Jason: (three and a half years old)
"Jase! Time for lunch buddy!" Dick calls from the kitchen, his hands full with plates.
"'kay papa." The clear voice echoes through the home softly as the toddler runs over form the living room.
Dick sets down the plate of Mac n' Cheese in front of the boy and smiles as he digs in immediately.
He himself sits across from his son and starts eating his own meal.
" Daddy's going to be home early tonight." He tells Jason and watches as the little boy's eyes widen with glee.
The boy had missed his dad the past few weeks. Falling asleep way too early to even catch a glimpse of the man due to his new job at Wayne enterprises.
"Grandpa?" Jason asks.
"Grandpa Clark and Grandpa Bruce are-"
"Right here!" Clark's voice calls from the front door as he lets himself and his spouse in without knocking.
Jason cheers in delight as the man of steel plucks him out of his chair and spins him in a circle.
"Hey Bruce." Dick greets as his adoptive father sits beside him.
"Dick." Bruce smiles and chuckles as he watches his grandson and husband horse around.
"Alright Clark, Jase needs to finish his lunch." Dick says with a grin.
Clark pouts and places the boy back down, Jase giggles but goes back to eating his cheesy meal.
"Should the kid really be eating? Dinner's going to be big." Clark says as he sits down as well.
Clark was referring to the thanksgiving meal the family would be having later on that night.
"he'll starve." Dick chuckles and picks at his own food.
"You will too if you don't eat." Bruce comments and frowns.
"Not really feeling all too well." Dick shrugs and turns his attention back to Jason.
"This is about Conner's job isn't it?" Clark mumbles, recognizing the familiar sad glint in the younger man's eyes.
"Maybe." Dick responds and stands form the table.
"Papa?" Jason follows his father over to the sink with his empty plate and a smile.
"Yes Jason?" Dick responds and takes the plate.
"Daddy will be home…right?" the boy asks.
"Yes. He'll be in before dinner." Dick bends and pecks the boy's head softly.
"Come on sport, let's go break in that car track you never even use." Clark calls and chuckles when Jason almost flies out of the kitchen.
"You know Conner's doing very well, Dick." Bruce says softly.
"I know." Dick sighs.
"He's working his way up the ladder. That's why the hectic hours have been in play."
"I know Bruce."
"You shouldn't be upset with him."
"I know Bruce." Dick places the washed plates on the drying rack and turns to his father. "But his son hasn't even seen him in over three weeks. You don't know what it's like to have your baby wake you up at night and not let you hold him because he wants his Dad not his papa." Dick says, his voice filling with malice.
"No, but I do know what it's like to have my boy hug me and not let go after a three week period of work. It's a good feeling Dick." Bruce says, his eyes filling with knowledge suddenly.
"I can only imagine, considering the fact neither you nor Conner will let me go back to work ."
"Jason needs you to looks after him. No one wants to send him to some…day care." Bruce mumbles.
"I just don't find it fair that you two get to work your butts off but Clark and I are stuck being house wives." Dick spits out angrily.
"It's for the best Dick. You're needed with Jason. Not at Wayne tech."
"Comforting." Dick mumbles and turns to the oven, his attention shifting over to the thanksgiving dinner.
Conner arrives at five thirty and is immediately attacked by Jason.
Dick watches form the kitchen at his son forces Conner down to the floor in order to play with his toys.
It takes a while but eventually Jason let's Conner go over to the kitchen.
"Hey, I was beginning to think you were-"
Dick is cut off by strong hands turning him and lips pressing against his own.
The kiss is sweet but meaningful and Dick feels the anger wash away from his body, suddenly only happy that Kon was home.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I had a few things to take care of." Conner whispers and plants another chaste kiss on his lover's lips.
"It's fine. Mind helping me?" Dick asks and turns to the stove.
"Just tell me what to do." Conner says as he pulls his sleeves up from his hands.
"Reheat the gravy." Richard mumbles as he turns his attention to the turkey.
Dinner passes by smoothly. Dick receives multiple compliments from the family on his cooking and stories of his and Conner's pasts are told.
Jason laughs at the tales of his Dad's high school football times, and giggles at Bruce's stories of how his papa would run around the house with his underwear over his pants, pretending to be superman.
Jason, of course still didn't know that his fathers and grandfathers were all superheroes at one point – or in some cases still were- and found the idea of Dick pretending to be anything was simply hysterical.
By nine, Jason is fast asleep in Bruce's arms after playing a very tiring game of hide and go seek with Clark.
At eleven, Bruce decides it's time for him and Clark to go home and around midnight, Dick is lying in bed.
He reads a book as he waits for Conner to come to bed.
When the Kryptonian clone finally lays down, his head resting on the former Robin's shoulder, Dick only chuckles and puts the book away.
"Dick?"
"Hm?" Conner looks up at his husband for a short while before leaning up and planting a kiss on the man's lips.
"I love you." Conner whispers.
"Love you too."
For the first time in what seemed like forever, Conner and Richard slept in each other's arms peacefully.
Jason didn't wake up in the middle of the night.
Conner didn't get an emergency call for work.
Superboy didn't have a crisis to attend to.
And…no nightmares were present.
That night, not only did Jason experience his first 'Thanksgiving Family Dinner', his parents also remembered the reason why they were in love.
Richard was once again protected by his Warrior's arms, and Conner once again had his fallen angel in his embrace.
That wonderful night…everything fell into place.