Dick woke up in a sweat.

"We forgot to buy the house." He whispered.

Feelings of grogginess and the heart pounding of sudden alertness filled him. '…what?' Terry said, his own mind probably not fully functioning.

A little louder, Dick hissed, "we forgot to buy the house."

It took a minute before Terry could respond. 'That… is a problem.'

"Yeah! No kidding!" He practically flew out of the bed, and basically turned into a living tornado. His room became an absolute mess. It was worth it, however, when he managed to find his laptop.

"Okay, new plan, since we probably don't have enough time to actually go through proper things and stuff, I'm just going to… do things." Dick explained aloud. Plopping himself on the floor, his fingers tapped against his leg as he waited for the machine to start up.

'What do you mean?' Terry asked. Dick could feel the apprehension that was growing in the other.

"Don't worry about it." He muttered as the computer finally turned on. Immediately he went to work.

'You do realize saying that would do the opposite of calming me down right?'

'Just trust me okay?' Dick thought back.

'I feel a sudden sense of foreboding.' Terry only said. His voice sounded rather deadpanned, but Dick couldn't really tell as his focus was on the screen and all of its letters, numbers, and symbols. 'Wait a sec. Are you… hacking? Are you hacking something?'

Dick only hummed in reply.

'Dick!' Terry's voice rose in pitch. 'Are you doing something illegal?!'

'Nah. I'm just making things faster for us. Everything will get paid, it's just going to look like the systems glitched is all.' He absentmindedly told the older teen.

Oh wait. Shit. He wasn't supposed to tell him that.

'RICHARD!'

Dick winced. Oh wow that hurts. Like a headache but not quite? Note to self, no more yelling in head.

'Don't worry about it!' Dick thought back. 'Just let me do this okay?'

Apparently in their mindspace, when the other mumbles, it's incomprehensible.

That fact could be filed away for later. He just really needs to focus on, not all that legal, house purchasing. He made so many false leads just in case someone became suspicious. But overall it would look like the system glitched bad enough that not only did the money not go through, but any other possible 'important documents' involving said purchasing disappeared.

Would it look suspicious if he made any more dummies to take the fall if the banks and such find out about this? Maybe. It shouldn't be so bad once all the money properly transferred right?

He wasn't sure. Yes, Dick knew how to hack, having found the wonders of the computer world early into his career as Robin, but it wasn't always a success once he was done. People weren't the same as computers after all.

For a brief moment he thought about stealing money from say, Lex Luther, but immediately shook that thought away. If he did that then Lex would make heads roll trying to find out who stole from him. He didn't need that right now. Terry didn't need that right now, nor did Jason.

Hopefully Dick wouldn't be late after everything's all said and done. But nonetheless, it felt like ages before he finished doing what he had to do. Apparently hacking into the Pentagon and leaving without a trace was easier than buying a house through not so legal means.

Man, Dick really should brush up on his hacking skills.

With a final click of one of the keys, the deed was done. Now it was time to check up on emails! Then get ready for Jason.

His morning was certainly turning out to be… certainly something that's for sure.

Absentmindedly he noticed his heartbeat was slowing down. Going through his emails was a calming endeavor. Most of his personal email was junk mail and nothing of importance. Switching emails, he found one notifying him that his system was done with giving Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood English subtitles. Making a mental note to himself to watch that later, he clicked the star for the email and then went to search for any other new emails.

Multiple junk mail later, he went to the last email.

Kimberly sent him one.

Dick stared at it for a moment.

State of the house was the title of the email.

He swallowed nothing. His mouth was dry.

Clicking on it he was greeted with a good evening and a report on the house itself. Looking through the list of, well, everything, he wasn't surprised by it all. Nor was he surprised when it was said that the finish date might be pushed back.

"We don't think we will be able to create a greenhouse like floor within the house itself. We can build a greenhouse with the same fashion sense as the house proper, if you wish, in the backyard. We can even make a new door or possibly a corridor to connect the two so you wouldn't have to deal with the weather." Kimberly had written. "We also would like to know what you wish to do with the fireplace. Do you want to use gas or wood to heat up the house."

Dick hummed at all this.

'What do you think?' He asked Terry.

'Might as well make the greenhouse out in the back. For the fireplace, can they do both?'

'I can ask them.' And with that, Dick went to give Kimberly his reply.

