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Tim Drake has freshly woken up and stumbled into the kitchen of the manor after a 56 hour binge of casework and a solid 5 hours of sleep. He was dressed in low hanging sweats and a tshirt that looked to have been used as bandages or something of the sort. In other words, cropped shirt and grey sweatpants with a solid strip of skin showing between. A toned stomach with several scars, some of which Dick definitely doesn’t know the story of.

Dick Grayson was completely blindsided. Since when was Tim Drake, his baby bird, an adult? Since when was baby bird an attractive adult? Isn’t he still like 12 years old and knocking on his door in Bludhaven?

Dick watched Tim nearly miss the kitchen stool and slid his own half drank cup of coffee across the island. Eyes still closed, Tim reached blindly and gave a deep inhale of the glorious scent. He hummed lightly, which came across more as a low moan. Dick turned around to pour another mug and offered that one out as well. His brain was still buffering with the sound that Tim just made and the sight before him.

“More?” Dick asked, and received a half hearted ‘no shit’ glare. Everyone had given up a long time ago on regulating Tim’s coffee intake. The last time the conversation came up, he stayed with the Titans for three weeks and only had contact with Alfred on an ‘I’m not dead’ message basis.

Tim finished his first mug and stretched, back arched and arms wide. Holy shit Dick did not need the image of all his muscles going tight and that look of satisfaction on Tim’s face. He ran a hand through his hair and made eye contact with Dick.

“When did you get in?” Tim asked.

Dick looked at the clock on the oven, “a couple of hours ago. B called me about this case that’s crossing into ‘Haven. It looks like drugs, we just need to pinpoint which city it’s starting in.”

Tim hummed. It’s not uncommon for Dick to work joint cases or sometimes just stay at the manor again. Damian needs the good influence since he’s still having trouble connecting to the rest of the bats and birds, and Dick doesn’t work at BPD anymore so he has the free time to support.

Brain finally having processed the sight before him, Dick realized he can’t remember the last time he saw Tim like this. He certainly doesn’t stay at the manor usually, and splits his night time activities between the Titans and Gotham. “I have plans with Jay soon to get lunch, did you want to join us?”

Tim finished off his second coffee mug and was getting up to get more from the coffee maker Dick was still standing next to. “That depends. What day is it?”

“Uh, Saturday?” Dick replied. He watched Tim sigh and rub between his eyes.

“Then no thanks. I have two expenditure reports from the last quarter to go over before Monday and I definitely haven’t started yet.”

“D-did you think it was Friday still?”

“I was hoping I had the extra day, yeah.”

“Okay well, maybe when you’re done we can catch up. I’ll be in Gotham for as long as this case takes so I’m sure we can find time.”

“I’m actually leaving for the tower Monday night. Maybe I’ll catch you next time.”

“Oh okay.” Dick watched Tim take his fresh cup of coffee back upstairs. Their relationship really hadn’t recovered from Bruce’s trip in time. Dick had tried reaching out several times now and each one felt like a colder rejection than the last.

Dick stood in the kitchen in silence for a couple minutes, thinking about how to get Tim to spend time with him. Maybe a case? Maybe some WE work? He sighed and checked the clock again. It was time to meet up with Jason soon, he better go get ready. 

Dick walked up to his old room. Recently he had been keeping more clothes and stuff at the manor. If Damian or Bruce asked he would probably move back in on a more permanent basis, but he liked the freedom of Bludhaven and the city definitely needed Nightwing. 

Dick came to a complete stop at the top of the stairs. Tim had just stepped out of his room, freshly showered and looking much more like a person than ten minutes ago. He was wearing tight athletic shorts and headphones, and nothing else. He was carrying a couple of old mugs and some wrappers from candy and chips. 

Once his brain re-started, Dick looked at Tim with an incredulous expression. “How can you eat like that and look the way you do?”

Tim smirked, nudging his headphones off his ear. “What do you mean?”

Dick floundered for a second turning a little red, “you know what I mean!”

”No, sorry I don’t. I especially don’t know what you mean when I’ve seen the sugary shit you eat.” Tim stepped up to Dick, stopping just short of touching. “What would I find in your pantry other than cereals?”

Dick turned more red. He could feel the blush creeping down his neck. Tim stepped back a bit and went around him with a little smirk still on his face. ‘I’m in trouble’, was Dick’s only thought. 

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“Jay, you don’t understand! When did Tim get hot? Where did he get those scars from?” Dick gestured wildly in the middle of the sandwich shop they met at. 

Jason took a sip of his soda and sighed, a look of clear amusement on his face. “Have you tried asking about the scars?”

“Since Bruce came back, I can’t even get him to be in a room with me for more than ten minutes. I definitely can’t ask about his scars. But Jay, when did he get hot?!” Dick took a large bite of his turkey club and pouted. 

“Probably sometime after his stint with the League.” Jason replied, knowingly. 

“When was he working with the Justice League?”

Jason sighed, with much less amusement this time, “Dickie, seriously? The League of Assassins.”

Dick paused in his chewing, a frozen look on his face. “Tim worked with the League of Assassins?”

“Honestly, did you even ask him how he got Bruce back?”

“I thought the Justice League did that!”

“Dick,” Jason said slowly, “Tim was the only one looking. He found evidence from all over the world and burned one of his best aliases. Ra’s was the only person that believed him.”

Dick’s brain stuttered to a stop again. “He told you all this, and I can’t be in the same room as him? You tried to kill him!”

Jason pinched his nose. “Obviously he didn’t tell me all this, I’ve tried to kill him. I just read his mission report.”

Dick seemed to calm down at that. “Wait, you actually read our mission reports?” He took another bite of his sandwich, giving Jason a considering look. Dick definitely had to find that report. 

“When it’s something as big as Bruce not being dead? Yeah. When it’s Demon Brat reporting he found another stray? No.”

Jason paused for a minute, chewing his BLT wrap. He seemed to consider his next words carefully before saying them. “Tim reached out to me before he left Gotham. Asked if I believed him about Bruce and wanted backup, but I was so lost in the pit at the time I told him to fuck off. It was rough with Bruce gone.”

Dick’s heart seemed to shatter. He had always regretted writing Tim off as crazy and still hadn’t had a good chance to apologize. “Have you talked to him since?”

“We’ve teamed up for a couple cases, but mostly no. I did finally get to apologize for the whole almost killing him thing, and he didn’t so much as blink before telling me not to worry about it.”

Dick narrowed his eyes. “He offered you forgiveness for almost killing him?”

“Well, he still lets Damian get away with his random attacks and murder attempts. I don’t think that kid is capable of an apology.”

Dick pouted again, but knows it’s his own fault for not apologizing just yet. Maybe he could Zeta to the tower and just get it over with? Or, he knows Tim’s at the manor right now. A quick conversation and they could be hanging out again! He pulled out his phone, sending Tim a text. Are you still home?

A reply came a couple minutes later. My nest? Yeah. Tim was not at the manor anymore. And also the manor was not home, which Dick did not entirely know about. Dick had never been to the Nest.

Jason watched Dick go quiet and finished his wrap, while waiting for him to carry the conversation. The guy looked even more distraught now. “Dickie?”

“Jay, do you know where the Nest is?”

“Yeah, of course. Do you not?”

“Every time I’m in town I only see Tim in the manor or at WE.”

Jason sighed once again. “I can take you over if you’re done eating.” Dick scarfed down the last few bites of his turkey club and jumped up. 

They made quick work of cleaning their table off and hopped on Jason’s bike. It turned out they were only five minutes from the Nest, which explained why Jason was willing to take him over.

As they parked and climbed the steps, it became clear that Tim hadn’t had a lot of visitors. Or more likely, a lot of visitors that used the front door. Dick took a deep breath and knocked twice. They heard some noises inside shuffling closer. 

Jason huffed, “Dick, would you relax? It’s not like you’re-“ Tim opened the door wearing an outfit similar to this morning’s. Which was athletic shorts and nothing else. 

Jason’s brain stuttered to a stop. Oh. I see what Dickie’s worried for. That’s a lot of skin. And a lot of scars holy shit. Was he impaled? That one definitely looks like a stab wound. And he’s toned? Jason had never seen this much of Tim, he’s in a full body suit like, all the time!

Dick pulled himself together marginally faster than Jason,“Tim, can we come in for a few minutes?” 

Tim poked his head out and looked down the street, like he was expecting to be pranked or attacked. “Sure? Is something wrong?”

