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Jason could now contact Dick, he had his phone number. The first time he dialed those digits, he was nervous. He was not sure if Dick would even answer the phone, and a part of him did not want him to pick up. But when he heard his voice – everything went downhill. He was barely able to form a sentence, but Dick who was whispering for whatever reason, was so patient.

Dick understood that emotion was difficult for Jason to sort out. It was actually kind of cute and amusing to listen to him stumble on a words.

Even though their first phone call lasted only a few hours, Dick stayed up the rest of the night. He was in such a good mood that he ended up cooking breakfast for everyone that morning. Whenever Bruce and Alfred questioned why he awoke so early to cook, he simply answered that he was in a good mood.

Tim and Damian had in idea as to why their brother was acting so strangely, but they kept their mouth shut about what they knew.

"I cant be seen around you, during patrol." Dick explained to Jason over the phone one night. He was in Damian's room, for no real reason other than he wanted too. "It's not like I want to avoid you, but I have too... you understand, right?"

Damian was sitting beside Dick, on the carpet with their backs against his bed. A moleskin sketchbook sat on Damian's lap, he dropped his conte crayon to listen to the conversation without distraction. He was not trying to be rude by eavesdropping, he just found the topic interesting, and was simply curious.

"Yeah, I don't want to cause any unnecessary tension between me and Bruce..."

Damian listened to every word of their conversation, it was a short one. Some nights they can chat for up to four hours. After Dick put the phone down, Damian took up his conte crayon and acted like he never stopped drawing.

"How come your drawing looks the same since when I last looked at it?" Dick noticed.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Grayson." Damian looked away from his drawing to face Dick. "Maybe it's because your non-artist eyes simply cannot comprehend what it is that I am doing."

Dick smiled softly at his baby brother's lie, "You were listening to my phone call weren't you?"

"No." Damian continued to lie, "But if you would like some relationship advice I'd be happy to enlighten you."

Dick let out a laugh, "You? You, a ten year old boy who has never been in a real relationship is going to give me advice?"

"Yes," Damian put his conte crayon down. "and I have no idea why you find that amusing, but if it was what you want, then yes I will tell you what I know."

"Okay then." Dick decided. "Enlighten me."

"You will never have a happy relationship if you keep it this way." Damian explained, while reaching for a damp towel he kept with him when using conte. "I think you should talk to my Father and ask what it is you and Todd need to do in order for him to allow the two of you to be together. Also, you should tell my Father about you're feelings." he rubbed the towel against his palms to try to get all the black stains off.

"I can't do that." Dick sighed, "Bruce doesn't need to know, and I'm planning to go to away in a couple of months, maybe Jason can come with me?"

"So, you're going to continue to keep this a secret.?" Damian questioned.

"Yeah," Dick wrapped an arm around Damian's shoulders, "but it will be a secret between us brothers. Only you and Tim know."

Dick had not seen Jason since he cleaned his apartment. Batman had made sure all their missions had Nightwing near him. After each patrol, Nightwing would slip into Jason's apartment and leave him notes, then quickly slip out. Despite the fact that that Jason was now a phone call away, leaving little notes was just so much more personal.

Dick's scent always lingered in Jason's apartment after he left. Even though the scent was faint, it made Jason feel less alone. The note he found that night read, I miss you. With the post-it note clutched in his hands, Jason found it a little easier to fall asleep. It was nice, knowing that someone out there wanted him so badly to the point where he was missed.

Look outside.

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Dick was awakened by the buzz of his phone, the message was from Jason and he had no idea what he was talking about. Look outside? Yawning, Dick stumbled to the window and stared wide eyed at Jason walking up to the Manor.

As he walked down the trail leading up to the door, Jason could hear his heart pound. He was terrified of confronting Bruce, but he wanted to see Dick so badly. It was normal for Jason to give in to his emotions, but most of the time, that emotion was rage – never passion. This time it was passion, and desire that tore at his thought processes. He was not thinking, but the need to see Dick was overwhelming.

Dick rushed out of his room, and down the hall. He had to get to the door before Alfred got there, or even Bruce. What the hell was Jason thinking? He flipped all the way down the stairs and landed on his feet at the bottom, but despite his attempt he was too late. Alfred and Bruce were already at the door.

"I'm here to see Dick." Jason made clear, he could feel his chest tighten at the statement he was making in front of Bruce.

Dick did not know what to do, he was beginning to panic. He wanted to rush past Bruce and Alfred and embrace Jason. He wanted to hold him, and drag him away from the Manor where he would be safe.

"Leave, Jason." Bruce ordered, not wanting to hear what the other had to say.

"I just need to talk to Dick," Jason urged, balling his hands into fists. "I have no weapons on me, not even a knife." he claimed, which was true.

"Bruce," Dick called out, revealing his presence. "Give us two hours." he requested.

Bruce peered over his shoulder at Dick, then back at Jason, "Alright, you get two hours." he opened the door so that Jason could get in.

Jason had to control himself to not glomp Dick, but instead he reached out and grabbed his hand. Silently, the two walked down the hall, heading toward Dick's room.

"Hey, Alfred?" Bruce whispered to him. "Were they holding hands?"

"I believe so, Master Bruce."

Dick lead Jason to his room, and shut the door behind the both of them.

"I cant believe he let you in!" Dick exclaimed, he put his arms around Jason's shoulders.

"I wasn't going to leave until he let me see you anyway." Jason pecked Dick on the forehead.

"Hey, Drake," Damian let himself into Tim's room.

Tim was still asleep, and the window was open letting in the hot afternoon air. There was a shoe on the floor, but it was a brand that Tim never wore. "Drake, it's nearly one. Wake up." Damian continued to pester.

"Hmmm?" Tim sat up, his bedsheets were falling off his shoulder. He was wearing Superboy's shirt which was long enough to cover most of his thighs. Damian prayed he had underwear underneath. "What the hell..." he yawned. "What do you want?" he looked around for a moment, "Where did..." he peered up at the open window. "Oh..."

"Todd's here." Damian announced. "They are in Grayson's room."

Dick was laying on top of Jason, feeding him a piece of chocolate. He kept a bag of chocolate under his bed for occasions. Jason playfully licked at Dick's long fingers before pulling him into a kiss. Jason could feel his heart rush, he was anxious but he felt good. He was never good at touching, or being touched, but Dick's hands were so calming and reassuring that Jason gave in.

Jason stroked his fingers down Dick's spine, making his way toward his tight butt. He grabbed the muscle, and Dick let out a moan from the touch. Dick led a trail of kisses across Jason's jawline, all the way to his ear where he nibbled on the cartilage. At feeling the hot breath on his ear, and a moist tongue tracing the rim of his ear, Jason let out a small laugh.

The soft chime of Jason's laugh was rare, and it excited Dick. Dick ran his hand up and down Jason's inner thigh while the other hand playfully pulled at the charcoal colored hair of the man underneath him. Jason kissed at Dick's neck, biting and licking in rhythm with his pulse. Dick let out a loud moan when Jason drew blood.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Dick jumped off Jason to answer it. Jason trailed after him, hugging Dick around the chest from behind.