Making sure that all of the healthy snacks (since he didn't want to be on the receiving end of Alfred's disappointment) were secure in the bag, as well as the two water bottles, Dick nodded to himself. As nice as it was to go out to eat for almost every meal and almost every day, Jason did not need that.

Silently, Dick wished he could cook. He wasn't as bad as Bruce. Which in itself was a good thing, however, it was a skill that he needs later in life. Dick knew for a fact that he wasn't going to live with Bruce forever. But especially right at that moment he wished that he could at least make scrambled eggs that weren't burnt so he could feed Jason. Because he seriously doubts going out to eat would benefit Jason in the long run.

If push comes to shove, when they figure out how to actually switch around when conscious, Terry could take over and teach the kid how to cook. (He also wonders if Terry calling Jason kid influenced him to call Jason kid. Probably.) Actually, he doesn't know if Jason knows how to cook. It felt like a 50/50 about it. But Terry should probably be the one to do it. But the question would be where would they be able to do that?

The house clearly wasn't ready yet. And it wouldn't be for quite some time. Dick wasn't sure how long Terry would be here. It really depends on how fast they'll find Matt. And Terry's body.

'And remember-' Terry began again, bringing Dick out of his thoughts.

'Don't talk about it, okay yeah I got it. Geeze Ter, you're acting worse than Bruce.' Dick interrupted.

He enjoyed how Terry sputtered at that.

Silently he wonders if Terry's just stressed out about earlier that morning mixed with worry from the day before. With the park in his sights, however, he began to ignore anything else Terry had to say. And a certain young man was there, waiting for him.

"Jason!" Rob called out, jogging closer to the kid.

Jason grunted in reply. Instantly he looked better than the day before, and was wearing another set of clothes that they picked out. He even looked like he had gotten a decent night's sleep! Not only that, but in his hand was the sports first aid kit.

"Okay Jaybird! Let's focus on how to take care of any current injuries you got and make sure they don't get any worse!" Rob chirped as he set down his goods.

Another groan. "Fine."

Rob smiled. This was going to go great.

"Oh but first! Breakfast!" He said, showing off the fruit.

At this, Jason looked a bit more attentive. Rob had brought different types of apples, bananas, oranges, blueberries, grapes, and cherries. Not to mention he also snagged some raspberries and blackberries. All the good stuff. Unfortunately there wasn't any pears back at the Manor. Alfred should totally get some pears.

Jason nodded approvingly at the fruit.

Smiling, Rob shared said food.

Rob frowned. This was not going great.

"Jason." He said. "We need to check your injuries."

He watched as the younger boy gritted his teeth. "Yeah I know! You already said that!"

"Then why aren't you showing me?" He asked, tilting his head a little.

"I did show you!" Jason argued.

"Yeah, you showed me your eye and your ankle. Both of which are healing nicely. Actually I'm glad that Ter didn't have you practicing on a sprained ankle."

"Okay first of all, those are my injuries. Second of all, yeah my ankle was never sprained!"

Rob hummed. Yes it wasn't sprained. Instead, he somehow got a bruise on it. It looked old enough anyway.

Silently they stared at each other.

Both Dick and Terry knew that Jason had gained more injuries the day they had met than they were shown, but now that Dick was teaching Jason how to take care of himself, Dick needed to know these things. And that included Jason taking off his shirt.

(Sure Jason had allowed him to patch him up when he met 'Rob', but he didn't get as far as checking out Jason's torso. Well, until now.)

"You're not going to let up," Jason narrowed his eyes, "are you?"

"Nope!" Rob chirped.

A groan reached his ears as the younger boy resigned himself to his fate. And as he began to take his shirt off, Rob's face became closed off. Already catching a glimpse, neither he nor Terry liked what they saw.

Underneath Jason's shirt was an array of bruises. From the looks of it, he probably acquired them the previous night. But most of them were old. Some probably from the day Terry saved him. Looking closer he saw some scars. They ranged from blades to cigarette burns. They were few and far in between, but they were there, nonetheless.

He really wanted to ask what happened but…

"How bad is it? The pain." Rob instead said.

Jason averted his eyes. "It's not that bad."

In the grand scheme of things? It wasn't that bad. At least, the bruises weren't. But they were still bruises. They weren't big so it wasn't an adult that caused them. Maybe another kid? The older ones looked more aligned to that small gang that, well, ganged up on him. The blade marks and even the cigarette burns could come from being out and about, coming across the wrong people…

He mentally shook his head. Right, don't pry. If Jason wanted to talk, then the guy would talk.