He stepped back to let them in. Dick gave Jason a light push through the door. ”No, well yeah, but nothing new.” Jason was still looking around while Tim and Dick talked. It was much cleaner here than he was expecting. He really only heard caffeine horror stories about Tim, so he was expecting a lot of cans and takeout containers. In actuality it looked like Tim cleaned regularly. It was an open space loft with a large modern kitchen that looked to have some regular use. Definitely not what Jason was expecting. 

“Tim, I wanted to talk about when Bruce was gone.” Dick jumped right in, “I really wanted to apologize and I haven’t yet and it’s been killing me.”

Tim somehow visibly relaxed and his expression closed off. It was a little discomforting that he was able to do that. “Dick, you didn’t have to come here for that.”

“Yes, I did. I handled everything so poorly, and you went on this wild trip without backup, and worked with the League of Assassins? Which I just found out!”

“You don’t read our mission reports? That seems a little important to keep on top of.” Tim looked puzzled, “how did you know I was here?”

Dick sighed, “yeah, I’m starting to realize that it’s not my strongest suit.” He pointed next to himself, “Jason drove us over.”

Tim side-eyed Jason, “I never told him this address.”

“Baby Bird, you think you’re the only one that can find information?” Jason refocused on the conversation. “I’m sorry I told you to fuck off when you asked for help.”

“Don’t worry about it. I get it the pit was strong and stuff.” Tim said absentmindedly, scratching his left side. Right on top of a suspiciously large scar. 

Jason narrowed in on that, “Tim what happened there? It looks bad.”

“Oh this? Involuntary splenectomy.”

Jason and Dick both froze. “Timmy. Timmers. Baby Bird. When did you get a splenectomy? I feel like that’s something Bruce should know about. Especially an involuntary one.”

Tim waved him off, “It was on my trip and I was emancipated so Bruce doesn’t need to know anything. My medical file was updated, and I still take my medications and stuff.”

Dick reached out for an octopus hug that Tim swiftly dodged. “I’m so sorry! I should have been there. Damian was going to go back to the League and I thought if he had Robin he would stay and I didn’t know what to do.”

“Dick, it’s fine. I know you were in a tough spot. Was that all you came for? I have to get back to those expenditure reports.” Tim ran his hand through his hair, which was getting long again. 

Dick looked desperately at Jason, who sighed. “Do you want help with those? Dick is kind of a nerd and I have a free afternoon.”

Tim seemed to realize he wasn’t getting rid of them that easily. He gave a little huff, “Yeah, sure make yourselves at home.”

Dick tried reaching for an octopus hug again. This time Tim let it happen for about two seconds. “I’ll go grab my extra laptop. You still have WE credentials right?” 

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Three hours had passed since Jason had driven them to Tim’s home. Both expenditure reports had been verified and cross referenced. “Tim, you do this every quarter? Don’t we have a CFO?” Dick asked. 

Tim scoffed, “That homophobic asshole said one thing in front of me and it was straight to HR. I’ve been doing the reports for the past year. Lucius has been looking for a good replacement, but we’ve been busy.”

Jason got a dark look. Most of the bats took personal issue with comments like that. “What did he say?”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Nothing too crazy. He saw me with Kon when we were together. Made a comment about having a fag for a boss. Now he doesn’t have a boss. He’s blacklisted from all major companies in the area.” Tim got a dark look in his eye, “He’s never working again.”

Jason smirked, “Good, he doesn’t deserve to. It’d be a shame if something happened to him.”

“Something already happened to him. He lost every penny he had.”

“How’d you manage that?” Jason asked. 

“I didn’t do anything. It’s not my fault he made investments into shell companies I happen to run. He contributed very well to the Titans’ food fund.” Tim said, with an exaggerated innocent look. 

Dick looked startled. “Wait, back up. You were with Kon?” Even Jason side-eyed him this time. 

Tim pulled up his Instagram profile, scrolled down a bit, and just handed his phone over to Dick. Jason peaked over his shoulder, curious as well. On the screen were several professional level pictures of the Titans out of mask. Bart, Cassie, and Kon on a bench with ice cream laughing. Kon and Tim in a side hug, grinning. Bart scarfing down pizza with Cassie gagging in the background. A blurry picture of Kon and Tim in bed, reaching for the camera. Bart and Kon locked in an intense video game. Kon posed like a model in front of the Golden Gate Bridge. Scrolling up, there were several pictures of the Gotham skyline, somehow framed in a way that doesn’t look crime-riddled.

“Tim, did you take all of these? They’re really good. I kind of forgot that you’ve been taking pictures for so long.” Dick commented, “Do you have any of us?”

Tim scratched behind his ear and reached for his phone back. ”Well yeah, I started running around with a camera when I was like nine. I would figure I’m pretty good a decade and some change later.” He went upstairs to his loft, and a couple minutes later he came back with an album.

Jason blinked, “I don’t think I’ve heard this before. You were running around Gotham streets at night, alone, at nine years old?“

“I wasn’t running around Gotham streets, I was roof-jumping. That’s way safer! I only had one attempted mugging.”

“What were you doing at nine years old?” Jason asked, exasperated.

Tim gestured to the photo album he had just set on the table. “Taking pictures of Batman and Robin?”

Jason spun the album around and flipped it open. On the first page were several pictures of Batman and Dick’s Robin in action. Batman in crystal clarity swinging between buildings. Dick’s Robin in a back handspring, again in perfect clarity. Batman and Robin sitting near a gargoyle. These looked like they were taken extremely close to the action. On the next page were a few more of Dick’s Robin, and then the first of Nightwing. Robin holding a batarang. Robin kicking a goon in the face. Nightwing in the same handspring as Robin on the page before. “Heh, look Dickie you had a little fan.”

Dick looked at the album, heat rising to his cheeks. “You took these pictures that young? Have you always been good at it?” He flipped the page. “Jay, you look so adorable here!”

The three of them looked at the next page, and it was Jason’s turn to blush. On the page was Jason stealing the Batmobile’s tires. “You saw that?” He flushed, “Not the best move on my part, but it got me off the streets.”

The next picture was Batman holding Jason by his hoodie. Jason looked like a scruffed cat. Dick laughed, “Baby Bird you really got all the good shots. Have you thought about making a career out of it?”

Tim scratched behind his ear again, it must be a nervous habit they hadn’t noticed before. “Well, I was sending pictures to GCPD when I caught something nice and incriminating. Neither of you knew you had a shadow? Bruce never said anything after I started as Robin?”

“Wait, you got my Robin too?”

Tim gestured to the next page. Jason’s Robin on a bench in Robinson Park, before it became Ivy territory. Robin grinning, carrying groceries for an old lady. Robin taking a swing at one of Penguin’s men. Robin with a cigarette leaning on an alley wall. Robin dozing off next to his favorite gargoyle. These pictures felt more personal than the ones before them. 

The two guests looked at Tim, who was avoiding eye contact. “You were following us the whole time and Batman never caught you? That’s pretty ballsy,” Jason said.

“I guess he’s not as observant as he thought. It only took Selina a couple times to realize she had a tail.”

“You tailed Catwoman?!“ Dick was getting worked up again. 

“I’ve tailed everyone. Got a really good picture of Harley and Ivy at one of my other safe houses. They also didn’t notice me for a while.”

Dick had a protective look on his face, “Okay so, master photographer at nine years old and apparently a master at stealth. Is there anything else we should know about?” 

“I wouldn’t say I'm a master of stealth. I learned a lot from Lady Shiva and the League though.”

“Lady Shiva? Tim, when did you see her?” 

Tim sighed exasperated, ”Dick, you really need to read more mission reports.” 

Jason’s attention went back to the photo album. There were a lot of pictures of his Robin in here. “Hey Tim, you have a lot of pictures of me.”

Tim flushed and stuttered, “Well yeah, you started just after I was going out consistently.”

Jason examined Tim’s expression, eyes narrowed. Suspiciously avoiding eye contact and becoming increasingly red faced. He’s embarrassed. Why? These pictures are really good. Is it because it’s me?

Dick was examining the pictures of Jason’s Robin. “Tim, did you maybe have a crush on Robin?”

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Tim Drake was having an unusual day. After crashing at the manor, which he usually avoids now, and interacting with Dick, which he also usually avoids now, he’s not in the greatest position to deny Dick and Jason entry to his main safe house. 

