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After making it home from the manor that night, Jason could not sleep. He laid in his bed, mind soaked in the thought of that kiss. Half believing that it did not happen, but had no choice but to believe it because he would not faint no reason.

Compared to the location he had just been in, his apartment was quiet, devoid of all life and color. Jason begged for sleep to come, because all the lifelessness was agonizing. Normally he could drink enough alcohol to knock him out for hours, but he was out of any form of liquor.

Jason sighed, and rolled on his back to stare at the ceiling.

I should have kissed him.

Even though he did not have any liquor, he recalled something else that could put him to sleep. The brownies that Tim left. He was desperate enough to try some.

Jason was hoping that the brownies would take a few minutes before they took effect, so that way he could at least make it back to his bed. However, that was not the case. All he needed was to take one bite, and he was knocked out on the kitchen floor.


"You leaving early?" Dick walked into the kitchen that morning, noticing that Tim was already dressed up for work.

"Yeah, Tam called last night." Tim revealed, nibbling on a slice of toast, there were light bags under his eyes. "I'm not planning to stay to long, I'm kind of sleepy – hey, where is..." He stopped mid-sentence, recalling that Damian was sitting at the table still half asleep.

"Left last night." Dick tried to speak as quietly as possible.

"Who left last night?" Damian overheard, turning around his chair to glare at his older brothers.

"Dick had a lady friend over, really, really late." Tim lied, finishing off the remainder of his toast.

"I'm not an stupid, Drake." Damian stood up off his chair and stomped toward Tim. "I was in Grayson's room last night and there was no woman there."

"She arrived after you left." Dick lied.

"Do you hear this nonsense, father?" Damian turned to face the entrance of the kitchen, where Bruce had just entered with Alfred at his side.

"What happened, Damian?" Bruce reached over for his cup of coffee.

"Grayson said he had a lady friend over last night." Damian told.

Tim glanced down at his watch, then up at Bruce, "Hey, shouldn't we go?" he tried changed the subject. "Tam was really instant -"

"Don't worry about it." Bruce cut off Tim statement, and shifted his gaze from Damian to Dick. "Did you sneak her in? Or...how did she get out without anyone knowing?"

"Alfred helped me." Dick lied again.

"Alfred was with me the entire night, in the Batcave." Bruce unveiled.

Feeling like he was about to be found out, Dick decided it was time to end the conversation, "I am going to her apartment to see if she got home okay." and slipped away into the hall, hoping no one would follow after him.

Of course, Dick knew that Bruce would go after him, there was no way he could hide anything from that man. He could try, but eventually Bruce would find out. He was stalked until they were beyond earshot of the kitchen, and Bruce broke the silence, "I caught him on camera, Dick." he stepped in front of Dick, keeping him from progressing any further into the hall. "What was Jason doing, sneaking out of your bedroom at night? I also have footage of him and Tim going to the front door."

"My foot is starting to bother me, I really should -" Dick attempted to change the subject, but Bruce interjected,

"You foot is fine, Dick. Don't lie to me."

Dick put his hand to his eyes, to shield them from Bruce's glare, "Remember that dream I had...?"

"Yes, but Dick those are just dreams." Bruce rationalized. "You can't be so emotional about dreams – besides, you told me it was a nightmare."

"After last night, I think I was mistaken." Dick admitted, finally looking Bruce in the eyes. "Anyway, I need to go check on him, oh, and I'll try to keep him out of the Manor."


Bruce had to Dick to leave Jason alone, but he just could not stay away from him. After everyone had left the Manor for whatever business they had, Dick left too. He knew he'd be captured on camera, and get a horrible lecture from Bruce about it, but he had to see if Jason made it home okay.

Dick stood outside of the apartment door for five minutes. He was not sure what he was nervous about. It was not until he realized he was being ridiculous did he put his fist to the wood of the door and knocked. As soon as his knuckles made contact with the wood, the door opened.

"Did he forget to lock it...?" Dick spoke to himself as he stepped into the apartment. He shut the door and locked it behind him.

The first thing that Dick noticed was that it had obviously been a long while since the apartment had been cleaned. Beer cans littered the the brown carpet, dirty dishes were staked on the coffee table, a few paper bags from multiple fast food restaurants were balled up and scattered through out the mess.

Dick took a few steps deeper into the apartment and saw Jason asleep on the kitchen floor. He had one of the lethal brownies in his left hand. Dick scratched his head, wondering why on earth would Jason eat one of the brownies.

Sighing, Dick dragged Jason out of the kitchen, and lifted him on the couch. He stared at his brother for a moments, contemplating on what he should do. With a soft touch, he placed a finger on the small speckle of discoloration on Jason's forehead. A tiny bruise, he had hit his head on the tile when he fell.

Bringing his hand to his mouth to resist the temptation on kissing Jason again, Dick continued to think. After a few moments, he decided he was going to clean Jason's apartment while he slept. It would be a wonderful way for him to apologize for the kiss.


The sound of his front door shutting finally woke Jason up from his sleep. It took him a while to realize that someone had just left his apartment, and not only that, but the air smelled strange. Was that the smell of lemons? He sat up, and nearly tripped as he made his way over to the door. He needed to see if he could catch whoever it was that left his home. He peeked out into the hall and saw the back of Dick Grayson walking down the hallway.

"Dick!" Jason called out. "What the hell were you doing in my apartment?"

Dick slowly turned around and stared at Jason, he took a few steps toward him before asking, "You didn't notice?"

"Notice what?" Jason approached him, and met him halfway in the hall. "How the fuck did you even get in?"

"The door was unlocked." Dick recalled, his gaze glued on the green carpet below his shoes. He was afraid to look Jason in the eyes.

"Look at me, Dick." Jason demanded. "About last night..."

"I'm really sorry!" Dick apologized.

"You shouldn't apologize when you didn't do anything wrong." the words left Jason's mouth before he had even realized what he had said. His eyes widened in shock at himself, but there was no turning back now. "But what you should be apologizing for how bad of kiss that was."

Dick was confused, "What do... Jay, um..." he was stammering on his words.

"This is how it's done..." Jason leaned down, and lifted Dick's head gently with his fingers against his chin. He placed his lips on Dick's, his tongue sliding against the opening to the rest of his mouth. Dick reached up and wrapped his arms around Jason's neck. When he pulled away, Dick let out a cute sigh that brought a smile to Jason's face. "Now go back home. Patrol starts in a few hours, and maybe I'll see you tonight?"

"Y-Yeah..." Dick turned away, and continued down the hall.