Prompt: Kaden's voice begins to develop.

This prompt was too funny to pass up, though honestly, I don't really remember how it came to be. x) Anywho, enjoy!

Dick - 38

Jason - 35

Kaden - 13

Silence is Golden

Jason yawned as he shuffled out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. As per the norm, Dick was wide awake and cooking breakfast, cheery as always as he greeted Jason with a kiss o his cheek as he passed by him to serve their son breakfast.

Kaden glanced up at his father and flashed the man a smile before grabbing the syrup and drowning his pancakes. He grabbed his fork and stabbed at them, taking a bite and making an 'mmm' sound.

"Morning dad," the teen mumbled as he ate. Jason frowned and sat down at the table beside his son, elbowing the teen playfully in the side.

"Morning to you too brat. Don't talk with your mouth full," Jason replied. Jason groaned, massaging his temples, and, as if on queue, Dick slid a cup of coffee across the table to his husband. Jason flashed an appreciative smile and grabbed the man's wrist before he could retreat, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

"You're my hero, babe," Jason murmured, stealing another kiss. Kaden made a gagging noise, earning a laugh from both of his parents. Dick ruffled the teen's hair before retreating back across the kitchen to finish cooking the pancakes.

"Aw, Kades, someday you'll find a nice guy or girl and you'll be kissing it up," Dick teased. Kaden snorted and waved his hand, with his fork and a piece of pancake on it, dismissively before taking another bite.

"Yeah, but that's me. You guys are old. And my parents. That makes it gross," Kaden said, his voice squeaking on the last word. His eyes went wide as he clapped his hand over his mouth, both his parents suddenly looking in his direction. Then, Jason busted out laughing and Dick turned back to the pancakes, attempting to, and failing to stifle a laugh.

"It's not funny!" Kaden blurted, his voice cracking again. Jason only laughed harder, and Dick heaved a sigh, an occasional snicker escaping from him. He turned and served up some pancakes to Jason and sat beside him, drenching his own in syrup.

"It's a little funny," Dick answered, flashing the teen a grin. He turned to Jason and nudged him in the side with his elbow. "Oh hey, you got that interview down at the auto shop today. You better eat quick. Don't want to miss that." Jason gave a curt nod and wolfed down his pancakes and pushed himself up from the table. Kaden eyed them curiously.

"Autoshop? Don't you work as a bartender at night, dad?" Kaden asked. Jason and Dick exchanged glances because they both knew that wasn't true. His night job as a 'bartender' was little more than a cover to explain where Jason went at night.

"Uh yeah, kiddo, I do. But um-" Jason began, trying to think up an excuse on the spot. Fortunately, Dick had him covered.

"Your dad is good with cars so I encouraged him to do something with that" Dick answered. Jason flashed a thankful look before leaning over to kiss the man's cheek, retreating to the bed room to dress. This job was actually the truth for a change; crime had dropped quite a bit in recent years and so Jason was going out less and less during the day. And he knew a bit about cars from his childhood; his father taught him about cars so he could steal them, or steal parts from them. Those were times he wasn't exactly proud of, but the talents he picked up on the streets would prove useful later in life. Like now. This job was just what Jason needed; something to keep hum busy during the day.

Kaden and Dick finished eating in silence with Kaden glaring at his papa who kept looking at him with a teasing smirk on his face; he wanted to talk to Kaden to get him to talk, the teen knew it. His parents loved teasing him when they found out about something he was embarrassed about.

"You're an awful parent," Kaden joked, shooting his papa a fake glare. Dick laughed in amusement and sipped his coffee, ruffling the teen's hair.

"You love me anyway."

"Alright, I guess I'm off to that interview," Jason called from the bedroom. Even for an interview, he still refused to dress up; he wore a pair of slightly trashy jeans, a black t-shirt and his favorite brown leather jacket. Dick shot him a disapproving glare and Jason snorted, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, I hope you get the job then. Good luck, dressed as a slob," Dick teased and Jason flipped him off.

"Fuck you Dick."

"Later tonight," Dick shot back with a wink.

"Ew! So nasty!" Kaden called, clapping his hand over his mouth again when his voice cracked again. Jason snorted with held back laughter and ruffled the teen's hair.

"Better get dressed. You don't want to be late for your first day of eight grade," Jason said smoothly, kissing the top of his son's head. "And have a nice day at school kiddo." Kaden snorted and playfully shoved his father's hand away from his head.

"Yeah, with this voice thing going on, fat chance," Kaden replied, groaning and burying his face in his arms when it cracked again. Jason snorted once more with held back laughter and Dick tsked, smirking as he shoved Jason toward the door.

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Kaden, dressed in his a pair of trashy jeans, black sneakers, a red t-shirt, and a black canvas jacket, made his way down the street and toward the school. He had his earbuds in, jamming to his music as the school came into view. He stopped at the end of the walkway and took a deep breath; today was going to be rough, especially since he had a verbal presentation due today; a book report. He groaned and scrubbed his face with his hands and began to march of doom toward the building.