They came offering apologies, which were long overdue and not entirely appreciated anymore, and assistance with WE work, which no one typically offers. It’s become well known that Tim is an efficient and effective CEO, having been in charge for a couple years at this point. Help isn’t usually ever the first thing the Wayne clan offers each other. Having his work halved and freeing up his afternoon is a pleasant surprise. Almost as pleasant of a surprise as having his nighttime activity purchases successfully masked in the budget that was just verified by two bat trained interlopers. 

And now they’re looking at his pictures? Tim has not known Dick or Jason to show an interest before. He really didn’t see a lot of either of them outside of casework or galas, which Jason has a habit of sneaking into. He’s caught both of them looking at his scars, which he made a point of not covering because he’s in his own safe house thank you very much. 

“Of course I had a crush on Robin. He was the light of Gotham. Now he’s a little murder demon.” Way to go Tim, blatant honesty to throw them off. 

Dick got flustered with his response, “You were crushing on me?”

“I didn’t not have a crush on you. Or Jason. Why do you think there are so many pictures of Robin and Nightwing? Batman wasn’t nearly as photogenic.”

Jason and Dick both looked at Tim and then back at each other. They seemed to have a silent conversation with their eyes, which reminded Tim of how much history the two of them had. Jason puffed up, “Everyone had a crush on Dickwing’s Robin. Did you see the way he moved? He’s still flipping more than walking on patrols.”

Dick looked betrayed, “I grew up in a circus! Acrobatics come easy to me.”

“Did you? We had no idea.” Jason replied, unamused. 

Tim hummed, “The Flying Grayson’s performance was definitely one of the best in the country.”

Dick whipped his head around, “What do you mean? Did you see it?”

“Well yeah, Bruce never told you? I have an eidetic memory and I was there for the last performance. It’s how I figured out the bat identities.” Dick’s face became an interesting mix of distraught and subdued. 

Had Bruce really not mentioned any of this? It’s like he didn’t bother with telling anyone anything about me. This is why I stopped trying to hang around the manor. Tim scratched behind his ear at a recently healed scar and got up. “One sec,” he said.

Tim went back up to his loft in search of his hidden floor cache. There was a specific place to step which revealed the edge of the hole, and at the edge was a switch that revealed a safe. In the safe was a box of memories carefully guarded by a code, retinal scan, and fingerprint. Tim figured it was time to part with this specific item. 

He made his way back downstairs holding a single unframed picture and handed it to Dick without saying anything. In the picture, Tim and his parents were posed with the Flying Graysons next to a large sign for Haly’s Circus. 

Dick looked at the picture in his hand shocked, “You really were there. I remember taking this photo, it was the last meet and greet before the performance.”

Tim shrugged, “You can keep that. I get that you might not have a lot of pictures with your parents.” Neither do I.

Jason watched this interaction with a light look in his eye, “You were there when Bruce adopted Dickie and me. You figured out our identities at nine years old. You trained with Lady Shiva and the League of Assassins. Is there anything you can’t do?”

Tim scratched behind his ear and shrugged again, “Get Damian to give me a compliment. Whistle. Sleep eight hours. There’s a lot actually.”

Dick spoke up, “Actually, Bruce never adopted me, he just fostered me.”

Tim piped in after that, “And I was only adopted for a little while before I got emancipated.”

Jason rubbed his forehead, “I’m the only Wayne here?” Tim and Dick made eye contact this time and got an amused look in their eyes. 

Dick had a large grin, “It’s probably for the best you’re the only one.”

Jason narrowed his eyes and shook his head while Tim smirked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Dick sputtered, turning red again, “You know what I mean Mr.I-had-a-crush-on-Robin!”

Jason smirked also, “Now Dickie, let’s not go pointing fingers. I could always tell Tim about our lunch conversation.”

Tim got curious, “What happened at lunch?”

Dick picked up a pillow from the couch he was sitting on and smacked Jason with it. “Nothing happened at lunch!” He denied, suspiciously, like something happened at lunch. 

Jason did nothing to defend himself from the pillow attack. He gave Dick a teasing smile, “Come on, it’s nothing bad. It’s very flattering.”

“Flattering?! ‘Oh, is there anything you can’t do?’ That kind of flattering?”

Jason, flushed very very dark, crossed his arms and replied, “I just appreciate the ability Dickwing, no need to throw it in my face. Baby Bird said he had an eidetic memory!”

Tim had a good idea of what was discussed at lunch with that comment. Well. He thought he did before the comment was made. Trying to change topics, he looked at the clock “Don’t you both have work you could be doing?”

“Unemployed.”

“Legally dead.”

Ah. Well that’s fair. Tim gave a little smile and ran his hand through his hair. He stretched across the coffee table to grab the laptops and photo album from their surprisingly eventful afternoon. “Thanks for the WE help, I really thought it would take me all night. No one really offers to assist anymore.”

Dick and Jason both flushed. Curious. Dick seemed to panic again, “Do you want any more help? Or we could watch a movie! I’m sure Jason would love to cook too. You have a really nice kitchen.”

Dick elbowed Jason at his betrayed look, “Yeah I’d love to cook. It seems like you have a good setup here.”

Tim sighed lightly. He didn’t have any other plans for the night. He had just finished a major case and was expecting WE to take up more of his time. He had no upcoming work because he was expecting to be at Titans Tower come Monday night after a board meeting. Oddly, he had free time. “Yeah we can do something. I have to stop at one of my other safe houses but that doesn’t need to happen until later.”

Dick jumped up, “What do you need? Which safe house? I can totally get that for you while Jason cooks!”

Tim waved him off, “It’s just an information packet for my Titans work. It’s not urgent, I can get it on patrol later.”

Dick sat back down. “You’re patrolling tonight? I thought it was Bruce, Cass, and little D’s rotation.”

“It doesn’t hurt to have extra eyes out. Especially with Steph transitioning to help Duke during daytime hours. There’s been whispers about the dock.”

Jason got up to go to the kitchen. He cracked the fridge and pulled out some beers. “Oracle keeps an ear out. It sounds like Gotham’s in good hands tonight. Maybe we could all use a night off.”

Tim took the offered drink from Jason as he walked back to his spot on the couch. “Either way I have to get that case information. I might as well.”

Dick jumped up again, “I can still go! Which safe house is it?”

Tim sighed. Once again it seemed like they wouldn't take no for an answer. “Okay, you do that and Jason and I can cook. I have ingredients for a Tuscan pasta I’ve been meaning to use up.”

“You can make Tuscan pasta?” Dick asked, incredulous.

”Yeah, Harley taught me a while ago now.”

”Harley Quinn?!”

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Dick learned a lot of lore today. Tim had a much more impressive history than he had thought. What kind of child was out taking pictures of vigilantes and rogues? And he trained with the League of Assassins! What is Tim like in a fight where he’s not holding back? Dick was alone with his thoughts walking the streets of Gotham, sans Nightwing suit, to pick up his bike from in front of the sandwich shop he went to for lunch. From there he’s headed to Tim’s safe house near the Bowery next. His nearest suit was back at the manor and he didn’t think to bring it with him to lunch with Jason. Civilian Dick Grayson is breaking into an apartment tonight.

He couldn’t change that he didn’t offer support in the past, but he can do better moving forward. It seemed like today was the most interaction he had with Tim in several months and it had been years since he had seemed comfortable around the rest of the Wayne family. Even Jason was around the manor more often to visit Alfred. 

Dick sighed and pulled the picture he had gotten from Tim delicately out of his jacket pocket. Tim had been right in that he really doesn’t have any other pictures with his parents. It was a precious and unexpected gift to receive given the way their history had gone to this point. He gazed at his parents’ smiling faces and tucked it away. Dick looked up from his thoughts, surprised to find his bike to be in one piece, with both tires in place. He swung a leg over, slipped on a helmet, and turned his key. 

The ride to the Bowery was quiet thankfully. He parked outside the address Tim had given him and engaged the electric locks on his bike. This area was much more sketchy than where the sandwich shop was. He entered the code for the apartment building as Tim said to and found himself looking at a much nicer interior than expected. It didn’t look like anyone had ever been here. He looked around and went to the specified apartment on the first floor and picked the lock. He disengaged the electrical traps Tim had mentioned and cracked the door. He didn’t see a single thing that could be considered a personal item in the apartment. It looked like a kitchen and living room set straight out of a catalog.

That’s weird. This place seems to have way better security than Tim’s Nest. Dick stepped further inside and called Tim. He picked up almost immediately. 

