“No, it's not a Christmas movie,” Jason defended. “It’s a fucking action movie so it’s a perfect suggestion for movie night.”

Bruce grunted, fully disagreeing. “Dick makes me watch it at Christmas.”

“Cause Dick’s a freak. It's a classic action movie!”

“Hey now, no need to be airing our business to our Father figure,” Dick said as he entered the movie room. 

Jason’s glare redirected towards Dick. “He’s an uncultured–” Whatever colorful phrasing Jason had been about to use to describe Brue was lost as Dick kissed Jason on the lips, cutting off the tirade. 

Bruce’s eyes widened, he opened his mouth to say something – what he didn’t know, but *something* – when a fresh cookie, still warm from the oven, was shoved in his mouth. 

Tim smirked at him. “Got the snacks, B. Did you decide on a movie?” 

“We’re watching John Wick,” Jason stated. “You know a move about an *actual* hero.” 

“Absolutely not,” Damian stated as he entered. “You know that is on my banned list.” 

Jason rolled his eyes, “Fine, brat. What do you pick then?” 

“Zootopia,” Damian and Tim said in sync. Damian shot Tim a glare but didn’t push the argument. 

“Oh, come on–” Dick started at the same time as Jason said, “Oh, I haven’t seen it.” 

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Jason. No one seemed sure what to say about the admission, so Bruce took it upon himself to push forward. “Well I suppose that is decided then.” he quickly grabbed the remote and began scrolling, hoping to ease the awkward air. After a few moments Damian snatched the remote wtih a “tsk” and within two clicks the movie was playing. 

Bruce sat back, letting himself sink into the moment of peace and relax with his sons as a movie (that they’d all but Jason seen at least a dozen times thanks to Damian) played on the screen. The strange scene of what transpired between Dick and Jason was packed away to be examined at a later time. 

<hr> 

“You’re wrong,” Jason stated plainly, glaring over at him. Bruce sighed, he was always wrong when it came to Jason. 

Deciding to pause for a moment, Bruce looked to the screen which showed the same information he’d just shared, and back to his middle Robin, hoping Jason would just look at the screen and accept the information. Bruce really didn't know what to say or how to communicate the information any better. 

A buffer between himself and Jason was usually the best way to go. Taking a breath and praying for the fates to help, he looked up and saw Tim heading their way. A flicker of hope lit in Bruce’s chest. Surely Tim would – Bruce paused again, considered his options, and had to conclude – Tim would probably make it all worse. 

As he approached Tim studied the screen silently for a moment then he turned to Bruce. “The answer is on the screen,” he stated, tone flat. “The contraband cargo is on the ship that will be docking tomorrow night. What's there to debate?”

Bruce sighed, preparing to explain. “Jason–” he started, but Jason stepped forward, catching their attention. 

“Jason is right here,” Jason interjected, obviously annoyed and ready to fight. “And you don't have to pretend–” 

Tim stepped up and  kissed Jason on the lips, ending the speech. . 

Bruce flinched – stunned – but Jason relaxed, all the fight draining out of him. Tim stepped back, ending the kiss, but his eyes remained locked on Jason for a moment. Bruce found himself unable to breathe, fearing the immitent explosion approaching. 

Instead Jason cut off eye contact with Tim and looked at Bruce, still relaxed. “Yeah okay, old man. You're right.” He wasn’t sarcastic, he wasn’t shoving Tim, he was calm and straightforward in his delivery. 

Bruce fell back in his chair as his knees gave out. He was confused, relieved, and *confused*. 

Jason shrugged. “Now that that’s settled, I’m out. See you upstairs.” He stepped around both Bruce and Tim and headed towards the stairs that led up to the manor without a look back. 

There was a heavy weight on his chest as Bruce looked back to Tim. He was confused, unsure, and he didn’t like it. “What was that?”  

Tim raised an eyebrow as he studied Bruce. Then he shrugged. “You just have to know how to talk to him,” Tim replied. He gave one last enigmatic smile before turning and heading to the stairs, leaving Bruce alone at the computer.

The kiss replayed over and over in his mind, keeping Bruce up well into the night as he attempted to solve the puzzle. What was the deal with Jason and kisses? He had seen Dick do it on movie night and now Tim. When had they become so casual with affections? Why did Jason seem to respond to it?

Bruce needed more evidence. 

<hr>

“It’s a soup kitchen! They don’t need more money thrown at them, they need volunteers to help serve!” Jason yelled. 

Bruce knew that. That’s what he was trying to help coordinate (along with the hefty donation) but it wasn’t as simple as Jason was trying to make it out to be. “Jason I know you are passionate about it–”

“Damn right! You haven’t had to struggle a day in your life what would you–” 

Bruce grabbed Jason’s head and tried to press a kiss to his forehead. He didn’t feel comfortable recreating exactly what Dick and Tim had done, but clearly there was some power in the show of affection. 

