I know it's a bit short, but it feels right to end the chapter like this :) Enjoy!

"Jason," Bruce greeted, unsurprisingly being the first one to get over his shock, and then got straight to the matter at hand, "Is he yours?"

There was so many things wrong with that question. First. Wow, rude. Dick was like right there. Second. Oh Hell, no! Jason would have to be around sixteen or seventeen to have a child this age. And he was hardly alive then. Third. Jason wanted Dick to be his, but definitely not in a father-son relationship. And, ew, he should stop thinking about that while Dick was a child. It was just too weird. Fourth. How Bruce didn't recognize his own Golden Boy? And to think the man was supposed to be the World's Greatest Detective.

"No," Red Hood replied, rolling his eyes. "He's yours."

It was a testament of how far they got since his return from the death, that they believed him instantly.

Bruce looked like someone hit him with a brick. The stunned looks of the rest of the family turned to awed, jumping between the child and billionaire. And all of them were supposed to be trained by the said World's Greatest Detective. Idiots.

"Dick is going to love this," Barbara commented quietly to Cassandra and Stephanie, who nodded in agreement. Jason could practically see them cooing at the kid in their minds. Only training prevented them from acting on their desire for the time being. Or the waves of protectiveness Red Hood was projecting all over the place.

Tim got a calculating look on his face, staring at the child intensely. At least one of them is using brain. Hurray.

"No!" Damian protested. Was that a touch of panic Jason detected? "It's not possible!" He turned to Bruce furiously, "Father! I demand an explanation!"

Bruce was still too stunned to do anything besides staring at the child.

Tim apparently realized something, because he smiled softly and made his way to Dick and Jason, raising his hands in the air non threateningly. He stopped a few feet before them as if there was an invisible line and cocked his head a bit, looking Jason in the eyes.

"May I?" he asked.

Jesus, he's not that protective, is he? Dick got uncomfortable with the stares he was getting and attempted to mold himself into Jason. Red Hood unconsciously shifted to shield him with his shoulder in response. Okay, maybe he got a little protective. Just a bit. Jason forced himself to relax his defensive stance and nodded. It wasn't like anyone here would hurt the kid. Not anymore than they already did, that is.

Tim's smile grew as he moved forward, not stopping until he was pressed into Jason's side opposite to the kid's, worming his way under his arm into a half hug. Huh, Red Hood wasn't the only one missing the affection it seemed.

"Hi, Jason," Tim said with a light nuzzle to his shoulder. "It's good to see you. I'm glad you came."

What? Jason frowned down at him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dick pout at being ignored and he definitely didn't miss the knowing look he exchanged with Red Robin.

Jason sighed deeply, most of the tension and overwhelming urge to flee leaving him with the breath he let out.

"Manipulative little bastards," he muttered, squeezing both kids to his sides.

Two wide grins and breath knocked out of him at the force of the double hug was the response he got.

"Alright, alright," Jason mock growled. "Off."

Tim released him with a laugh and finally turned his full attention to the one he deserved it the most today.

"Hi, Dick," Tim said loudly, so everyone could hear him. "Happy Birthday."

Everyone's jaw dropped. Damian paused at Bruce's throat, where he found himself as he charged at his father with a 'I refuse to have another useless sibling!'

"Thanks, Timmy!" Dick grinned, releasing Jason and leaning toward Red Robin.

No, no, no. Dammit! There went their chance.

Tim whisked Dick away from Jason's arms into his and carried him away toward the rest of family.

Jason sighed and followed. They still had plenty of time and opportunities to fulfill the condition of Dick's wish.