“What’s up? Did you run into a problem?”

Dick gave a sigh of relief at the quick response, “I’m in. Where did you say to look?”

“I didn’t. Can you promise not to mention this to Bruce? Do you see the empty fish tank?”

Dick looked across the room. There was indeed an empty fish tank on top of a large old fashioned entertainment center. Dick confirmed, “Yeah” answering both questions. 

“Under the castle decoration is a button. Press it.”

Dick walked over, following Tim’s orders. He hit the button and the whole entertainment center sunk into the floor. Behind it was an opening. Holy shit. “Holy shit.”

Dick walked through the opening. Inside it looked like the rest of the apartment building was converted into an open concept complex, not dissimilar from the layout of the Batcave. There were skywalks connecting where Dick was standing to a gym area with floor mats for sparring and a large aerial obstacle course. Dick gazed down and saw Redbird, the car and the bike, facing an outer garage door. He looked up and there were stairwells that lead up several floors to different areas. It looked like a large computer set up was on the top floor, and up just one floor from him looked like a lab was set up for testing. Was that a greenhouse? How did Tim hide all this from Bruce?

“Dick? Are you still there? I thought I turned off the lethal security measures.”

“Tim, I have no idea how to express how impressive this setup is. Where did you get all this from?” Dick paused, “Did you say lethal security measures?!”

“Dick, I was with the League for over a year and I’ve never claimed to hold Bruce’s rules. I follow them to the best of my ability but there are things at the Nest that are worth killing to hide.”

Dick took a second to process just what that meant. In the background he heard Jason ask, “Wait this isn’t the Nest? I thought it was!”

“That’s the point,” Tim replied. “It’s better for me if I’m underestimated.”

Dick refocused on the task at hand. “Okay so what am I looking for?” 

“Go to the Zeta tube connection on the first floor, straight across the building from where you are. There should be a flash drive that was dropped off.”

Dick walked straight across the skywalk. It looked like the Zeta tube was near the training mats. “Zeta connection? Tim, we really need to talk about how you are the best of us more often.”

“Don’t talk like that. There’s a reason Bruce doesn’t check in on me.”

That silenced Dick. “Does Bruce not know what you’re capable of either?”

“Considering I swore you to secrecy, that’s a solid no. I’m not entirely convinced Ra’s doesn’t have access to Oracle’s network so I created my own. Every time we speak he seems to know a little bit too much about what the bats are working on.”

That’s a concerning thought. “You haven’t said anything to Bruce about your suspicions?”

“Oh, I have. He’s convinced his network is impenetrable. I let him think that.”

Dick narrowed his eyes and made an inference. “You know better though because you’ve gotten in and out without him or Oracle knowing.”

“I will not confirm that.” Tim paused, “I will not deny that either.”

Dick huffed a laugh. It seems like Bruce really wasn’t as infallible as he thought. He found the Zeta platform and right in the middle of the floor was a little flash drive that said ‘The best robins are red’ on it. He stepped up and reached for the flash drive, and was met with a high voltage shock. 

“Ow! What the hell?”

“DON’T MOVE. DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING.”

Dick stopped and stood completely still. On the other end of the phone he could hear rapid typing. The Zeta platform went from an uneasy orange to a neutral blue color. “Okay you’re good. It’s probably about time I add people to the security protocols anyway.” 

Dick could hear Jason in the background asking to be added as well. “Was that one of the lethal ones I nearly missed?” Dick reached out again, without a surprise this time. 

“It’s probably best if I don’t answer that. We’ll see you soon.”

Dick sighed, “Yeah Timmy, see you soon.” He hung up the phone and started heading out the way he came in. He was curious about where the garage led to but that seemed like an adventure for another day.

As Dick locked up the apartment building, he realized that Tim owned an entire apartment building which had been souped up better than any safe house he had seen. He always knew that Tim had money but he didn’t think he had Nest money. Didn’t the Drakes lose their company? Dick turned and caught sight of a dark figure going into the alley across the street. He narrowed his eyes and proceeded to disable the electric locks on his bike. He grabbed his helmet and enabled a spare comm he kept within it. 

“Hey O, I’ve got suspicious activity spotted on the east side of the Bowery. Do you have anyone to check it out? I'm civil right now.”

“No problem, Robin headed your way.”

“Thanks O, signing off.”

“What are you doing in the Bowery as a civilian?”

Dick froze, frantically started his bike, and then responded “I can’t say, Jay swore me to secrecy. Bye!” He switched off his comm, making sure the GPS part was disabled, and headed back to Tim and Jason. 

Chapter Text

Jason took a sip of his beer and stirred the pot one more time. It turned out Tim actually could cook pretty well. The smell of Tuscan pasta was making him very hungry but they had already agreed to wait for Dick. 

Tim sighed, closed his laptop, and hung up the phone. Dick would be back shortly. “Thanks for taking over the pasta. It was either overcooked food or overcooked Dick.”

Jason snorted, “No worries, it’s been a while since I’ve been in the kitchen. I used to help Alfred all the time chopping vegetables, cleaning dishes, grunt work mostly. He taught me a couple good recipes though. I’ll have to show you sometime.”

Tim got that little half smile on his face again that looked like he could ruin you. “You’d cook for me?” He raised an eyebrow. 

Jason gulped his beer hard. “Yeah Baby Bird, I’m already cooking for you. Would you cook for me?”

Tim winked, “Only if you deserve it. Not a lot of people get to have me taking care of them.”

Jason’s brain buffered and he set down his beer. When did Tim get flirty? He turned the heat low on the stovetop and covered the pot again. This is what Dick was talking about. He put on a suave smile and ran a hand through his hair, flexing his forearm as he did so. “Usually it’s me taking care of people. It’d be a nice change of pace to not work so hard.”

Tim stepped closer, “Jay, you’d never have to work hard for me again.”

Jason smirked, “I guess we’ll just have to find out if I deserve it then.”

Tim leaned in even closer, “Be a good boy, and I’m sure we’ll make it to another night off together.” Jason froze, shivers running down his neck at the proximity. Tim reached around him and snagged his beer off the counter next to the stove. He raised an eyebrow, took a sip of Jason’s beer, handed it to him, and then turned around to return to the dinner rolls he was pulling off the pan. 

Jason was floored. Baby Bird was definitely all grown up now. Was this what Dick had experienced? Jason downed the rest of the bottle and walked over to the recycling. He’s going to need another if that's what is happening. 

Tim left him to his thoughts and returned to the living room area. He turned on a speaker and started playing something low and instrumental. He switched it up a couple times and then settled on a song he seemed to recognize. A couple minutes later he turned it off again and turned on the tv. He flipped a couple channels to a crime show they could make fun of from the kitchen.

While Tim was fiddling with his various electronics, Jason prayed for sanity. Luckily sometime throughout the afternoon Tim had finally put on a shirt, but those tight athletic shorts gave a very good impression of toned legs and butt. Definitely nothing on Jason’s own thick thighs, but you could tell Tim didn’t skip leg day. He was bent in front of the tv adjusting something or other and Jason was losing his mind. He went for another beer from the fridge, leaned against the island, and spaced out. 

Jason had never really considered just how much Tim had going for him. Incredibly smart, amazingly talented photographer, awesome fighter, rich, successful CEO, and he looked like that? It’s almost not fair. Actually it’s definitely not fair. Jason had to die to finally beat the malnutrition of his childhood. How did Tim have more scars than him? He was beaten to death, and still Tim looks like he’s seen more danger. 

Jason narrowed in on a set of scars around Tim’s ankles. He was held captive for a long time for scars like that to show. “Hey, Tim?”

Tim turned around, “Yeah what’s up?”

“How’d you get those scars on your ankles?”

“I was held captive by the Joker. He tried to brainwash me into becoming him.”

Jason choked on the sip he was taking. What the fuck? ”For how long?”

“I’m not sure. Bruce wouldn’t tell me. He wanted me to quit Robin after.”

“This happened when you were still Robin?!”

“Well yeah it was before you came back. I escaped the Joker, Bruce fried the microchip he used, I spent a ton of time with Leslie, then I killed him.” Tim scratched absently at his cheek. 

“But the Joker is alive,” Jason stated, doubtfully. 

Tim hummed, “Is he? He’s been awfully quiet for a long time. Dick killed him once too right after he found out about you, but Bruce brought him back.”

Jason stopped and stared. Bruce definitely doesn’t know the Joker is dead. Does this mean all of the Robins were killers? “He’s in Arkham now though.”

