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For a moment, Jason thought he had walked into the wrong apartment. There was no trash on the floor, the coffee table had been scrubbed to a shine, all the dishes had been washed and stored away in a cupboard. Not only that, but there was food in the fridge.
Jason was a messy person, he knew that the place needed cleaning, he just had better things to do with his time. This must have been what Dick was talking about when he asked if he noticed something. Dick cleaned his apartment, and not only that, he bought him groceries.
Jason decided he was going to repay Dick's kindness, and make him a meal. Or try too – its the thought that counts.
When Dick returned to the Manor, Tim was already home. He was sleeping at his desk, pen in hand. Quietly, Dick shut the door, and turned to his left to see Bruce walking down the hall with Damian. There was a silence between the two, as if Damian had done something that was not pleasing, and Bruce had to deal with the consequences.
Bruce stopped in front of Dick, he patted Damian on the back urging him to continue down the hall without him, "I'll meet you in your room where we'll talk about your suspension from school."
Damian nodded and dragged his feet all the way down the hall to his room.
Dick tried to sound like he himself did nothing wrong by inquiring, "Not a good idea to send him to public school?"
"I'm not here to talk to you about his situation," Bruce made clear. "But I am concerned that I caught you on one of the cameras leaving the Manor."
"Am I not allowed to do anything during the day?" Dick challenged. "Bruce, I am an adult and can go wherever I please to go during the day." he tried his best to not sound like an angry teenager, but it did not work.
"You went to visit Jason." figured Bruce. "Why?"
"Just to visit him." Dick informed, trying not to leave any source of strain on his voice.
"Dick -"
"I know, I know." Dick ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "I know, you told me to leave him alone, I know!"
"Then why did you go?" Bruce interrogated.
Dick could feel the blood beginning to rush in his face as he thought about the events that just took place. The feel of Jason's rough, chap lips on his and the urge to control himself to not go back for more. Not wanting to give away any clues, Dick grunted and turned away from Bruce. He did not want the man to take note of the blush growing on his face. Breaking off the conversation, Dick stepped into his room.
Dick did not want to be rude, he just needed a moment to collect his thoughts. He needed to clear his head, he sat with his back against the door listening to the sound of Bruce's footsteps as he crossed the hall over to Damian's room.
That night, Dick was told to stay at home with Damian instead of going on patrol.
"What's your relationship with Jason?" Damian asked, he had let himself into Dick's room. Dick was to busy thinking and staring out of the window to notice the intruder.
Dick was startled at the bluntness of his youngest brother's statement, "No."
"The question was not closed-ended." Damian moved toward the bed and sat down on it. Determined to not leave until his questions were answered. "What is your relationship with Jason? My father told me that he wanted you to stay mostly because he did not want me to feel alone. But also he mentioned something about not wanting you to go after the Red Hood."
"There is no -" Dick began, but Damian cut him off.
"Don't tell me there is nothing between the two of you." Damian demanded, grabbing one of the pillows and tossing it rather harshly to Dick. "I was there in the Batcave when my Father noticed Todd sneaking out of the house."
"So you knew?" Dick caught the pillow, and held it to his chest in disbelief.
"Yeah, but Father told me not to say anything, and I wanted to hear what you have to say on the subject. I knew there was no woman in your room that night, it was Todd." Damian grabbed another pillow, not to throw but to but run his fingers through the stitching. The conversation was just as awkward for him as it was for his oldest brother."So, I am going to ask again, what is your relationship with him?"
"I kinda like him." Dick revealed, happy to finally have told someone.
"As a friend?"
"No." Dick shook his head, taking a seat next to Damian. "Not as a friend, but as something more." he reached out and put a hand on the little bird's shoulder.
"Grayson?" there was a confused look on Damian's face, he turned his head to the side. "You mean, like you want him in an adult kind of way?"
"Yeah," Dick smiled. "In an adult kind of way."
"That's gross – I bet he tops, right?"
"Damian don't talk like that!" Dick stood back up, turning his face away so that his younger brother would not see the blush beginning to surface on his face.
"Hey!" Red Robin found Red Hood who was leaning against a wall reloading one of his guns. "Nightwing told me to find you."
"Why isn't he here?" Jason tried to keep the growl out of his voice, but he was not sure if it was working.
"He wasn't able to go out tonight." Red Robin revealed, sensing the tension Jason was radiating he stood with his palms out and open to show he was not there to fight. "Batman told him to stay home with Robin, and he did not want to cause anymore problems so he stayed."
Jason could not help but feel sadness pricking at his emotions. He wanted to see Dick again. He wanted to feel that rush of hormones that peaks whenever their lips touch.
When Red Hood did not say anything, Tim pulled out a piece of paper from his belt and handed it to Jason, "That's his cell number, he wanted me to give it to you."
"Thank you." Jason took the paper and folded it into his jacket. "Is there anything else?"
"I have a question." Tim took a step back, then curiously he asked. "What is your relationship with him? I mean I saw you two hugging and stuff and it made me think that maybe..."
"Don't tell anyone okay." Jason used as little words as possible to reveal what he wanted to say. "He's not my boyfriend or anything, yet but..."
"But you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Tim figured.
Jason said nothing, just turned away, but Tim knew that was what he wanted. "I'm sure everything will be fine!" he promised, and then ran off to complete his tasks for the night.
Jason returned to his apartment alone. It was nothing new, but he missed Dick. It was an odd feeling, and he did not like it. He sat down at the coffee table, and pulled out the phone number. He studied it for a long time, unsure if it was what he really wanted to do. Jason wanted Dick, but he was unsure where these feelings were suddenly coming from. Had they always been there, and he had just been too afraid to acknowledge they were there?
Jason continued to eye the numbers, and he had a choice. He could call Dick, or rip up the paper and deny himself happiness.
After all he's done, did even deserve to be happy?
Damian had fallen asleep on Dick's bed. The little bird slumbered silently under his big brother's watch. Dick had one hand gently running through Damian's soft hair, and the other reaching for his phone which had just lit up. He was receiving a call from an unknown number, cautiously he answered in a whisper, "Hello?"
"Hey Dickie-bird, this is Jason..."
He made his choice.
We all deserve the chance to be happy.
