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This issue brought me back to life, you guys.

And Jason is just so freaking precious.

“Jason’s in town.” Dick announced his presence in the cave, dismounting his bike and pulling off his mask in one smooth gesture. Batman and Robin had been hunched over the Batcomputer, but they both turned around at the sound of his voice.

“Why?” Bruce asked, eyes narrowed.

Dick shrugged, “Apparently he’s part of a team with Arsenal and Starfire. First I had heard of it, but they’re chasing down an arms sale. Thought you might know something about that.”

“Todd should know better than to come to my city,” Damian snarled, sounding more like his father every day, “I’ll ship him to Arkham myself.”

“Yeah, about that,” Dick positioned himself in between Damian and the exit, “he seems a bit more on the level now. That is, he didn’t try to blow me up or threaten to kill you or the Joker.”

Bruce frowned at Dick’s easy dismissal of Jason’s crimes, “Do not be naive enough to trust him, Dick.”

Dick struggled not to roll his eyes, “I’m not saying we throw him a welcoming party, Bruce. I’m just saying we can probably feel safe not pursuing him. Roy and Kory are both veteran vigilantes, and they aren’t going to let him go off the rails. They’re…friends.” Something Dick still couldn’t quite wrap his head around. In their Titan days, Roy and Kory had never interacted that much; by the time Kory joined the team, Roy had been on his way out. And when they did interact, it was never that pleasant as far as Dick could remember.

He could, however, see how Jason and Roy would get along famously. They both had the unfortunate habit of blaming everything bad that happens to them on someone else, particularly their mentors. They were both reckless, they were both thrill seekers. They were loners; slow to trust, quick to act. They had an appreciation for high tech weaponry, and were more than willing to dole out violence when necessary. And when unnecessary.

And though Dick wasn’t thrilled about the idea of two of his exes and his estranged successor teaming up, he couldn’t help but feel grateful that Jason and Roy both weren’t alone any more. And he couldn’t think of anyone better to keep them together than Kory. Kory was one of the nicest, loving people Dick had ever known. It felt like a lifetime ago that they had been together, but Dick would always love her and he knew she would always love him as well. Kory had been there for him when he broke up his partnership with Bruce, when Jason had died, when he had transitioned from Robin into Nightwing. She was one of the few people who had seen him in all his permutations and had loved him and stood by his side anyway. She had helped make him into the man he was today, and Dick would forever be grateful to her for that.

He could only hope she would play a similar supportive role to Jason and Roy.

“Todd has friends?” Damian scathed, interrupting his thoughts, “Who would care to waste time with that reject crime-fighter?”

Dick’s lips quirked a bit at that, “You know, Damian, some people choose to befriend each other without judging crime-fighting abilities first.”

“-Tt-. How strange.” Damian returned to the computer and Dick redirected his attention to Bruce.

“So. Arms deal. Is there a fire to go with this smoke?”

Bruce stood and crossed his arms over his chest, “I had heard something about the Marrakech brothers looking to sell a couple thousand AK-47s, but that was weeks ago. I was off planet with the Justice League at the time and couldn’t address it. My guess is that the deal is long over, and the Marrakech brothers, if they have any sense, are long gone.”

“Why didn’t you call me in on this?” Dick demanded, “I could have filled in for you while you were gone. And now there are how many assault grade weapons on Gotham’s streets? Should make patrolling around here a hell of a lot more interesting!”

“You were too busy bouncing between cities!” Bruce snapped at him, “Tim was tracking them initially, but they fell off his radar when he had to contain another breakout from Arkham. I told him not to worry about it; those guns were Russian made and they had serial numbers. Following their path would be easy enough, in theory.”

“In theory?” Dick questioned.

“There’s no evidence the guns ever landed; in Gotham or anywhere. And there hasn’t been a whisper from the Marrakech brothers. It’s as if they all disappeared.”

Bruce walked up to Jason’s old Robin costume in the display case and touched it gently, “I don’t know what Jason’s following that brought him to Gotham on this case, but if he has new information, we may need it. But I don’t think I should approach him. That did not go so well last time.”

