Bruce and Jason both went to bed after leaving the cave, or at least they tried to fall asleep. Bruce after sitting in his bed staring at the ceiling decided around 8am to get up. He needed coffee, badly.

Bruce walked into the kitchen searching for coffee. Good old Alfred had already made a pot.

"How'd you sleep Master Wayne?""

Bruce just stared at the butler.

"I see...sir, would you mind I see if Master Jason would care for breakfast?"

Bruce shrugged, "you can see if he's up Alfred."

Alfred nodded, and walked out of the kitchen. Bruce sighed and downed the cup of straight, black, strong coffee. He walked over to the dining table and picked up the newspaper and started reading. Red hood and The Joker's mess were still being talked about in the paper. Bruce went to the stock section, he needed to read something else. Alfred came down slowly.

"Sir, it looks like Master Jason has taken a joy ride"

Bruce shook his head, putting down his paper, "of course he did."

"That'll be 7.99$ sir"

Jason handed the cashier the money and grabbed the pack of cigarettes, walking out of the dinky liquor store. Jason had stolen one of Bruce's motorcycles, he doubted the old man had ever road the metal beast. After all most of Bruce's riches were for show. Jason went behind the store to an alley and sat behind a wall and lit one of his riches. He felt the smoke go down his throat. He closed his eyes and let the smoke out of his lungs, let the stress out of his body. He finished the cigarette and then lit another one. God he had needed this. The last few days had been overwhelming to say the least.

Crying last night in Bruce's arms was well...awkward. He could count on one hand the times he and Bruce had shared physical contact. But it was nice as well... he was so confused. Hadn't he hated Bruce just days earlier? After all he had shot at Bruce. And he was still irritated, because of Bruce's moral code, Joker was just sitting in his little Arkham cell just waiting to escape and cause havoc once again. He understood why though, it just wasn't fair. That son of a bitch took him away from Bruce. That son of a bitch ruined everything. Jason took another puff of the cig. He wondered if Bruce was looking for him.

The doorbell of Wayne Manor rung, Alfred walked down the old staircase and answered it.

"Hey Alfred"

"Master Dick...what are you doing here?"

Dick Grayson smiled at the old man; he was wearing a simple blue and black leather jacket and some jeans.

"Why I just couldn't keep away from Bruce, the love of my life."

Alfred stared at the man.

"You have no sense of humor Alfred you know that?" Dick said, passing the butler and walking into the man hall. Alfred closed the door.

"No, I need some help in Blüdhaven , is he here right now Alfred ?"

"I'm afraid Master Wayne is out and about right now sir, your welcome to wait here though."

"What, is he fighting crime in the daylight now too?" Dick snickered.

Alfred smiled meekly, "not quite".

Dick looked confused.

"I think it's time we had a talk Master Richard"

Jason was still in the alley way smoking, torn whether or not to return to the castle.

"I'm honestly surprised you don't have lung cancer by now boy"

Jason smiled, he didn't even have to turn around, and that gruff voice was universally known to him.

"How'd you find me Bruce?

"They don't call me the world's greatest detective for nothing."

"And who calls you that again?"

He turned to see Bruce smirk. "Whoa I guess there's a first time for everything", Jason thought .

"Why'd you sneak off Jay? You missed Alfred's fantastic breakfast."

"Now that is something I do regret missing", Jason said honestly. He had forgotten how good the butler's food was.

"You know Bruce I'm starting to feel better, I think I'm going to be leaving tonight", he lied. His body still felt like hell but he just couldn't stay, it just felt strange.

"Young man, that's a damn lie and you know it, I'm surprised you didn't reopen any wounds riding that bike"

Jason rolled his eyes at Bruce calling him young man.

"Now come on Jason, I know you have to be hungry."

Jason couldn't argue with that statement.

"Alright Mr. Wayne, I'll stay for some grumb."

Bruce parked the Lamborghini and saw Jason parking the Harley bike in the garage.

"I have to admit Brucie , I've missed Alfred's food more than anything"

Bruce shook his head at "brucie" and bonked Jason in the head and opened the door.

He was met with a fist to the jaw.