Sorry it's taken me so long to post this. (Also sorry its so short .)

Swinging down from the roof, Jade hissed sharply when she landed back in the apartment. Roy, ducking through the window behind her, was thoroughly winded. He stumbled to the couch and collapsed onto it, sending a cloud of dust into the air.

"Well, you've made your point, Chesh." He sighed. "I am in...less than perfect condition."

Still standing in the kitchen, Jade gripped her left shoulder and grimaced. "I almost wish I hadn't."

Roy raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Jade answered automatically. She started to turn away, then paused. "Actually, I," She cleared her throat. "I think I dislocated my shoulder."

Roy leapt off the couch, waving the dust away from his face. "What! How?"

Jade made a face. "Catching your stupid ass."

"Oh." Guilt hit Roy for the second time that night, adding to the weight in his chest. Sighing, Jade turned back around to face him.

"Can you put it back in?" Her voice was quietly hesitant and Roy felt his heart skip a beat. He nodded quickly and she walked to him. When she got to the living room, she turned her back to him. Roy lightly rested one hand on the injured shoulder and cupped her elbow with the other.

"Count of three." He said. "One. Two." Jade exhaled slowly. "Three." Whipping the arm back then forward, Roy snapped it back in place with a sickening pop. They stood together for a few seconds while Jade took a few deep breaths that couldn't quite be classified as gasps.

In those few moments, Roy could smell sweat, night air, and something that was uniquely Jade. Memories of their past flooded through his brain, days and nights and years spent together, overwhelming him with the urge to do…something. Anything. But as soon as he moved, Jade pulled away. She moved to stand a few feet away from him, rubbing the injured shoulder.

"Um, y-you should put some ice on that." Roy cursed himself for stuttering like a teenager but Jade simply nodded and walked back into the kitchen. He watched her leave, heart still pounding.

"I'm sorry." He whispered after her, unsure what he was apologizing for. Jade didn't say anything, but Roy knew she heard him. For a while, the faint clinking of ice was the only sound in the apartment. Roy sat back down on the couch and stared at the floor.

Despite the fact that they acted like nothing was wrong, they both felt the years of separation gaping between them. Roy's self-destruction and Jade's departure had broken their carefully built life together and now suddenly they had been thrown back together with a daughter tying them to each other.

A daughter and your emotions, the voice in Roy's head snapped suddenly.

But, Roy tried to reason with himself, if Jade didn't still care for him, why would she have come back at all? She was more than capable of raising a child by herself and they both knew it.

A slight noise caught Roy's attention and he looked up. Jade was standing in front of him, holding a towel full of ice to her shoulder. He started slightly, but didn't speak. Neither did she. She simply looked down at him, jet black hair hanging over her shoulder, dark eyes cutting into him, and no feelings whatever showing on her face.

She was so beautiful and Roy felt his heart ache. Why? Why would she be here if she didn't still feel something?

Clearing his throat to break the silence, Roy awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

"So now what?"

"Now, we get some rest." Jade answered. "Lots to do tomorrow."

Roy knew he shouldn't ask but something inside him said he had to try. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth.

"Do you-" Jade's eyes narrowed but it was too late for Roy to stop talking. "Do you want to stay here?" There was no pause before Jade answered.

"No, I have somewhere." Turning around quickly, she walked back to the kitchen. "Thanks for the ice." She said as she tossed the towel into the sink.

Roy thought he saw her smile before she ducked out of the window. "See you Red."

As soon as she was gone, Roy flopped back onto the couch and shut his eyes.

"Damnit…"

"Damnit!"

Dick had just come in from a night shift as 'Richard Grayson, Police Officer Extraordinaire' and was pulled out of a much needed shower by the sound of his cell phone. Years ago, Wally had set his caller ID on Dick's phone to "The Wall-man" and a picture of his face mushed up against a window so it looked like he was trapped inside the phone. Dick wiped soap bubbles off his ear with one hand and held the phone up with the other.

"Wall?"

"The 'Wall-man' is currently trying to wash throw up out of his hair." A female voice answered him. Dick snickered at the mental image.

"Hey Arty. What's up?"

"What do you know about babies?"

"Hm, we talkin' making them or-"

"Dick!" Artemis interrupted and Dick was sure that if she was there, she would have slapped him. He chuckled.

"So, taking care of them then?" He took Artemis's silence as a yes. "Well, I watched the younger kids at Haly's a lot. Why are you asking?" The voice on the phone sighed.

"We need your help."

Next Chapter: Dick Grayson, the Babysitting Wonder!