Tim hummed again. “Sure. The maximum security solitary confinement cell that gets one guard rotation a day definitely has a live person on the cameras.”

Jason gave up. This was not a topic he was emotionally equipped to engage. “Sorry about bringing up your scars.”

“No worries, those ones were pretty heavy dissociation for me so no bad memories really.” Tim was starting to zone out. 

Jason didn’t even know how to respond to that. He couldn’t imagine being brainwashed, let alone the emotional cost of the situation. He perked up a little and pulled up his pant leg, “Twinsies!”

Tim barked out an unexpected laugh at the action, and seemed to return a little more to present time. 

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Dick got back to Tim’s place some time ago. Dinner had been surprisingly delicious and conversation had flowed easily. The three of them were feeling pretty warm and fuzzy from good food and several drinks throughout the night. Now they were back on the couch. Jason was on one end, Tim in the middle, and Dick was sprawled out across the both of them. Jason had his hand in Dick’s hair, and Tim was picking idly at a stray piece of Dick’s shirt. Both men seemed to have made peace with having their laps full of the touchy man. 

Dick seemed to remember, “I reached out to O as I was leaving. There was something going on across the street from the Nest when I was heading out.”

Tim waved him off. “There’s always something going on over there. I’ve got tabs on all the major operations.”

“I made sure to disable the location on my comm though so no worries.” Dick started to fiddle with Tim’s hand, noting the hard calluses from his staff work and various little cuts across his fingers, likely from picking locks or electrical work. One looked like a cut from a knife, did Tim have his finger almost cut off?

“Thanks, you didn’t have to do that. There’s a magnetic field that scrambles location at most of my safe houses including that one. My primary comm says I’m near the Diamond District right now.” Dick stopped his inspection and pulled out his phone, checking his location. Sure enough, it’s reading in Bristol. 

Jason paused in his petting of Dick’s hair, “Baby Bird you are scary competent. It’s kind of hot.”

Tim shrugged, “It’s what I do. I’m not sure if Babs or Bruce know any of my actual safe house locations. I don’t really give them a reason to dig into the details I send them.” He leaned forward to reach the tv remote. The action movie they had put on to mock ended a little bit ago. The fight choreography was surprisingly well put together, which made the movie more boring than they had anticipated.

Dick thought about all of the little things Tim had said that day. It really seemed like he kept to himself as most as possible. “Hey Tim, tell us something we don’t know,” Dick requested. 

Tim shrugged, “I’m pretty sure you two are the only visitors this safe house has had. Unless someone has stopped for first aid that I don’t know about.”

Dick turned his head up, making eye contact with Jason. It’s a little more dire than they had thought. Tim really was removing himself from the bats. Jason redirected his attention from Dick to Tim, “That doesn’t count Timmers, we already figured that out ourselves.”

Tim sighed and seemed to think for a second, “You two are the first included in the Nest security protocols aside from the Titans?”

He shook his head again, “Nope,” Jason popped the p sound. “We knew that too.”

Dick piped up, “Come on, tell us something juicy.”

Tim smirked and set down the remote, “What do you want to know?” He asked, teasingly. 

Dick thought for a second. “More lore?”

“Lore? Like, my history?”

Dick doubled down, nodding.

Tim scratched behind his ear, and this time Dick could tell it was an injury he was rubbing at. “What happened there? Behind your ear?”

“Oh that’s not a secret. A couple weeks ago I got bashed in the head with a bat. It was bleeding pretty bad but it’s healed now. Just itches sometimes.”

Jason and Dick stopped their actions and looked at each other again. Timmers really needed better backup with how many injuries he’s got. “Well if that’s not a secret you’ll still have to come up with something,” Jason said, crossing his arms. Dick was dislodged by the action and sat up, flipping to lay the other way on the couch. This time his legs were thrown across the two men. 

Tim huffed and laid his hands across Dick’s knee, absently starting to rub circles through his pants, “Well Jay, what do you want to know? Since Dick made a bad pick.”

Jason hummed thinking for a second, also laying his hands across Dick’s legs. He settled one around his ankle and also started to rub little circles, “First rogue?”

“First rogue what? Interaction? One night stand? Fight?” Tim asked. 

Jason blinked. “All of the above?”

“Interaction, Catwoman. One night stand, Deathstroke. Fight, Penguin.”

Dick gasped, “Deathstroke?”

“He’s a rogue, right? When I worked with the LoA we were on the same mark and hit it off. We went our separate ways and didn’t stay in contact.”

Dick sputtered, “But I’ve slept with Deathstroke!”

Jason looked judgingly at both of them, “Isn’t he old?”

Dick glared at him accusingly, “Not older than Talia al Ghul.” 

Jason held his hands up, “Woah now, we can’t hold LoA actions against me.”

“Or me.” Tim piped up. “Besides, Slade is really not that old.”

Dick decided to leave that line of thinking there. “Tell us about your first interaction with Catwoman.” He demanded.

Tim turned a little red, “What is this, grill Tim day?“

Jason smiled, “What, is it more embarrassing than sleeping with Deathstroke?”

“I don’t think sleeping with Deathstroke is embarrassing,” Dick mumbled.

Tim paused his little circles on Dick’s knee. “Yeah it is.” He sighed heavily, “Catwoman had to teach me how to lockpick my own house.”

Jason laughed, “That is definitely a story, Timmy.”

“I was out a little earlier taking pictures one time when I was like, ten. The housekeeper came while I was gone and locked the door behind herself. I left my keys inside and didn’t have another way in.”

“How long were you locked out?” Dick asked, alarmed. 

“Three weeks. The cleaning lady went on vacation after dropping off food that time.”

“You were homeless for almost a month?”

“It’s so stupid. I was tailing Selena sometime during the second week and got caught. I asked her to teach me how to lockpick. She said she wouldn’t encourage bad kitties. The next day she caught me again and learned it was for me to get home. I didn’t want to tell the cat burglar where I lived so she had me practicing on random places she was targeting. I learned how to pick locks in under five seconds.”

“Did it just take you that long to figure out?”

Tim turned red again, “I was ten and Catwoman was giving me attention. I might’ve pretended I needed extra practice.”

Jason laughed, “So you were homeless basically an extra week by choice.”

Tim huffed and crossed his arms, “Well I don’t see either of you picking locks in under five seconds.”

Jason shrugged, “No you’re right. I learned how to kill in under five seconds instead.”

Tim scoffed, “That doesn’t make you special, we can all do that. We just choose not to.”

Jason’s eyes flashed green. “Some people deserve it!”

Tim held up his hands placatingly, “I didn’t say they don't. I was literally with the LoA for like a year and a half."

Dick shrugged as well, “No disagreement here either. Unless it’s in front of Bruce. I can’t deal with the judgement,” he thought for a second, “or Damian. I’m trying to discourage that one.”

They all nodded at that. They lulled into a peaceful silence and Tim went about picking another action movie for them to watch. Dick seemed to consider Tim for a second, “How’d you get away from Ra’s?”

Tim kept scrolling, “I blew up three of his bases and drowned him in a Lazarus pit.”

Jason barked a laugh at that. Dick was shook. Tim picked a different streaming service and went about picking a tv show instead. “I also stole like a billion dollars from the League and I’m in line as the next heir for him.”

Jason stopped laughing, “Like I said earlier, scary competent.” Jason went back to rubbing circles on Dick’s ankle. “Are you going to take over?”

Tim thought about it for a long time, “I thought about it but no. I don’t want to get into a blood feud with Talia, it’s bad enough Damian has problems with me. I can’t imagine what he would do if I killed his mom, he’d be annoying forever.”

Dick exchanged a look with Jason, “you think you’d win?”

Tim grinned proudly, “Definitely. Talia relies on others to do her work for her. It doesn’t go well if they’re already in my pocket.”

Dick looked a little stunned, “Are they already in your pocket?”

Tim winked and didn’t answer. He turned his attention back to the screen. A crime scene had appeared while they were talking. “I bet I can solve the case before either of you.”

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Jason Todd was surprisingly comfortable. Tim was tucked into his side on the couch, eyes closed and head on his shoulder. Dick had moved again, now face down with his head in Jason’s lap, arms around his waist, and was starting to doze off following Tim’s lead. It’d been a long time since he had a quiet night around people he enjoyed. The last time had probably been when he was running with the Outcasts prior to returning to Gotham again. He stayed in touch with Roy for the most part, but since Lian was born Jason had kept his distance. He hated to say it, but he could get used to this. The cozy night and a home cooked meal made him wish for more of them. 