Jason gave a wordless shout as Bruce manhandled him down to give a kiss. Then he started actively struggling.  “What the fuck!” Jason slammed his head back and then forward, clipping Bruce across the jaw and forcing him back. 

“Back off old man!” Jason yelled, throwing a right hook up at Bruce. Bruce barely dogged before going right back into position, he was going to get his lips against Jason to test this theory! 

He went for another angle, trying instead for a cheek. The position left him vulnerable though and this time Jason’s fist caught him across the jaw. Bruce groaned, stepping back, and rubbing his face. 

Jason was heaving deep breaths, eyes wild. “What the fuck, you pervert.” He didn’t wait for Bruce to try to explain. He pivoted away which brought attention to their audience. 

Tim was studying Bruce’s face, a slight look of shock and confusion in place. Upon realizing Bruce was watching him, the expression cooled. Bruce tried pleading, wordlessly, just with his expression. Tim’s face shifted back to confusion, then he broke eye contact to look to Dick instead. 

Bruce followed his eyes and saw Dick was grinning. Not outright laughing, not yet, but clearly entertained by whatever he thought was happening. 

“I’ll go after Jay,” Tim offered, before he turned away. 

Bruce sighed. “Help?” he asked Dick. 

His eldest Robin’s grin turned completely evil and then he was laughing– deep and long, full belly style. “You’re such an idiot.”  

Bruce frowned. “I don’t understand.” 

Dick grinned brightly. “Then figure it out,” he challenged. 

<hr>

Bruce reviewed his notes carefully. He was going to figure out what was happening and why Jason was being so odd with Tim and DIck. 

His first attempt at recon was to invite everyone out for a dinner. Bruce thought that seeing them in a new environment would help. But Jason didn’t even show up on time. Dick ordered him a meal, and Jason strolled in as everyone was being served. 

He didn’t complain about being ordered for, and – to Bruce’s utter confusion – actually seemed thankful? There were no other clues presented to Bruce. Jason didn’t talk much to the larger group, instead he sat between Dick and Tim and seemed to have a quiet conversation between the three of them. 

Bruce was regaled with a story of Stephanie’s latest physcology class study, which she somehow related to him, and Damian’s random interjections. 

At the end of the meal, Dick pressed a kiss to Jason’s cheek before tugging Damian up. “Come on squirt, I promised you a movie.” 

Bruce jerked his attention back to Jason but he’d already disappeared. 

<hr>

The second attempt was completely accidental. He’d technically invited Jason to the gala but Jason was still not accepting his calls since the ‘harrasment’ incident. How an attempt to show fatherly affection was deemed as ‘harrasment’, Bruce hadn’t quite figured out but he was nevertheless still blocked. 

On the day of the gala though, when everyone was at the manor getting ready, Jason showed up. 

Bruce had a moment of panic, he hadn’t prepared a suit or anything for Jason. Maybe Jason could wear one of Bruce’s old suits and still attend with the family. 

But there had been no need for panic. Tim appeared with a second suit, like he’d had it the whole time, and it was a perfect fit for Jason, flattering and stylish. Jason thanked Tim with a soft kiss that the whole family witnessed. 

Bruce whipped around to see the others reactions– except there were none. Nobody else was watching at all. 

They all attended together and towards the end Jason even deigned to give Bruce a half smile. Bruce could have cried, that was as much forgiveness as he was probably going to get. 

So all the facts didn’t really add up. Jason would accept and give affection to Dick and Tim, but Bruce would get a punch. He knew it would be best just to give it up for a bit… but it was hard to let go of the mystery. 

Tim and Dick were clearly making strides in showing Jason affection and a new thought entered Bruce’s mind. Maybe it was courting… 

He contemplated this option as the Gotham evening wind whipped around him while he sat on a high gargorly. It was the perfect thinking spot. 

Below he saw a shadowy figure flip on to a roof top – Nightwing – and then a moment later a skilled rolled landing from Red Robin. Bruce watched as they seemed to discuss something, maybe their apparent courtship battle – until their lips met in an undeniable kiss. 

Bruce’s jaw dropped. Now he had a problem. 

His hands shook as he picked up his phone; he was scared to make the call but knew it was the right thing to do. 

The line crackled, then Hood’s distorted voice came on. “Ya?”

“Hey Jay-lad–”

“Don’t call me that.” 

Bruce took a nerve steadying breath and continued. “Well, I was just calling because I saw Nightwing and Red Robin hanging out together.” 

“.... So?”

“They kissed.” 

“...So?” It was hard to tell the tone through the voice distorter, but Bruce still felt his nerves rolling. 

“I– well that is… I was starting to assume…”

A huff came across the line as Hood began losing his patience. “Spit it out, old man.”  