Dick knew Bruce was suggesting that he be the one to talk to Jason. But he wondered why Bruce thought that situation would be any less volatile with himself instead of Bruce. He vaguely remembered Jason firing a bunch of sentry guns at him and trying to blow him up on a ship.

Either way, he could keep an eye on the Outlaws and make sure they didn’t live up to their name too much, “I’ll keep an eye on Jason, find out what he knows.”

Bruce nodded his head, probably knowing Dick would agree.

Damian suddenly reappeared, “I should partner with Grayson, Father. Todd is too dangerous for him to handle alone.”

Dick snickered and ruffled Damian’s hair, “Aww…you worried about me, Dami?”

Damian smacked his hand away, “Don’t be childish, Grayson. I just know that you have a habit of getting in over your head.”

“I’ll handle this one alone, Damian,” Dick said firmly, remembering with a squick that Jason had slept with Talia. That probably wouldn’t go over so well with Damian, “it’s Batman and Robin, not Nightwing and Robin, remember?”

He almost regretted saying it after seeing Damian’s face fall a bit, but he forced himself to turn away and made to leave the cave.

“Dick?” Bruce called.

Dick, helmet it hand, and having mounted the bike, turned his head a little, “Yeah?”

“Remember Jason is…” Bruce seemed to struggle within himself for a minute, “…Jason.”

“What the hell are you doing here, Red Hood?” Came a hard and familiar voice.

Jason turned slowly, glad the hood was hiding his face. Of course it was Nightwing, in all his fingerstriped glory. Jason’s stomach turned uncomfortably; he ignored it.

“Came here to murder you,” Jason said sarcastically. He immediately regretted it; that would have been funnier if he hadn’t actually made an attempt or two in the past, “that was a joke.”

Nightwing glared at him in a way that Jason knew would make his Bat-dad proud of him, “I won’t ask again.” His escrima sticks were at the ready, and his body was tense; he looked about ready to pounce.

“Relax, Goldie, I’m not here to fight.” Jason lifted his hands in surrender, “I’m following up on a case.”

“You’re working a case?” Nightwing asked doubtfully, “Are you sure you’re not here to chop off a few more gang members’ heads?”

“I’d never do that again,” Jason sneered, “the mess factor far outweighed the dramatic effect it had. I just stick to a good old bullet in the head; cleaner, and still gets my point across.”

“You’ve got five seconds to tell me the truth about why you’re here, or I’m taking you in.” Nightwing warned, his escrima sticks now crackling with electricity.

“Come over here and try it, Daddy’s boy,” Jason goaded, pulling out his favorite kris.

Nightwing leapt and Red Hood was ready for him, but he never made it close. Starfire swooped in out of nowhere and grabbed him. He yelped in surprise, but she silenced him with a kiss on his open mouth.

“It is so nice to see you again, Richard.” She said happily, cuddling him close.

“Kory!” he cried when she had released his mouth, still carrying him bridal style, “What are you doing here?”

Roy had also appeared, sidling up next to Jason, “See, if I had done that, he would have punched me!”

“Shut it.” Jason growled.

“We are working together now.” Kory explained, ignoring Nightwing’s squirming to get down. “What? You two, and…Roy?” Nightwing spluttered, noticing Roy’s entrance as well, “That has got to be the weirdest team up ever.”

“What do you mean?” Roy said casually, “Kory and I have a lot in common.”

He punctuated this with a wink, which Dick ignored.

“Perhaps. But we work well together, and they have become dear friends.” Kory replied, finally letting him down.

“A lot in common.” Roy continued.

Dick continued to ignore him, but his cheeks were steadily getting red, “How did you even find each other?”

“Like you, for instance.” Roy smirked.

“Roy.” Jason warned, watching Dick’s hand clench into a fist as he refused to look over at Roy.

“I rescued Jason, and brought him to-“ Kory began, but Dick could hardly hear her from the ringing in his ears.

“Like fucking you, for instance.” Roy finished smugly.

Dick flew at him with impressive speed, but Kory was ready for him again, this time catching him around the waist with both arms.

