It had been almost a month since the last time Jason had visited Kyle. In contrast to the early days of their relationship, when Kyle was off-planet for months at a time while Jason stayed on Earth, Jason was busy with cases that took him all over the world while Kyle was stuck in Neal Caffrey's two mile radius.

Well, technically he wasn't stuck. Tim had hacked his tracking anklet the day he got it. Technically he could go anywhere he wanted to, but Peter showing up at Neal's apartment without warning made that risky. So, two mile radius in New York City where he was undercover as a nonviolent forger and art thief while he was trying to get body-snatching aliens from Sector 2736 to leave the FBI alone and stop trying to invade Earth.

He really needed a break.

Kyle and Jason had planned to have the whole weekend together. Duke owed Jason a favour or five, so Signal was taking Redwing's patrol and Uncle Flashlight was checking on Papa Hood's kids. Jason wasn't getting any calls unless it was an emergency. They were going to watch bad movies, eat all of the cookies that Alfred sent with Jason, maybe go on an actual date for once, and just get to be together. That was the plan.

The plan was shot to hell when they were greeted on Saturday morning by Peter practically banging down the door before they'd even gotten out of bed.

Jason grumbled and pulled his pillow over his head. "'s too early."

"Go back to sleep," Kyle said. "Bat."

"Mornin' person." Jason half-heartly reached out from his blanket cocoon and flapped his hand vaguely in Kyle's direction, either trying to slap him or cuss him out in a sign language. Kyle took the opportunity to kiss the back of Jason's hand before going to answer the door.

Peter entered Neal's apartment like a whirlwind talking about something that Kyle's brain wasn't able to catch because it was six in the morning on a Saturday. Even for someone who didn't keep Bat hours it was too early. Luckily, he didn't have to try to figure it out because Peter stopped talking the second he saw him and stared. Kyle Neal raised an eyebrow.

"What are you wearing?" Peter asked.

He was wearing the first t-shirt and pair of sweatpants that he'd picked up off the floor on his way out of the bedroom. Judging by how loose it was around his shoulders, the t-shirt was Jason's, which meant that it was a Wonder Woman t-shirt.

"Clothing," Neal said.

Peter blinked a few times like he was trying to get his brain to reboot. He couldn't actually expect Neal to live in perfectly tailored suits and silk pajamas all the time, could he?

Yes, yes he could.

"What are you here for, Peter?" Neal asked.

"We need you to go undercover at a fundraising gala tonight," Peter said, a beat later than he would usually have replied. "We got a tip that the smugglers from the Tristan case will have plants there."

Kyle held back a groan. There went his weekend with Jason.

Neal put on a charmingly lopsided smile. "Sounds like fun. Who's our illustrious host for tonight? Lex Luthor?" Wrecking some of Luthor's shit would make Kyle feel a little bit better.

"Oliver Queen," Peter said.

Dammit.

"What's my in?" Neal asked. "I don't happen to have an invitation on me."

Kyle Rayner would have no problem getting an invite. Roy, Connor and Mia would all happily give him one for the sake of having someone closer to their own age to talk to who wasn't a pretentious rich asshole, Jason would take him as a plus one on his invite, and Oliver would invite him in a heartbeat if he asked. Neal Caffery didn't have those connections.

"We're getting you one," Peter said. "It—"

A panicked shout from the bedroom interrupted Peter. Kyle didn't stick around to see his reaction. He hurried back to the bedroom and eased the door open. Jason was fighting his way free of the blankets holding him down, kicking and twisting until he'd thrown all of them onto the floor. He sat up gasping for air, his gaze darting around the room until he focused on Kyle.

"Nightmare?" Kyle asked gently.

Jason nodded and then buried his face in his hands. "Fuck."

"Can I come in?" Kyle asked. The influence of the Lazarus Pit had faded over the years, but Jason still worried about hurting people by accident when he was too angry or scared. If he wanted Kyle to stay away until he calmed down, Kyle would.

"Not right now."

"Okay. I'll be in the kitchen." Kyle closed the door and turned around. As expected, Peter had his 'I think Neal is doing something illegal' face on. "In the kitchen," Kyle repeated.

Peter followed him to the kitchen. When the FBI agent didn't jump into confrontation right away, Kyle took the time to get a mug out of the cupboard and start the coffee maker. He knew he was going to need it.

"Who is that, Neal?" Peter finally asked.

Kyle considered a few replies (including "None of your business" and "Who do you think it is? Superman?") before forcing a neutral tone to say, "My boyfriend."

"Your what?"

Kyle picked up his coffee and took a sip. "My boyfriend. My significant other. My romantic partner."

Peter narrowed his eyes. "Are you conning him? What about Kate?"

Kate was Cassie in a wig, because she'd been available at the time and thought that it sounded like fun. She and Kyle had never been romantically involved, never would be since she, Tim and Kon weren't interested in opening up their relationship, and was basically Kyle's sister-in-law.

"Bisexual people exist." Kyle took another sip of his coffee. "I happen to be pansexual."

"And he's not conning me."

Peter jumped and spun around. Jason walked past him with silent footsteps and started his own cup of coffee. The plain green t-shirt he was wearing stretched tight across his shoulders.

"Seven years this December. That'd have to be an awfully long con," Jason said.

Peter studied Jason, eyes traveling from the lock of white hair above his forehead to the scars visible on his arms, all the way down to his bare feet and the pinky toe he'd lost to an alien hunting creature's teeth during the invasion last September. "So, you're a criminal too."

Only technically. Vigilantism was illegal but everyone who could put up a fuss had been looking the other way for decades, because alien invasions.

"I do know people who aren't criminals," Kyle said.

Peter made a sound that signaled minor disbelief rather than total dismissal. He was starting to accept that Neal had a life outside of the box he put him in.

Neal smiled. "Is that all, Peter? Do you need me to come in now or will I only be needed later?"

Jason sighed and leaned against Kyle, resting his forehead on Kyle's temple. "Please say later."

"Later…is…fine," Peter said. "I'll pick you up, Neal."

Kyle raised his free hand and brushed back a few strands of Jason's hair. "Great."

Peter gave them one last suspicious look before he left, closing the door behind him.

"You okay?" Kyle asked once he was sure that Peter wasn't going to come charging back inside with more questions.

"Mostly."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

Bat.

Jason's head dropped to Kyle's shoulder. "What did the fed want?"

"Ollie's hosting a gala tonight. Peter wants me to go in undercover for a case."

Jason hummed. "Want a plus one? Fed knows I exist now."

"That'd be nice." The odds of Peter allowing it were low, but it would be nice.

"I'll ask Roy to get me an invite." Jason pulled away from Kyle and grabbed his own cup of coffee. "Do you want eggs?"

"Scrambled?"

"Duh."

They made breakfast together. They wouldn't be able to salvage their weekend, but at least they had the rest of this morning.