The only things I own here aaare * takes deep breath * Blaine McGuyver, Mr. McGuyver, Jaosn Holmes, Terrence Prince, BlackHawk, Sparrow, Wraith, Apollo, and Coraline. * gasp *

Okay. That was hard.

Now, on with the fluffiness!

Rating: K+ (I'm paranoid)

Pairings: Jason/Coraline, Jason/Dick (brother/brother)

Warnings: we gots some fluffies up in the hizz house!

Jason lightly kissed Coraline's chocolate lips, gently pulling away with a light click. She smiled, her eyes closed, as she laid back down on her large, fluffy bed in Wayne Manor. She had taken up a guest room after saying that it would be rude for her to take Barbara's old room without her consent.

That's what Jason loved about his fiance.

She was kind and considerate, loving and so innocent that their first kiss was the night he had proposed. She was an angel in his eyes, and with her pained past, that was a shock. Coraline's past was much like Blaine's... Then again, her father had managed to blind her, too, as could be seen in the almost-faded scars next to the young woman's eyes and nose.

"Goodnight, Cori."

"Goodnight, Jason..."

He pulled the comforter up and let it lightly rest over her delicate body. Making sure that her cane was right next to her bed in case she got up early that night, Jason nodded with approval. He knew Barbara wouldn't have minded at all for Coraline to use her room, but if Cori was more comfortable, then he was a happy man.

The brunette left the room, closing it as silently as he could. With a smile, he continued down the stairs into the kitchen, where Bruce was sitting at the bar. It was nearing 11PM, and he had decided to wait until later to go on patrol with Jason. He had given Dick the night off, which the kid could use after the vigorous training session Canary gave that day, and Blaine wasn't going out on patrol until she got into a school. Batman's rules.

Alfred was washing the dishes from the family's late-night dinner, smiling at his second-oldest ward as Jason sat down next to Bruce, who was drinking a coffee (black, no sugar) with the newspaper in his left hand.

"Is it morning already?" Jason joked.

Bruce rolled his eyes. "I couldn't read it this morning with Coraline and you dragging me off to lunch. Remember?"

Jason grinned, propping himself up on the counter by his elbows. "You know you liked it." His bare feet knocked lightly together, his long pants falling just above his ankles. He wore also a simply black undershirt. Bruce was still dressed from his day- a suit-shirt, slacks, and dress shoes.

"I did," he admitted, not looking away from his paper. "Jason, you're a very lucky man." He was looking up, now. Smiling even. "Coraline is a very nice young lady."

"I know," Jason said smugly.

"AUUUUUUUGH!"

The blood-curdling scream rippled through the Manor, an ice-cold awakening from their busy day.

By instinct and training, Bruce was up the stairs with Jason on his heels before the screaming even came to a halt. But, after this one scream, there came another, louder and fiercer.

Coraline leaned out of her door, pale-faced and freaking out, basically. "Jason! Jason? Jase, what is it? Is everyone okay-"

Alfred came up to her, holding her hands tightly. "I fear it is just a nightmare, Miss Coraline. You may go back to bed- we shall take care of it."

Jason pounded past his father, towards the open door at the end of the hall. Terrence was wheeling out of his room, a grim look on his face. "Who-"

But his brother was already in Dick's room.

Blaine was trying to soothe her brother, trying to wake him up, as he screamed, "Mamica! Taticul! Va rog, va rog! Nu, nu, nu!"

Jason sat on the bed, pulling Dick into a sitting position. "Richard Grayson!"

Dick's blue eyes snapped open, covered slightly by his sweaty black bangs. They were wide with fear- no, terror. "J-Jase!" he cried out, latching onto his older brother's waist. Jason hushed the boy as he cried, gently stroking his hair and rocking back and forth.

Blaine sat back, fiddling with her thin nightgown. She felt awkward in front of her oldest brother, so bare, but she hadn't given a second thought to going to 'rescue' her twin when she heard the screams.

She pulled her blonde locks over her chest, making her feel a bit better.

Bruce loomed at the door, Terrence peering in behind him. Jason made eye-contact with his father, lightly mouthing a few words. Bruce nodded and turned, pushing Terrence back to his room.

Blaine leaned forward. "Dickie?"

She was answered with a light sob from the Boy Wonder.

Jason caught his little 'sister's' eye. 'Go to bed,' he mouthed. 'It's okay.'