“I thought they were showing affection towards you in an attempt to court you but now they are kissing each other instead and I’m worried that they are hiding it from you.” Bruce rushed it out in a breath, unreasonably nervous in possibly breaking Jason’s heart. 

The line was silent for a moment then, “…B do you think they are cheating on me with each other?”

Bruce felt his face heat but he gave an affirmative grunt. 

There was another pause on the other end of the line, then a breath, and then a strange crackling sound. It took Bruce a moment to realize the phone reception was breaking up as Jason laughed through his voice distorter. 

“So that’s not what’s happening?”

There was a crunch on the roof and Jason landed beside him. He yanked his helmet off and the line went dead on Bruce’s end. 

Jason was grinning brighter than Bruce had seen in years and there were tears in his eyes. “Wow B, you are fully forgiven. That is so sweet. No one is cheating on anyone though. I didn’t even realize you finally caught on to the romance.” 

Bruce frowned at him. “I don’t understand you don’t accept kisses from just anyone, as evidenced by my black eye, and you are admitting there is romance…” 

“B, we are all dating each other,” Jason stated with a grin still in place. 

The world titled a bit and Bruce stopped. “What”

“The phrase: ‘you have two hands?’ You know, polyarmory?” 

Bruce blinked. 

“Oh my god, you broke him,” Dick said as he walked up waving a hand in front of Bruce’s face. Bruce couldn’t quite understand when Nightwing had even joined them on the roof. 

“You missed how sweet he was being,” Jason practically cooed. “He thought you were cheating on me.” 

“Aw that’s nice B, good job on the dad thing today,” Tim praised as he slid up next to Jason. 

“But–” Bruce shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

“What’s not to understand?” Dick asked with a kind smile.  

Bruce clenched his fists, trying to find the words to voice his fears. “How do I walk you down the aisle if you get married? Who do I walk down the aisle with? How can I give 3 father dances?”

Tim snorted. “We aren’t girls, B. What the heck?” 

“Me,” Jason answered confidently. “I get handed off and I get the dance.”

Dick laughed, “There you go, B.”

Bruce took a breath, the world tilted back into focus. “Yeah that works.” He smiled up at the three of them. “Congrats, when’s the wedding?”

Laughter sailed across the rooftops. 

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Part of my Ask Game - Thanks for playing Anon!

Jason seeks it out, even.

And at first Tim is annoyed because Jason has Dick; why is he so enamored with Tim? Tim being upset on Dick's behalf until he thinks better of it because: Jason is Dick's. And Jason is offering himself up to Tim. There's a connection there.

Dick isn't dumb, either. He sees what's going on and indulges it and that's -- that's something. It's approval. It's taking something of Dick for himself.

Which is how they fall into a weird sort of thing together (but only occasionally; Tim is never a permanent fixture - it's all just good fun, right Tim? ...right?)

The nsfw portion:

something something Jason getting fucked at the same time we're talking double dicked and Jason is full and like - Tim could get used to this just saying

So, uh. It would appear I have a strong preference when these three come together LOL it can't not be done but for a more melancholic vibe, here's a little bonding thing with Tim and Damian because Tim->DickJay<-Damian and them having a brotherly moment of bonding over that?

Where they're both looking after their respective person

And Tim is so beaten down about it that he can't help but ask, 'how do you bear it?'

'I love him,' Damian would say. 'Most ardently.'

To which Tim would roll his eyes and find no comfort in the sentiment, grumbling a sarcastic, 'okay Darcy.'

Which Damian is ??? about because he doesn't understand the reference. So he'd click his tongue and bite back, 'Who is Darcy? Childish petulance is unbecoming of you, Drake. You know my name.'

'That's not what I--' but it's pointless. Tim heaves a sigh. 'Okay.'

No comfort though, no resolution. Tim is clearly just miserable and Damian doesn't know what to do about it. Their ways of looking at their unrequited love are too different.

But he tries. Because Damian does understand the misery in it.

'I do not know how I bear it, only I do.' He would admit. 'And I will - because it is for him.'

But his heartache is miserable, his lovelorn unsightly. There are days his jealousy puts him in a rage or strikes him dumb with hopelessness and resignation.

'He is happy and I make my peace with my absence in that.'

Which only serves to make Tim feel worse because what the hell, Damian? Tim isn't there yet. Someone so much younger than him is handling heartbreak so much better than him and that's another hit wthhhhhhh. Tim isn't sure he's the sort that can move past their jealousy and envy at all.

'I'm pathetic.' Is all Tim could say, scrubbing his hands over his face.

And Damian being Damian would say: 'yes.'

Which, ugh.

'Not with this,' he amends, 'but generally speaking - yes.'

'Ugh'

Omg Damian trying to be brotherly and lighten the mood because a despondent Tim is more insufferable than usual so he quips, 'It is part of your limited charm.'

And it gets a laugh out of Tim, however begrudging.