“Roy, be silent.” She ordered with enough authority to make him look almost chastened.

“Okay, okay,” Dick grumbled, fruitlessly attempting to escape her hug-hold, “you can put me down now, I won’t do anything.”

She obliged and floated over to wear the other two were standing. Jason stepped up, looking to cut this reunion short.

“Look, if this lead turns out to be a dud we won’t be in town long.”

Dick stopped himself from saying Good. “What are you looking for?”

Jason turned to the other two, who said nothing. He supposed there was no reason not to tell him, “The Marrakech brothers are selling a huge amount of weapons. I figured if there was a buyer, they’d be here.”

Nightwing frowned at him, “It’s been quiet. It wouldn’t surprise me if that was because something big is about to go down. Batman was tracking an arms dealer earlier this week; maybe your cases are one in the same. You should ask him.”

Jason gave a hollow laugh, “Yeah, sure, I’ll do that Dickie-bird.”

“He’ll figure out you’re in town one way or another,” Nightwing replied simply, “might as well tell him yourself.”

“Why don’t you just tell him? And tell him and the rest of the bat-brigade to stay out of my way, while you’re at it.” Jason warned, “I didn’t come here for a fight, but if any of them want one I’ll be more than happy to oblige.”

“We don’t mean to cause you any trouble, Nightwing,” Kory interrupted diplomatically, seeing the look on his face, “and we would be so grateful if you alerted us to any information about these Marrakech humans.”

Dick’s face softened, looking at her, “I will.”

He took a step closer, and pressed a finger to Jason’s chest, “But this is Gotham, and we’ve got rules. If anyone dies, I’ll be coming for you, Red Hood.”

“Ooooh.” Jason replied obnoxiously, stepping forward as well, not to be outdone. Nightwing didn’t retreat even though their bodies were inches apart. Jason looked down on Nightwing with a smirk, “I quiver in fear.”

Nightwing apparently didn’t have a response to that. They stared each other down for a minute more, Jason glad he had grown up taller; his predecessor forced to look up at him. But his hard stare was making Jason’s mouth go a bit dry, and he could feel his heart pound loudly in his chest. After a moment that was much too long, Nightwing ducked away; for a minute Jason though the man was going to kick him, but he just cartwheeled backward and flipped off the building like the acrobatic nerd he was.

“Well…that went well.” Jason said sardonically once Nightwing was a black and blue shadow, growing more faint in the distance. He forced himself to breathe deeply and willed the heat in his face to go down before his teammates noticed.

“He’s more of a tight ass than ever,” Roy thought for a minute, and then, with a salacious grin, “with more of a tighter ass than ever. Maybe I should…”

Jason snorted in disbelief, “Yeah, I wouldn’t go there if I were you. He didn’t look too happy to see you.”

“He was happier to see me than he was to see you,” Roy protested, “plus, you don’t know how it is…that’s just our foreplay.”

Jason couldn’t hold back a laugh. He glanced at Kory, who was gazing off into the distance thoughtfully.

“He seemed distressed.” She said with concern.

“If he’s in Gotham he’s probably working with Batman,” Jason explained, “and that’s about the most stressful thing anyone can do.”

“What’s our move?” Roy asked.

“Retreat,” Jason said definitively, “Nightwing’s off to tell his dear ol’Dad that I’m here. We don’t need a confrontation; we’re supposed to be keeping a low profile. Let’s regroup back at the hotel with what we’ve learned.

Which, as it happened, turned out to be pretty much nothing.

Not a whisper from the Narrows. Nothing from Amusement Mile. As Nightwing had said, things had been quiet. Too quiet for Gotham.

Kory and Roy were discussing next steps. But Jason was distracted. His meeting with Nightwing had pushed almost everything else out of his mind.

Dick had looked the same as always. His costume bore the same ridiculous fingerstripes it had the last time Jason had seen him. He was still short (well, compared to Jason at least); he was still bouncy and bendy.