Learning that neither Tim nor Dick had a problem with his way of doing things definitely helped. He’d never been in a relationship where he didn’t have to dial back on his morals, but Tim and Dick both already knew his history and his ideals. Jason turned off the tv and nudged Dick awake so they could move to a bed. Dick squeezed Jason’s waist a little and reluctantly let go. Dick got up, and reached to pick up Tim from the couch. Tim looped his arms around Dick in his sleep; Jason watched Dick melt at the action. Both men wandered upstairs in search of someplace more comfortable to rest. 

Jason was a little surprised that Tim was the first to fall asleep. He has a harsh reputation for not sleeping at all during cases. He must actually be comfortable around us. Then again, neither man really had a good idea of what Tim was like outside of casework.

It looked like the loft was one big area with a connected bathroom; it looked well lived in. Along the far side of the room was a desk with a triple monitor setup. The desk chair had a sweatshirt on it and a blanket thrown over the back. Next to it was an old fashioned cork board with several pictures of the Titans and various bats, all out of costume. On the wall closest to the stairs where Jason and Dick had entered, there were large poster sized pictures of the Gotham skyline. 

Jason and Dick walked up to the bed in the center of the room. Jason pulled back the comforter, Dick gently placed Tim in the middle and laid down next to him. 

Jason paused and took in the sight. He walked up to the side of the bed to lay on Tim’s other side. Dick pulled Tim towards himself to make room, the queen sized bed definitely wasn’t made for three fully grown men, especially when one of them was built like Jason. He laid down facing Dick and Tim; Dick had his face in Tim’s hair and one leg thrown over him. Jason softened at the sight, “What are we doing, Dick?” He whispered. 

Dick seemed to think for a second before responding, “Honestly I don’t know. I just want to be close to him. To both of you. But we’ve messed up so much when it comes to Tim, I’m not sure how to start building that back.” 

Jason considered his words and reached out, brushing Tim’s hair back, “Yeah I get that. I want to be close to you both too. Tim is definitely the best of us and I hate that I’m just now seeing it. He’s not a replacement, he’s something completely different.”

Dick snagged Jason’s hand and tugged him closer. Jason shuffled over and pulled Tim across himself, head on Jason’s chest. Dick threw his leg across both of them. Dick and Jason had recently been expressing physical affection with each other. Their dynamic had always been more close than friends, but less close than family. Dick and Bruce were on the outs for most of the time Jason was Robin, so he didn’t really spend time at the manor bonding with his “baby brother”.

When Jason came back to Gotham after his death, Dick had taken it hard. He made it a point to show up where Jason was patrolling and nearly got himself shot more than a few times. They had finally sat down and talked it out a while ago. Dick explained his reservations for handing off Robin, due to not actually handing it off by choice, and explained how Bruce had basically fired him. Jason understood as that was how it felt prior to him going to Ethiopia and then finding out Tim took the mantle. Both men had lamented over Bruce’s emotional incompetence and kept regular meetings to stay in touch. Their interactions had become easier and Jason had come to the conclusion that Dick was someone he wanted to keep in his life. 

Now, it seemed like he was coming to the same conclusion for Tim. He had not realized how detached Tim was from the rest of the bat family; he doesn’t seem to consider them as people he can rely on. Jason wanted to be relied on by Tim. And Dick, but that one’s a given at this point. 

An alarm sounded at the computer. Several things happened at once. In a second, Tim was awake and Jason was in a chokehold. Dick was suddenly being held down by Tim’s legs. He flailed and in an instant Tim’s thighs were locked around his head. “Baby Bird! It’s just us,” Jason coughed out. 

Tim’s hazy eyes cleared; he had been deeply asleep when the alarm sounded. He shook his head and released his grip on the two. The alarm was still sounding, so he crawled over Jason to get up and check. He slid into his chair with much more grace than a minute ago. Dick was still laying sprawled on the bed processing. He rubbed his eyes and said, “Not how I was expecting to end up between your thighs for the first time.”

Tim glanced over his shoulder with a contrite look on his face, “Sorry, not used to sleeping with others. Maybe next time will be a better experience.” He turned back to his monitors, “Oracle sent out an all-call meeting for half an hour from now, it must be something big.”

Jason checked his pockets for his phone, on it was a brief message summoning him to the batcave. Dick looked for his phone as well. He had specifically told Bruce he wasn’t available tonight, but that didn’t stop him from finding a similar text from Babs. 

All three shared a look and a sigh. Tim closed out his computer and turned his chair around, “It’s not an Arkham breakout, I would be the first to know. How much do you want to bet it’s something that could’ve waited until sunrise?”

“I’m not taking that bet,” Jason said.

Dick got up from the bed and sorted himself out. “We should head over now then. We’re pretty far from the manor.”

Jason sighed again, “I can take someone with me? Since we’re all coming back.”

Tim had an unreadable expression on his face, “We are?” Jason and Dick both nodded. 

Tim scratched at the back of his left hand, seemingly lost in thought. Dick seemed to be pleading with his eyes for Tim to agree.

Tim refocused, ignored Dick and held eye contact with Jason, “Alright we can take my car, if you’re good with letting them know we were together tonight.” Dick nodded and Jason shrugged, so that was that. “Follow me.”

Tim led the way back downstairs, but instead of heading for the front door he walked to the coffee table and hit a button on the tv remote. The wall near the stairs opened a doorway leading down. Through the passage was a two car garage with a torn apart bike on one side and a red sedan on the other. He hopped in the driver’s seat and unlocked the passenger doors. 

Jason whistled, impressed with the hidden garage and the work Tim was doing on the bike. He slid into the front passenger seat, “you really stuck with the red theme, eh?”

“Well it’s the model I based Redbird off of. It wasn’t actually hard to supe up.”

”You work on your own cars and bikes? You wanna work on mine next?”

“You wanna work WE for me so I have time to?”

Jason hesitated, “Eh, we’ll shelf that one.”

Dick clambered into the back seat, “I thought Redbird was based off the Batmobile.”

“Well I took a Batmobile and made it better.” Tim boasted, “my schematics are superior in nearly every spec.” He deflated, “Bruce would know if he bothered looking at anything I uploaded to the network.”

They all got quiet at that; Tim started up the car and hit a button to pop open the garage. Time to go figure out what Bruce wants.

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Tim pulled into the cave next to the Batmobile. The three of them stepped out in sync, catching the attention of others in the cave. Cass took notice of the easy movement. Tim seemed more comfortable around Dick than he had before. Steph whistled appreciatively at the car. She was always a fan of Tim’s projects but it’d been a while since he shared them with her. Bruce watched them move and narrowed his eyes, he wasn’t expecting all of them to come together. Damian made it a point to not acknowledge the former Robins. The three of them walked all the way up to the group gathered. 

“It’s nice of you to join us,” Bruce said. 

Tim ignored the dig. “Why were we called?”

“The Joker has escaped Arkham.”

Tim raised his eyebrows and turned to share a look with Jason. “Are you sure?”

“Approximately one hour ago, Oracle discovered the cameras in his cell had been on a loop. The guard rotation that was supposed to be stationed outside his door hadn’t seen any movement in the past month. Arkham has low enough staff numbers that they stopped sparing the extra attention on him. Oracle’s trying to crack the origin of the interference now and track how long ago he got out.”

Damian looked puzzled, “Who would have a reason to break him out? Harley Quinn has been with Poison Ivy in Robinson Park for months. He’s burned connections with every rogue in the city.”

“We need to get the list of all visitors to Arkham, related to Joker or otherwise. He couldn’t have gotten out by himself.” Bruce demanded. 

“If Cass hadn’t been looking into a different case, how long would it have taken us to notice?” Steph asked, troubled. She leaned closer to Black Bat; they were an open secret at this point.

Tim hummed, “It sounds like you’ve got a plan. Let us know when there’s something we can actually work with.” He turned back towards his car, Jason a step behind. 

Dick looked at them shocked. Jason had a huge reason to locate the Joker and they both turned away like it was nothing. He called out to them, “Don’t you want to find him?” 

They paused in their steps. “Of course,” Tim said easily. “When Batman and Robin have something we can actually work with.” They continued their trip back to the car. 

That made sense to Dick. He moved back towards the car as well, “Dick,” Bruce called out. “The Bludhaven case will have to wait. Joker takes priority.”

