"Jason?" Dick asked as the younger boy worked feverishly on picking the lock. He had his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth and his brows creased in concentration.

His aqua eyes rolled as he looked up through his bangs at his brother. "What?" he asked, pausing. Dick smirked and grabbed his brother's shoulder, gently pulling him away from the safe.

"I know the code." He laughed as he bent down and turned the knob to the appropriate numbers. The door clicked slightly before Dick swung it open, revealing a wide array of choices for the small group to choose from. The two boys looked at each other, mischief gleaming in their bright eyes. Jason's expression turned quizzical as he asked without words why did Bruce tell you the code? Dick shrugged. "I'm over 21. Why wouldn't he tell me?"

Jason rolled his eyes once more and grabbed as many bottles as he could before leaving Dick to do the same. "Leave the fancy shit." Jason called over his shoulder. "You're looking for really hard core stuff tonight, Dickie bird." And then he made his way out of Bruce's office and back into the kitchen where the rest of the heroes waited.

He held up the bottles with a smile on his face as he approached the table. They cheered for him as he placed them down, and cheered even louder when Dick came with more.

"Okay, let me guess." Jason said, examining everyone in the groups face. He narrowed his eyes in thought before looking back at the bottles and choosing some. "Captain Morgan for Roy and Kori, vodka for Babs and Dickie, and I'll have Southern Comfort." He said.

The group exchanged glances in amazement, all wondering the same thing: How did he get that completely right? Jason smiled smugly as he selected each of the listed drinks and walked towards the bar. "I know you guys, what can I say." He muttered as he walked around the bar and placed the drinks down once more. He pulled out some crystal glasses and began pouring the liquor.

"Jay," Barbara asked, raising an eye brow from her chair with her arms crossed. "Shouldn't you add some juice or something to those so they're not as strong?"

Jason scoffed with a sly smirk. "Why would I want to do that, Barbie?" he asked as he brought over Roy and Kori's drinks. They had minimum ice cubes and were full almost to the brim with alcohol.

Roy took a happy gulp while Kori looked at the glass hesitantly. She was mostly going on Roy's word with her drinking, as she hadn't really ever been a drinker. Earth alcohol had little effect on her, regardless. "Should we not relocate so as not to be caught by the butler?" she asked. She sounded so innocent that it almost threw Jason off guard.

He nodded as he took a swig from his own drink and handed Dick his. "Alfred took the weekend off, assuming Tim could take care of himself and Dick and Bruce wouldn't be home." He smirked. "Silly Alfred."

"Where's Bruce?" Roy asked.

Dick chugged his entire glass before handing it back to Jason, silently asking for more. Jason looked at the elder with respect as he refilled his glass. "He went on some business trip to Hawaii." He responded. "He took Damian with him. I guess the location was pretty convenient, because there was some suspicious activity going on down there."

Roy nodded, gulping down the rest. "Bartender!" he called as Jason finished pouring the last glass and started heading over towards the group. He raised his glass with a smile on his face. "Fill me up, Jay."

Jason scowled at his best friend. He ignored him, handing Barbara her drink and setting his own glass down in the spot next to her. As he walked back towards the bar to grab all the assorted bottles, he wondered if he was coming on too strong. But he dismissed it as paranoia and placed the liquors in the middle of the table. "Every man for himself now," he said with a smirk.

Sitting down next to the redhead, he leaned back and raised his full glass. "Cheers to underage drinking." He said. Despite him being the only underage one in the room, everyone else raised their glasses in response and the kitchen was filled to the sounds of glass hitting glass before several gulps.

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Blue-green eyes cracked open only to slam shut once more as their owner buried his face into the soft silk of a pillow. He groaned as the strong effects of a hangover began to take place. What happened last night? He remembered getting drunk with his friends. He remembered calling Roy a pussy because he wouldn't race him on the motorcycles. He remembered trying to sing 'Carry on my Wayward Son' with Dick. But, other than those few moments of fuzziness, Jason Todd didn't remember anything.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Said someone from the door.

Jason groaned and buried his face deeper into the pillow. "Go away unless you have aspirin." He grumbled. He could hear her laughing as her footsteps approached him. Every single drop of the foot was painstakingly loud.