It was his attitude that was different. Jason wasn’t used to the hard, angry look on Dick’s face. They had only interacted for a minute or two back when Jason had first returned to Gotham as the Red Hood. But back when Jason was Robin, memories of his predecessor were of a laughing, lighthearted Nightwing, who flew through the air, and always made it look easy. Who was always surrounded by friends who loved him. Who always had time for a quick spar with Jason whenever he was at the manor (though he wasn’t at the manor very much at all).

But even when he was away from the manor, Dick lingered in young Jason’s thoughts. His easy smile, his toned, trim body. The warmth of his skin when he pinned Jason to the mat. And it had happened; first slowly, then suddenly, all at once. His jealousy of Dick, and his anger at Dick had morphed into admiration and passion. And suddenly, he didn’t mind so much when Dick called him ‘Little wing’ or ruffled his hair.

Jason had always figured it was a just a small crush; adolescent hormones combined with the fact that, for what seemed the first time in his life, someone was treating him with kindness. And he knew Dick would never want him back. But that didn’t stop him from scooting a bit closer when Dick sat next to him on a couch so that Jason could breathe in his fresh, warm scent a little better.

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That’s Dick’s soulmate. That’s the one who fits perfectly against Dick’s chest when they lay next to each other. Whose cracks and chips are soothed by the touch of Dick’s warm, soft hands. Who can only let his walls open and let the tears fall when Dick kisses his eyes and whispers to him that it’s okay to hurt.

Alfred slid a copy of The Gotham Times on to the breakfast tray he had just finished preparing. It was 10:00 AM, the earliest possible a vigilante who regularly fights crime until the early hours of the morning should be woken up. Alfred had prepared the usual: two fried eggs, six strips of thick cut bacon, and two pieces of lightly buttered rye toast.  He had a pot of freshly brewed coffee, and a tall glass of kale juice. Everything Master Bruce would need after a long night of taking and doling out punches.

But as Alfred climbed the stairs and proceeded to move down the wide hallway to Bruce’s room, he was distracted by a quiet whimpering noise. Concerned, he turned right to follow the noise, only to happen upon Jason Todd, the new Robin, crouched outside the room of his predecessor.

“Master Jason, just what are you doing?” Alfred affected in his most formal tone.

Jason was sitting against Dick’s door. He was grasping the handle like it was his lifeline, repeatedly trying to open it, but the door held fast; it was locked from within. He seemed surprised to see Alfred, and bit his lip nervously at his approach.

“Oh, hi, Alfred,” Jason replied absently, not straying from his post, “I’m just…waiting. Dick’s in there. He might need me.”

Alfred’s eyes narrowed at the sight of Jason’s red cheeks and uncomfortable squirming, “While I’m sure Master Dick will appreciate your loyalty, I am quite certain he can handle himself.”

Jason pressed his ear to the door and groaned as he listened, “He needs me. He needs an alpha, Alfred. Why won’t he let me in?”

“Because you are much too young to engage in such activities, sir,” Alfred said simply, “and Master Dick is quite aware of this.”

Jason leapt to his feet, taking up a defensive position in front of the door, “I’m not just some kid! I’m sixteen and I’m an alpha. Alphas are supposed to help omegas through their heats! Omegas need alphas! He’s not claimed; he should let me in! He should be my omega! Why doesn’t he respect my authority!” Jason kicked the door for good measure, looking a lot like the kid he claimed he wasn’t.

“Master Jason, you may want to rethink your approach. If you wish to win Master Dick’s affections, you must not treat him as though he is beneath you. He will not stand for it, and nor will I.”

“Affections?! As if!” Jason spluttered, his face steadily growing redder, “Just cause I wanted to-? I mean, that’s got nothing to do with…uh…”

Alfred regarded him with a raised eyebrow, and Jason sighed in defeat.

“So, you know, huh?” He said quietly, still glued to the door, trying to sniff at it subtly.

“Certainly, sir. And if I may be so bold, your habit of loud signing in the shower may not serve you to well in keeping it a secret.”

“Oh, who cares?” Jason snapped, finally relinquishing the door handle to cross his arms over his chest, “He’ll never see me that way. He doesn’t even respect me as an alpha! If he won’t see me as a mate then what’s the point?”