Dick nodded his head and kept walking. Joker always took priority. He ran ahead of Jason calling, “Shotgun!”

Jason sputtered and took off running. The stupid acrobat beat him to the car. “Hey Timmers, can I drive?”

Tim looked between the two amused, “Yeah sure. I’ll totally take the back seat in my own car.” He shook his head and tossed Jason his keys. He sensed something and swiftly turned around, Cass was standing behind him. She tilted her head, narrowed her eyes, and studied Tim. He froze up, feeling defensive. He’s allowed to let other people drive. No one asked usually!

Well, Steph has but she drives like a maniac. Their friendship had gotten tense and awkward after their breakup, and eventually Tim started spending more time with the Titans than with his ex. He’s also still a little salty at the whole ‘not actually dying’ thing from a couple years ago. 

‘You’re comfortable with them.’ Cass signed. 

“So what?” Tim answered out loud. 

‘It worries Bruce when you spend time with Jason. He still thinks he’s a wild card.’

Tim laughed in disbelief. “I don’t think he’s the one Bruce should worry about.” This was why he avoided the manor. He didn’t feel the need to explain his actions or defend his choices. Dick and Jason had gone quiet and were both watching the interaction. 

Dick had caught what Cass had signed, but Tim was blocking the view for Jason. He had a pretty good idea it was about him though. Jason marched back over and threw Tim over his shoulder, not giving Tim a chance to see Cass’s response. Tim laughed at the action, which broke the tension that was forming. “Don’t message unless it’s important,” Jason called over his shoulder. 

Dick softened at Tim’s laugh. It seemed like the former Robins really were making progress. He turned back to the car and found Damian, arms crossed. “Richard,” Damian greeted. “Will you be staying at the manor this week?”

Dick grinned, and reached to smother him in an octopus hug. “Don’t worry Little D, I’ll be around until the Joker case and the ‘Haven one are done!”

Damian tsked, “I do not require physical confirmation of your presence. Release me.” Dick sighed and complied with the request. “I will tell Alfred to prepare your room.”

Dick paused and looked back at Tim and Jason, considering how he wanted to proceed. “You don’t need to bother Alfred with that.”

Tim stopped laughing and Jason put him down. They were both approaching now. “How will he know to make your room habitable if I do not tell him to do so?”

“It’s okay Dames I can speak to Alfred if I need to.”

Damian sighed and rubbed between his eyes. “Must you be so difficult? I can tell him now to prepare your room.”

Jason watched the interaction “No need. Dickie’s staying with me.”

Dick turned red at the declaration and Tim snorted. More like they’re both crashing my place. Damian looked between the three of them suspiciously, “I see. Is Father aware of this?”

Tim rolled his eyes, “Bruce doesn’t need to know more than we already tell him. He doesn’t care anyway so long as nothing gets in the way of the mission.”

“It looks like you are already getting in the way of the mission, Drake.” Damian hissed. “Must you insert yourself in every conversation?”

Tim’s expression shut down. He was no longer amused and did not want to entertain the bats any more. He opened the back passenger door and closed it behind himself without responding. Jason glared at Damian, also not saying anything and went to the driver’s seat. 

“Damian, that was so unnecessary! Why are you always so mean to Tim?” Dick looked disappointed and also moved to get in the car. There was nothing else here for the three of them. 

Jason pulled out of the cave without preamble. The ride back to Tim’s pseudo ‘Nest’ safe house was mostly silent. Jason pulled into the garage and parked. Tim sighed quietly from the back seat. He really didn’t understand why Bruce felt the need to tell who to be around. Especially with the way Damian has always treated Tim, which has never been corrected. But sure, the guy that apologized for not being in his right mind is wayyy worse than the kid that grew up thinking murder was okay and still made multiple attempts on Tim’s life a year. 

They went into the apartment and Dick broke the silence, “Did I miss something? I thought you would be more worried about the Joker. Both of you have literally been kidnapped by him before.”

Tim waved him off, “That guy is totally dead. Bruce will waste the next month paranoid that he’s got something planned when he was killed almost a year ago.” He moved over to the couch and hit the button to close the hidden door to the garage. 

Jason moved to the kitchen and started pulling out leftovers from dinner to heat up. “Timmers told me earlier tonight so I wasn’t surprised.”

“It just so happened to be the one time Cass went to Arkham for an interrogation. Of course she noticed holes in the guard rotation.” Tim huffed, “I guess I should’ve ‘donated’ more money. Maybe they would’ve played the part better.”

Dick’s brain went into a stall, “Wait, what? The Joker is dead, has been for months, and Bruce doesn’t know anything.”

Tim nodded, “yeah, that about covered it.”

Jason passed a plate to Dick’s hands and settled on the couch. He put his feet up and reached for the remote. It seemed like they might be up a while longer now, “I’m glad I didn’t take that bet.” He took a bite of his leftover pasta, “wait, but does it count if everyone else thinks it’s important but us?”

Tim hummed, “It’s kind of a gray area. Probably best we didn’t bet.”

Dick seemed to process the conversation and took a nibble of his pasta absentmindedly, “Okay, I can work with this. Does that mean we basically get a vacation for the next month?”

Tim considered the question, “Yes and no. I’ll have to tell the Titans to take the case without me to keep up appearances. I’ll probably still be able to assist from here, but I definitely can’t go to the tower Monday night anymore.” Tim sat next to Jason and snagged his fork, stealing a bite off his plate. “You two can do whatever you want though.”

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Tim didn’t know what he was expecting by making that comment, but the energy in the room seemed to change. Dick set down the plate he was eating from, “Whatever we want?” He asked, tapping his chin. “Are you sure about that?”

Tim narrowed his eyes unsure, “Yes?”

“What if we wanted to stay here while I’m in Gotham?”

Tim relaxed and nodded, having expected the request with the way the two of them had been acting the last twenty-four hours, “I mean, we‘d have more space at the Nest. I’ll probably have to go there to keep Babs off my Arkham trail anyway. This setup doesn’t really do me justice.”

Jason perked up, “I want to see just how impressive it is. Dickie sounded amazed on the phone.”

Dick grinned, happy that Tim would allow them to stay with him. “I’ll need to grab some things from the manor. I left my bag there when I got to town.”

Jason waved him off, “You left plenty at my place last time. We can swing by on the way.”

They looked at the time; it was after two o’clock. “We can go when the sun rises,” Tim declared. “Let’s try and get a couple hours of sleep.” He looked sheepishly at his guests, “I’ve only got the one bed.”

Dick brightened again, “That should be fine Baby Bird! We were all cuddled up earlier.”

“You mean when I tried to kill you both?”

Jason huffed a laugh, “That was barely an attempt. I’ve done worse.”

Tim didn’t seem to believe him, despite knowing it to be true, “If you say so.” He turned towards the stairs and gestured for them to follow. 

Upstairs, Tim offered up the bathroom and spare tooth brushes. He left his guests to get ready for bed, stripped down to his boxer briefs and stepped into an old pair of shorts to sleep in. Dick was not far behind him and also stripped down. He hopped into bed and pulled Tim with him. They both waited for Jason to turn off the lights and double check the locks, a leftover habit from his Crime Alley days. It was a tight squeeze once Jason climbed into bed as well. They were fortunate to have stripped down, as the bed was warm with their proximity. 

Dick pulled Tim into his arms, similar to how they were laid previously, but Jason climbed into bed behind Dick this time. No need to trigger Baby Bird again by sandwiching him. They arranged limbs for comfort and seemed to be asleep within minutes. 

When daylight showed through the windows, the three former Robins woke slowly. Tim woke to find himself laying on Dick’s chest, Jason’s arm thrown over both of their waists. Jason was the next to wake, taking in the sight of his increasingly favorite people and kissing both of them on the hair in a show of affection that Tim hadn’t seen before. Jason moved to get up and Tim watched him leave discreetly. He didn’t know how to feel about the domesticity Dick and Jason seemed to want to throw at him, but he was open to the change. After all, they were the only ones that seemed to acknowledge Tim outside of the mission anymore.

Maybe this will help him with accepting Gotham again. It really needs the help but Tim was very close to returning to the Titans and not coming back. 

A little while later Tim could smell coffee and eggs, and started wandering downstairs to find Jason in the kitchen humming a tune. Tim watched him work in silence. He could definitely get used to breakfast being made for him. Jason noticed Tim seated at the island and poured him a cup of coffee, pushing it over in front of him. 