None of Jason's injuries showed signs of splitting open and bleeding out. Neither did it look like they were internally bleeding, but that wasn't something Dick could actually tell. He wasn't a doctor.

Rob hummed. "Well, if it starts to smarts real bad, I suggest something like Advil." There wasn't much he could do, after all.

He watched as Jason nodded. As he put his shirt back on to hide away his injuries.

Time to have a chat while the kid relaxes.

'Hey Ter?' He thought over.

'Yeah?' Terry thought back.

'Tell me what you're thinking.'

'Only if you tell me what you're thinking.'

Internally, Dick huffed. 'I'm thinking that Jason should rest. If he insists on training, go for some easy stuff.'

'Funny,' it sounded like Terry almost gave a small huff of laughter, 'I was going to suggest the same thing.'

Dick's lips twitched, wanting to show off a bittersweet smile. 'Great minds think alike, huh?'

"Okay so!" Rob said, clapping his hands together. "No practicing blocking and the whatnot. Stretches only if you really want."

Jason jolted as if he wasn't expecting this turn of events. He probably actually wasn't expecting these turn of events. Rob wasn't exactly expecting these turns of events either.

"What! Why?" Jason demanded. His eyebrows furrowed together and one of his hands clenched into a fist.

Did Jason actually want to continue to train? (To be fair, he could have said no in the first place. But with what he said days before, maybe he was afraid of what could happen if he said no?)

"Well…" Rob said, stretching out the word. "If we're being all technical, you probably shouldn't even be training until you're fully healed. I'm getting the feeling that that isn't going to happen though. I mean, you're still banged up and yet Ter's been teaching you how to block. Although I gotta admit, it's kind of good to know how to block when you're injured. But still."

A scowl was directed at Rob. Rob sent him a shrug in return.

"What if I want to do more than stretches?" Jason said, scowl still there.

Once again, Rob shrugged. "Then Terry and I would have to talk about what you can do."

Pausing, Rob began to think… he honestly didn't know if Jason knew about it, but… it was worth a try.

"If any of your injuries get worse," he said, "you should probably go to the free clinic that Leslie Thompkins runs. She takes care of just about everyone there. I can even give you the address if you want."

Jason's scowl lessened as a look of confusion took over. "Why?"

"Because I'm not a professional doctor?" Rob gave him a look. He wasn't sure if Jason could totally see it, but still. "There's only so much I can teach you, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't go look for a legitimate doctor to give you a proper look over."

Jason just stared at him for a good minute. Then he just sighed. "Okay, fuck it. Fine."

He smiled. He won this round.

"Awesome!" Then an idea popped into his head. "Wanna learn yoga?"

Blinking rapidly, Jason processed his words. "Why," he began, "would I want to learn yoga."

A smile turned into a grin as he shrugged. "It's relaxing and it helps you become more flexible. Gotta be a fluid when you dodge around yeah?"

He snickered a bit at the deadpanned 'no' that was sent his way. "Well, let's do some of the easy stuff. And after a while we can have some lunch."

And that was that.

Robin was sure tonight was a slow night. Even Batman, the one who was standing next to him, had said something along the lines of it being a slow night. Only in the language of Batman. Honestly Robin was surprised by how relatively tame the nights were. It's like ever since Freeze did his thing, everyone decided to lie low.

A sharp scream pierced the air.

Well, not everyone.

Together, working like a well oiled unit, the dynamic duo flew over to the sound.

And when they got there they met with a legitimate cat burglar.

Watching as the cat attacked the would be robber, Robin couldn't help but think that Catwoman would be proud of the cat fighting back.

'That reminds me,' he thought as his partner tied up the scratched up man, 'you should meet Catwoman sometime.'

He felt the suppressed confusion float over. 'Why?'

It was a short and sweet question. This was clearly the Batman of the future he was dealing with.

'Well, don't you wanna see what my universe's Catwoman is like?'

'… I'll think about it.'

It wasn't a no. So Robin would take it.

"Robin." He was being called.

Grin in place, Robin followed his Batman to the rooftops.

Hey, hi. Sorry for the long wait, but it's here! It's not that long, all things considered, but it's something and I hope you've enjoyed it. After writing this chapter I realized that I should probably continue with writing July 13th, however I may combine it with July 14th to idk make things go faster I guess? And as much as I would love to write the whole entire day, in order to make the story more… idk meaty? I'm not really doing that. Wether or not I go back and add things later down the road is another story, however. So yeah.