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"Little Wing? It's me. I was wondering if you had a file on..."

Dick was cut short by the sound of someone quietly shushing him. He walked carefully through the apartment, careful of the boots and armor that had been thrown haphazardly across the floor. A smirk spread across his face. There's only one person who could get Jason out of his armor that quickly.

When Dick rounded the corner, the first thing he saw was you sitting on Jason's old couch with the television playing softly in the background. "Oh, hey. Sorry if I'm interrupting. I just needed to ask Jason something really quick."

"Hey Dick. He's asleep at the moment. Want me to have him text you later?"

"Asleep?" Dick repeated quietly, as if it was the oddest thing in the world.

"Yeah, he's been out for a while now."

After coming around the corner, he had to stop for a moment to process what he was looking at. Jason had his head laid on your thigh and his arms tucked tightly between your waist and the couch. You were gently massaging his scalp with the tips of your fingers. He was also snoring slightly. It was a sight Dick hadn't seen since before...everything. The thought sat heavily on his chest, but he smiled despite it.

"Well, he looks comfortable," he remarked.

"He'd better be. My leg has been asleep for the past half hour," you joke.

Dick looked a little sad when he said, "I haven't seen him sleep this soundly in years."

"Really? This is how he always sleeps in when I'm over."

He smiled brightly. "Yeah? Well, we shouldn't disturb him. I'll text him later about the file."

"Would you like me to let him know that you came by?"

"Oh no, I think he'll figure it out," Dick said with a mischevious grin.

You shot him a confused look. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, nothing," he says in a sing-song voice before pulling out his phone and quickly snapping a picture.

"Dick, please don't put that in the group chat. He may actually kill you!" you protest quietly, trying to both reach for the phone and not wake Jason up.

"Worth it," he called back quietly, slipping back out through the window.

With an indignant sigh, you let him go without a fuss. Briefly, you considered calling Dick and trying to reason with him, but you knew from his face he had decided on chaos. Once a Bat had decided on chaos, chaos it would be.

Jason made a displeased noise in his sleep. Huffing, you resumed gently scratching his scalp and he eased back into a deep sleep. "Spoiled man," you whispered gently, but continued the motion

Beside you, the phone buzzed repeatedly against the table - a clear indicator that the group chat was already abuzz. When Jason woke up, he'd probably fold Dick like a pretzel for both the picture and breaking into the apartment. For now, he was laid comfortably on you and protesting when you stop scratching him.