She nodded reluctantly and stood, pausing at the door with a wistful glance at her brothers, then left to go back to bed.

The little Gypsy in Jason's arms shook violently as he bit his lip tightly. His tooth drew blood, but he didn't stop biting down. He had to stop crying. His big brother was here! What would Jason think about a thirteen-year-old superhero who couldn't stop crying?

Swiftly, Dick pulled away, his shoulders still shaking as he swallowed the sobs.

"Dick..." Jason said slowly, reaching out to touch the boy's shoulder. It was as if he could read the younger's mind. "Dick, it's okay to cry-"

"Crying shows weakness," the boy snapped instinctively. He instantly regretted it when he felt Jason wince. But, Dick didn't take it back.

It was true.

Crying showed weakness.

"Richard, crying doesn't show weakness. If anything, it shows strength."

Dick pulled away from his 'brother', pulling his knees to his chest as he glared at his bedpost. "You're wrong."

His tone was much darker and much more biting, aggressive, than it was. In all normality, Dick was laid-back and cheerful, wearing his emotions on his sleeve. Bruce encouraged this act in all of his children and wards, saying that it 'kept up the act' and kept their identities safe.

Terrence now just did it by practice.

But, now, Dick was becoming Robin- the side of Robin that no one wanted to see. The side that was there the night he captured Tony Zucco, when he held that knife to the man's throat, drawing a trickle of blood while Batman stood back, watching as the boy glared. Sparrow had been terrified, as had BlackHawk and Batgirl, but Batman held them back.

Finally, Robin let go and spat in Zucco's face, kicking his head harshly and knocking the man unconscious.

This Robin was dark and terrifying, a horror to behold. He was a sociopath, not caring what happened to whoever it was as long as they were evil and deserved it. He delivered a darker form of 'justice', beating the goon unconscious and taken the raped little girl to the orphanage, suddenly cheery Robin once more.

The Robin that had tracked down Blaine's father and almost killed him.

But Batman showed up and dragged the man and Robin out by their collars. Now, Mr. McGuyver was in prison for at least ten years.

"Dick..." Jason licked his lips. "When you cry, you are strong-"

"How?" the boy practically yelled as he turned towards his foster-brother, pure rage in his eyes. "How does crying show strength?"

Jason stood, a good two heads taller than Dick. "You have the strength to cry in front of others."

There was a long silence, in which Dick glared at his 'brother'. Slowly, though, his face softened, and his eyes filled with tears.

Dropping to his knees, Dick wept. Jason quickly went over to the door and shut it, coming back over and dragging Dick onto the bed. He needn't ask what the nightmare was about.

He pulled the comforter up and over both himself and Dick, tucking it behind the young teen's neck. Dick curled himself into Jason, crying his little heart out. He clutched the older's undershirt in two tightly balled fists, wetting it with his tears and getting as close to his brother as he could.

Jason closed his eyes and stroked Dick's hair with one hand, lightly hugging the boy into his chest with the other.

Slowly, he began to sing.

"Hush, little Robin, don't say a word... Jason's gonna buy you a mocking bird... And if that mocking bird don't sing, Brucie's gonna buy you a diamond ring..."

He sang the lullaby over and over, letting Dick's shaking, shivering form get as close as possible.

Eventually, the boy's sobs turned to light hiccups and whimpers. Then, to snuffling puppy-dog snores.

Jason smiled gently, opening his eyes and looking at Dick's peaceful face.

His cheeks, lightly splattered with practically invisible freckles and stained with tears, his long black eyelashes and his quivering pink lips. Jet-black bangs fell into the boy's face, and Jason lightly swept them away.

Dick snorted lightly, shaking his head as he drove his face deeper into his big 'brother's' chest. Jason smiled broader, wrapping both arms around the boy as he drifted into sleep.

He was content just to be there once more for his baby 'brother'.

To keep the nightmares away, if only for one more night.

Kinda' angsty, I know, but hey- it was requested that I got more Jason/Dick fluffs, so, here's what'cha got!

Now, Here are the options for the next chapter:

1) Young Justice has a day-out on the town, with flirting, fluff, and humor galore!

2) Blaine has a nightmare, and- shock- Artemis comforts her

3) More Wally/Blaine (Morgan/Garcia) relationship stuffs :) (and Artemis getting jealous on the side for your delight!)

4) your own personal idea, but PLEASE PM me if you choose this idea!

oh, but you can also review! :P

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