Alfred put down the tray on a nearby table and knelt down in front of Jason, “Master Dick was raised by a very powerful alpha who taught him that he should allow no one to treat him as less of a person because of his caste.”

Jason looked at the floor, abashed, “It’s not that I see him as below me…it’s just what I’ve always been told about omegas…”

“I understand, dear boy,” Alfred laid his hands on Jason’s shoulders reassuringly, “Master Dick is a fetching young man, and his caste would only make him more appealing to you. However, you must remember that just because you are an alpha and he is an omega does not mean that you will command him, nor does it mean that he will obey you. You will be better served by taking time to get to know him; treating him as a friend and equal, not as a prize to be won.”

A cheeky smirk appeared on Jason’s face, “I get it Alfred. Be friends with him. Then he’ll realize he can’t resist me.”

The butler allowed himself a chuckle, “Perhaps give yourself a few years as well, Master Jason. I have no doubt that you’ll grow into a formidable alpha and man.”

Jason stood up, “Thanks, Alfred. Guess I should leave now, right?”

“Indeed, sir.”

Alfred had just returned to the tray when he heard an unmistakable sound. A loud wail that softened into whimpers emanated from behind Dick’s door. Jason’s eyes went wide, his pupils blown and black, and everything Alfred had just told him flew out of his head as his alpha instincts roared at him to mate with the unclaimed omega. Jason flew at the door, wrenching at the handle with all his strength, and growling.

Luckily it was at this moment that Bruce decided to appear, clad in his bathrobe and rubbing tiredly at his eyes, “What’s going on out here? Jason?”

Jason perked up and, recognizing the scent of another alpha, planted himself more firmly in front of Dick’s door, posturing aggressively. Nobody was going to take his omega from him.

Bruce sighed, mumbling to himself about having to have a discussion with Dick, and proceeded to easily toss Jason over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The noise Jason made in response was very un-alpha-like indeed, and he kicked childishly, trying to get away.

Bruce hauled Jason downstairs to the kitchen, where he couldn’t catch Dick’s scent, or hear what he was doing.

it’s easier to go grocery shopping after patrol, when there arent as many people around in stores

that means they go buy groceries in costume because going home to switch clothes and then come back to shop is such a waste of effort when all you want to do is crash into your bed and sleep for hours

on one such occasion: the red hood and nightwing walked into a walmart, already arguing (”we’re not getting fucking 10 boxes of cereal, screw you–” “you won’t survive the winter.” “–you can have one.”)

they bought vegetables and fruits at the red hood’s insistence. also a strange amount of corn?? and cat and dog food.

they stopped at the milk section. “what percent of milk does A usually buy?” “uh. the normal percent?” “fucking shit.” they spent the next 15 minutes trying to deduce what kind of milk batman would like based on his personality. (”listen, i’m certain it’s whole milk.” “no, that asshole would absolutely buy organic gotham milk to support the local farmers or whatever.”)

“fuck.” “what?” “is robin vegan or vegetarian.”

neither of them remember so they end up arguing about vegan options while already holding two milk cartons (whole & nonfat; “listen, if they want something in the middle, they can just mix these in a glass, it’ll be fine.”) “almond milk sounds promising.” “what if he’s allergic to nuts?” “soy then.” “no, bad memories. coconut.” “the milk isn’t for you anyway, you asshole.”

after they decide on one almond, one coconut, they realise they have to choose if they want the milk to be sweetened or not.

cue another 15 minute argument deducing milk preferences based on personality

the coconut ends up being unsweetened (”it seems like it’d already be sweet, right?”), while the almond would be sweetened.

a long pause. “is anyone lactose intolerant?” “i hate you.”

as theyre looking at the lactose free options for milk, around 10 minutes in, the red hood exclaims, “fuck, the vegan options already are lactose free!” nightwing startles, but seems too tired to even reprimand him.

its 6 am

theyve been here for 2 hours

they buy 4 milk containers, a shitload of fruits and veggies, animal food and 10 boxes of cereal.

the red hood is not amused