Dick woke up to the unfamiliar surroundings. He froze in fear for a moment. The last thing he remembered was Tim reading him a book and his nightmare. He wasn't sure if he dreamed Jason taking him from the manor or not. Quick look to his right at the back of Red Hood confirmed, that he wasn't. Still, he didn't see this particular safe house before, and he knew all of the safe houses of his little brothers.

Dick shivered slightly and glared at a still sleeping Jason. He wasn't cold per see, Jason made sure it was warm enough in the house, apartment, whatever they were, but Dick liked to be toasty when sleeping. And Jason hogged all the covers. A bit of search revealed that none of his plushies were in the vicinity to cuddle up to too.

Dick carefully moved closer to Jason and gently tugged at the end of the duvet to free it from under his little brother's side. He managed to gain a decent size of the cover before Red Hood just rolled onto his stomach, taking the hard won part of the duvet with him. If Dick didn't know better he would think Jay did it on purpose. Heaving out an annoyed sigh Dick gave up on the covers and shuffled closer to Jason's body heat. He barely touched him, more by accident than with any intent, but Jason's head shoot up, scanning the room for any threat. Finding none he blinked at Dick. Dick blinked back. Jay muttered something incoherent, struggling a little to untangle the covers from around his body. Then he threw a part of it over the child along with his arm, tugged Dick halfway under his body and went back to sleep.

Dick sputtered uselessly, trying to get free, but Red Hood didn't budge. Giving up, Dick made himself comfortable. After all he wanted warmth and cuddles and Jason was way better than any plushie he could have dreamt of.

When he woke up next, Dick was alone in bed, buried under the mount of covers. He hesitantly slipped out of the bed and made his way toward the noise, where Jason was making breakfast if the smell of food was any indication.

Red Hood was in the kitchen, making pancakes and whistling cheerfully to the song playing quietly on the radio.

"Good morning, Little Wing," Dick greeted.

Jason raised an eyebrow at him.

"I totally should call you that now," he mused. "Little Wing."

They let it ring in the air for a moment and then both grimaced.

"Yeah, no," Jason decided. "Weird."

"It's your name," Dick agreed. "No one else's."

"Whatever you say, Cutie Bird," Red Hood smirked.

Dick just strode forward into him, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face in his stomach. Because Jason was here. Jason came for him and took him with him.

"I missed you," Dick said, muffled by the shirt.

Jay bend down and picked him up.

"I missed you too, Dickie-Bird," Red Hood said. "I'm sorry."

Dick nodded.

"Okay, scram," Jason ordered kissing his forehead quickly. "Or you're going to eat burned pancakes."

Dick giggled and swung himself onto Jason's back, where he wrapped himself around him like a monkey. Jason sighed and shook hie head but let him be.

"It's not a safe house I know," little Nightwing observed, digging his chin into Jay's shoulder.

Jason paused for a moment.

"It's not a safe house," he said quietly. "It's home."

Dick almost fell in surprise. Because Jason absolutely hated if one of the Bats showed up in one of his safe houses. He changed them constantly, not staying long in each one for the fear of being discovered by one of them. Even though he knew there was no way they didn't know where at least few of his safe houses were. So Jason bringing Dick into his home, a place nobody knew about, where he was feeling safe was a huge step for him. And a sign of trust.

The bubble of warmth and happiness at this fact was extinguished as a dread churned in Dick's stomach. What if Jason felt obliged to do this because of his sense of guilt or something?

"Jay," Dick started. "You didn't have to just because-"

"Oh, Sweetie," Jason sighed fondly, running his hand through Dick's hair, nuzzling his temple. "I wanted to. Really."

Dick gripped him harder.

"Thank you," he whispered and kissed Jason's cheek shyly. "I know what it means to you, so thank you."

"Yes, well," Jason cleared his throat and turned off the stove. "Let's eat already."