message. He groaned, but reached for his phone and stared for a minute at the text. Then he sighed, tossing his phone to the side and covered his eyes with his arm.

Dick's request for help wasn't really urgent, otherwise he would have called. On the other hand it wouldn't be very nice to leave the man hanging, especially since today was Dick's birthday. There was also that slight possibility of him trying to trap Jason into coming to the party at the manor, so the earlier he'll go, the more time he'll get for escape. Besides he did come to Blüdhaven to see Dick.

For the last few months they all barely saw Dick. All of them had busy day and night lives, that left them little time to socialize, lately more so than usual. The few times Nightwing's duty led Dick to Gotham he had been a little distant, tired. The ever present cheerfulness, bounce in his step and ridiculous acrobatics seemed forced and Dick didn't even try to get them to spend time with him. No hugs, no overboard display of affection. Just beat up the thug, say hi and go back to patrol. The last time Jason saw him, he didn't even bother to pretend to be his usual cheerful idiotic self. Something was off. Jason knew other Bats noticed it too, but nobody did anything. It wasn't like Dick was in trouble. It wasn't that. It was just…

Jason would die before he would admit that out loud, but he missed the hugs and random brotherly bonding times. And if he missed that, then surely Dick must have been dying without all that attention. This fact led Jason to an uncomfortable realization. They all were waiting for Dick to come to them. Because it was always Dick, who initiated things. They bitched and moaned, when their eldest brother came up with new ideas to spend time together, but did they do something in return? Jason tried to think of a single instance, when someone else initiated even just a simple hug and came up empty. Just Dick. Always Dick and him meeting a resistance. Years after years of this same circle. Jason would gave up long time ago in Dick's place. A sudden guilt settled in Jason's gut. Dick didn't gave up on them, right? He knew their complaining was just for show. That they enjoyed their time together. That they loved him. Right?

Jason didn't know what stopped other Bats from going to Dick. They got too used to Dick making the first move? The fact that Blüdhaven was Nightwing's city? They were allowed to visit their brother, dammit! And it wasn't like Dick would throw them out like Batman likes to do. Though it could be another story if the Bat himself were to show up.

So yeah, Jason came to Blüdhaven to see Dick, the thug giving him a perfect opportunity, give his older brother a hug and maybe throw 'I love you' in the mix. Perfect birthday present. He just wanted to get some sleep first.

With a sigh Jason climbed out of the warm bed and threw his Red Hood outfit back on. Better be safe than sorry, even if he would need to travel in broad daylight. He performed the final check and left his safe house through the window. He looked around, searching for the curious eyes and when he didn't found anything suspicious he headed towards Dick's apartment.

Jason was even more careful when he slipped into Dick's home. It wouldn't do for someone to see Red Hood, the criminal, breaking into a cop's apartment trough the window.

He landed silently on his feet and surveyed the area. Nothing really seemed out of place, but he still moved carefully forward. When he heard the glass breaking, he made his way quickly but quietly to the kitchen. Jason halted at the entrance at the sight of a small child standing on the messy counter and rummaging in the cupboard. Oh no. No way in hell. He was not going to be playing a babysitter. Nu-huh. Dick was better suited for that anyway. Speaking of which, where was Dick anyway?

Before he could turn back to search the rest of the apartment, the child slipped on the counter. Jason immediately dived to catch the kid and save him from injuring himself on the broken glass.

Familiar wide, blue eyes peered at him from under the mop of messy black hair. The panicked expression on child's face quickly melted into delight.

"Jay!" the kid exclaimed happily in a high pitched voice.

Jason froze, staring at the small body in his arms. No way. No. Fucking. Way.

"Dick?"