A delicate hand landed on Jason's shoulder and he reluctantly looked up. Barbara Gordon stood over his bed in nothing but a bra and his boxers from the previous night as she extended a hand full of pills and a glass of water. "Here," she smiled. He reached up on grabbed groggily at the pills and beverage before sitting up to take the medication. As he swallowed the aspirin, he noticed Barbara giggling at him.

"What?" he growled before falling back onto the bed and hiding his face in a pillow.

Barbara placed her hand over his mouth. "I like your shirt. Where'd you get it?" she asked as she desperately tried (and failed) to contain her laughter. Curious, Jason removed the pillow and looked at his apparel. He wore a pink, button up blouse that cinched at the waist It was completely unbuttoned, but his eyes still widened at it in horror. That was Barbara's shirt from last night.

He hastily removed the shirt before slapping a palm against his face. "What the hell happened last night?" he asked without looking at her.

Barbara scoffed. "What happened to your tolerance, Boy Blunder?"

Jason peeked at her with one eye. "Do you understand how hard it is to have a tolerance to Southern Comfort? That is some strong liquor."

The look of seriousness on Jason's face pulled a burst of giggles from Barbara and she collapsed on the bed next to him. "Think about it." She said casually. "I'm sure it will come to you."

Jason stumbled against Barbara as they made it towards his car. Barbara, who was nowhere near sober enough to drive, had offered to take the wheel because Jason could barely walk. He had one arm slung around her shoulders and a beer they'd found in the fridge in his hand.

"Babs?" he said as she pulled the keys from the pocket of his leather jacket. She made a soft humming noise as she unlocked the car and helped Jason in. Once she was sure he wasn't hanging out of the vehicle in any places, she closed the door and stumbled around the hood to get to the driver's seat. "You're really pretty." He mumbled into the nozzle of his beer as she climbed in.

"What?" she asked, starting the car and extremely carefully pulled out of the long and winding drive way of Wayne Manor.

"What?" Jason asked in return, rolling down the window and tossing the bottle out. He giggled as he watched it shatter in the side mirror. "Hah, hah. Boom." He said. Barbara giggled at the way he sounded like a five year old. "Where are we going Barbie?" his words slurred and Barbara thought it was the cutest thing ever.

She glanced at him for barely a second, afraid to take her eyes off the road. Barbara was a careful drunk driver, one who knew she was drunk and was convinced if she drove perfectly that she wouldn't get caught. But sober, she was so against drunk driving it wasn't funny. One of her friends had been killed while drunk driving, she said. "We're going to my apartment to have sex." She replied.

Jason's eyes widened at the flashback. "Did we.. did I… did we have drunk sex?" he asked. He seemed moderately terrified at the idea.

Barbara hummed her response. "Yeah," she said. "It was really sloppy, now that I think about it. But when it was happening it was awesome." She laid on her side with her head propped up in her hand and Jason had to physically restrain himself from watching the way her breasts fell from the cup of her bra and hung slightly to the side.

"Yeah well how did I end up in your shirt?" he asked.

She giggled, biting her lower lip with a smile and shaking her head no. "Figure it out."

"Babs I will never know unless you tell me." Jason responded.

She laughed and rolled onto her back. "Then I guess you'll never know."

Jason sighed in frustration. "Fine," he said, leaning back and falling on the bed next to her. He turned his head so he was looking at the side of her face, noting how sexy it was the way her hair pooled around her shoulders. "But you can never tell Dick about this." He said.

"Why not, Jay?" she asked tantalizingly as she turned her body back towards him.

Jason saw what she was doing, and didn't fall for the bait. He dawned his own smirk and looked her in the eye when he said, "Because if you do, I'll tell him we had drunk sex and you woke up wearing my underwear." Barbara narrowed her eyes at him at that, knowing that he had her there.

"Fine, you win this time, Jaybird." She said.

"Would you not call me that?" he said. "I don't know how many times I have to tell Roy that…"

"You seemed to really like it last night." She said as she got up from the bed. "In fact, you told me to scream it." She walked towards the door and swung on the door frame with a smirk. "You said it turned you on."

Jason smiled back and narrowed his own eyes. "Did Barbara Gordon just admit that dorky Jason Todd made her scream his name?" Barbara's eyes went wide and she disappeared through the door.

"I'm going to go get breakfast. You'll eat what I get you." She called and he heard the front door slam. His only thought was that he hoped she'd at least put on a shirt first.

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And so there's that.

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