"Hey, Kaden!" Michael called from across the campus. Kaden glanced up to see the red head jogging toward him. Michael was dressed in a white long-sleeve shirt with a blue short sleeve button up shirt over it, a pair of jeans and sneakers. The teen bounced to a stop beside Kaden and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

"Dude, first bell just rang, your ass is almost late!" Michael said with a grin. Kaden flashed a smirk but didn't respond. This, however, concerned his best friend. The auburn haired teen stopped in front of him and poked him in the chest.

"Hey dude, what's up? No smart ass comment? No lame jab?" Michael teased. Kaden just gave a shrug and speed walked past the teen and onto his classes. He made it his mission to speak as little as possible today, and hopefully, this voice thing would only last a day.

Fortunately, he managed to make it to his English class right before the second bell rang. The teacher, Mr. Palmer, made his way in right behind him. The man was rather tall, at least six foot, with short, dark brown hair and dressed in a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of jeans. Mr. Palmer was the youngest teacher in the school, only twenty-three years old, and he often had the high school aged girls ogling him. Kaden didn't see the attraction though.

"Alright class, settledown. Now, you were each assigned a book to read and write a report on over the weekend. So, who would like to start?" Mr. Palmer asked. Only three of the students raised their hands and as Mr. Palmer moved to his desk, he flopped down and pointed directly at Kaden.

"Mr. Grayson, why don't you go first?" Kaden cursed mentally and groaned as his name was called. He sighed and grabbed his report out of the folder and slowly made his way up to the front of the class. The class he unfortunately shared with Michael, who would undoubtedly tease him relentlessly, should he voice crack at all during the report. Kaden got up to the front of the class and took a deep breath, holding the paper out in front of him.

"For my book report, I chose Stephen King's The Stand," Kaden began, a mild squeak coming out on the word 'report'. He hesitated and looked out over the class; no giggling so nobody heard that. Phew, so far so good. "The Stand starts in a U.S. Army Base-" Kaden continues, a rather loud squeak midway through. The students started giggling and even Mr. Palmer had a smirk on his face. Kaden's face heated up a bit as he continued, trying his best to ignore what just happened.

"-so a pandemic started to spread worldwide and would eventually kill off nintey-nine percent of the world's human population-" Kaden continued on, and another, really bad squeak had his class laughing, and even the teacher was chuckling a bit.

"Alright, settle down. Continued Kaden," the man said with a smirk. Kaden groaned to himself and continued to give his report.

By the end of the day, Kaden rushed off of the campus in an attempt to get home before Michael caught up with him; Michael had been laughing his ass off in the back of the classroom. He'd been the butt of a few jokes throughout the day too. But finally, sanctuary came into view as his apartment building appeared ahead. Kaden made his way inside and raced up the stairs, grabbing his keys and making his way inside.

"Hey kiddo, how was school?" Dick asked without looking up from the book he was reading on the couch. Kaden groaned and dropped his bad by the door, moving toward the living room and flopping down beside his papa.

"Aweful. My voice cracked all day, and everyone was laughing. Ugh, today sucked," Kaden groaned, burying his face in his hands. Dick chuckled in amusement, closing his book and setting it down and gently patting Kaden's back. He opened his mouth to speak, but Jason came through the door moments later.

"Good news, I got the job! Course I stuck around and did a little work on a few cars too," Jason said smoothly, some black grease stains on his face and hands. His shirt was also pretty filthy, with a few black smudges on his jeans too. "It felt good to work on some cars too," he admitted, shrugging off his jacket. Dick frowned and gestured toward the bathroom.

"Hamper is in the bathroom, slob," Dick called. Jason stuck out his tongue and Dick responded on kind, chuckling in amusement. Jason retreated to the bedroom and changed into some clean clothes, tossing his filthy ones in the laundry before flopping down on the couch beside Kaden.

"So, how was school?" he asked. Kaden glared at him and Jason laughed in amusement, ruffling the teen's hair. "That bad, huh?"

"How long is this damn voice thing going to last?" Kaden half-whined when his voice cracked again. Jason snickered and Dick hugged him, kissing the top of his head.

"Oh baby bird. Probably a few months to a year," he replied. Kaden groaned and pushed himself up off the couch, turning to face his parents.

"A year?! Ugh, this sucks."

"Well, that's puberty for you." Jason teased. Dick jabbed him in the side with his elbow. Kaden shot his father a glare. Jason heaved a sigh and waved Kaden over. Kaden pouted a bit and crossed his arms over his chest, but reluctantly sat down beside him. Jason draped an arm around Kaden's shoulders and said to him "look, it sucks yeah, but you're growing up. It's not the only thing that's gonna change you know."

"Yeah, dad, can we skip the puberty talk? Its weird and embarrassing. I don't need a re-run," Kaden joked, his face burning in embarrassment. Jason chuckled in amusement.

"Sure thing kiddo. Me and your papa both went through it, so you're not alone. Now, why don't you go do your homework squeaky."

"Dad!" Kaden squeaked.

Note: I realized that I never gave Jason a legit job. I can't see him sitting around doing nothing all day, but I also imagined he'd probably do something with his hands, like working on cars. And thus, Jason became a mechanic. :D