“Morning,” Jason greeted. 

Tim hummed, taking in the scent of coffee. “Morning.”

Jason took in the sight of his messy hair and the soft look on his face. It made him want to kiss Tim silly. He turned back to the omelette that was almost done and flipped it, reaching for a plate to put it on. There was already one completed omelette waiting, Jason anticipated the others would be down shortly after him. He put the freshly made omelette on a plate and walked over to Tim instead of sliding it across the island. “Can I kiss you?” Jason asked. 

Tim blinked at him owlishly “I mean, you want to?”

Jason nodded firmly, set down the plate, and leaned in, reaching to cup Tim’s face in his hands. Tim’s breath hitched a moment before the contact and his eyes slipped closed at the feeling of his lips pressed against another’s. It had been a while since he had a soft kiss like this. 

Jason pulled away with a gentle smile and went back to preparing breakfast for the eldest man. He pulled out a couple forks and passed one to Tim. He could hear Dick starting to move around upstairs and got to work on the third omelette, munching on his own between steps.

Tim stared blankly at his plate while Jason topped off his coffee. What about Dick?

Dick came shuffling down the stairs. He stopped at Tim’s chair and hugged him from behind, giving him a soft kiss on the shoulder. He stood there holding Tim in his arms watching Jason work peacefully in the kitchen. He was content where he was. “I could just not go back to Bludhaven. I don’t have anything tying me there.”

Tim turned over his shoulder to look at the other, “What makes you say that?”

Dick gave a little shrug, “I’m just happy right here. Why would I want anything different?” Tim melted back into his hold and Dick squeezed him a little before moving to get some coffee of his own.

Jason looked across the room at that and gave a little half smile. “We could do this all the time if you moved back to Gotham.” He passed Dick the freshly made omelette and snagged him around the waist. He turned Dick towards him to plant a quick kiss as he stepped around him. The kitchen really didn’t have the space for three inhabitants and Jason liked having that as an excuse for the little touches. 

Dick seemed to melt, “Thanks for breakfast, Jay.”

Tim watched the interaction. I guess that’s what about Dick. They looked so comfortable with each other. Do I look like that with them?

Jason noticed the thoughtful expression on his face, “What ya thinking about Baby Bird?”

Tim smiled into his mug a little tightly. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. Thanks for the food.”

“No worries, like I said you have a nice kitchen. It’d be a shame not to use it.” Jason said, settling onto the seat next to Tim. 

Dick stood across the island from them, preparing a kettle of tea for Jason. “I can see why this is your primary safe house. It’s a really nice setup.”

Tim hummed at the compliments, “Actually Selina helped me with the layout. She said it was important to spend time in a place that didn’t feel like a shack.”

His guests blinked at him, somehow not expecting that the cat burglar was helpful for anything not crime related. 

“Do you like, see rogues a lot?” Dick asked. 

“Sometimes. Harley stayed in touch with me after we worked together for the Joker stuff, and Ivy has the best marijuana so we’ve connected a couple times for that. Selina is kind of my wine aunt though. She thinks I need someone checking in.”

Jason snorted, “You do need someone checking in.”

Tim huffed but didn’t disagree. It was weird to him that more people seemed to take an interest in him lately. He pushed the remaining third of his omelette to Jason and got up to make more coffee. He passed Jason the tea Dick had just finished preparing and started working on the dishes from last night and this morning as Dick took his abandoned spot at the island. 

The room had lulled into silence, so when Tim started humming a melody it caught the attention of the other two. He was swaying lightly at the sink while scrubbing a pan. 

“Baby Bird if you keep that up I’m going to have to kiss you again. It’s too precious of a sight.”

Tim froze and looked over his shoulder, trying to gauge Jason’s intentions. 

Dick looked betrayed, “When did you kiss Tim? I want a kiss!”

Tim smiled, breaking the tension, “I’m not stopping you Dick.”

Dick got up and marched over to Tim, a determined look on his face. Tim flushed red but drew up a smirk and maintained his composure. He moved quickly, caging Dick in against the counter top. Dick froze, not expecting the movement. He flushed red, not used to being on the receiving end of this style of flirtation. Tim leaned in ”Are you sure you want to kiss me Dick?”

Dick’s brain stuttered to a stop and across the room so did Jason’s. Neither were expecting this side of Tim. Dick nodded and Tim curled one arm around his waist and the other on the back of his neck bringing him closer. “Last chance,” Tim said softly. 

“I’m sure,” Dick whispered. 

Tim pulled him down into a deep, toe-curling kiss that had him seeing stars. 

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Jason took in the sight of what seemed to be the beginning of a heavy makeout session and smirked, standing up. He saddled up behind Tim and pulled him flush against his body, planting kisses from his shoulder, to up his neck and behind his ear. 

Tim’s breath hitched as he found himself sandwiched between the two larger men. The sensations were making him a little dizzy, unused to this level of touching. He moved his hand from Dick’s neck to Jason’s hair and pulled. Jason gave a low growl at the action and pulled Tim even closer. 

Jason continued to try and leave marks along the entirety of Tim’s neck and Tim refocused on Dick, pulling him flush to his front. He slipped his tongue into Dick’s mouth, earning himself a moan from the older man. Dick’s hands had begun to wander to Tim’s hips and he started grinding slowly against Tim’s leg. At the same time, Tim could feel Jason start to thrust against his backside in a hard, slow grind as well. 

Jason snaked his arms around Tim, one hand going up his chest towards a nipple and the other coming down towards Tim’s stomach. None of them were wearing shirts already from their night spent together. 

Tim pulled away from Dick’s lips, taking a deep breath. Dick dove for his neck instead, picking up the pace of his grinding, centering himself with Tim’s thigh between his legs with intention. Jason scraped his nails up Tim’s abs, causing sparks of sensation that had Tim gasping. He angled down to kiss Tim deeply and continued to tweak his nipples, alternating. 

Tim pulled hard on his hair again, which caused Jason to thrust hard against him in response. His hand went from Tim’s stomach to his waistband hesitantly. He pulled back a second to wait for confirmation. Tim held his eyes and nodded. Jason dove back into the kiss and continued his trek down. 

Dick tugged off Tim’s shorts while Jason reached into his boxer briefs. Dick physically moved Tim’s hand from his waist to pull off his own briefs and continue his grind. Tim turned from his kiss with Jason and took in the sensual sight in front of him. Dick looked like the definition of debauchery, eyes completely blown wide in pleasure. Tim wrapped his hand around the flushed tip of Dick’s penis and set a steady pace. Jason’s hand wrapped around Tim’s length and both men seemed to gravitate forward, pushing Dick harder into the counter. 

Jason moved his free hand from Tim’s nipples down to his boxers and kicked them off, the three of them standing completely naked in the kitchen now. He angled his cock against Tim’s backside and thrusted earnestly into a steady grind that matched the rhythm of his hand on Tim. The only sound in the room was heavy panting as they each lost themselves to pleasure. 

Dick was the first to break, having worked himself up quickly against Tim’s thigh before his hand found Dick’s cock. He gave a high pitched shout as he came, falling apart in Tim’s hand. Tim followed shortly after, his cum catching on his own stomach and Dick’s. 

Jason leaned forward, catching Dick’s lips over Tim’s shoulder and smeared Tim’s cum on Dick’s stomach and chest. The sight of both objects of his interest completely lost in an after glow had him painting Tim’s lower back in quick order. 

Tim leaned back into Jason, giving Dick space to step away from the counter they had wedged him against. Dick reached behind himself for a glass for water, the three of them were panting lightly. Jason was cradling Tim to himself while Dick took a gulp of water from the sink. Tim had his eyes closed, content. Jason kissed the top of his head and tapped him lightly on the butt to move. “Come on Baby Bird, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Tim grumbled, but complied. He had found himself in the middle of the mess and it was already starting to run down his body. Dick set his glass on the counter and pulled Tim into his arms. “Come on, we can shower together while Jason cleans up in here. He seems to have escaped the messy part.” Dick said, eyes narrowing. 

Jason smirked and shrugged. He pulled on his boxers and moved to wash his hands at the sink. Dick sighed and smiled, moving to slap Jason’s butt sharply while he was distracted. 

“Hey!” Jason exclaimed, flushing red. 

Tim took note of his reaction. Maybe he and Dick could plan a night for Jason to let loose. 

Dick turned back to Tim and reached under his thighs, encouraging him to wrap his legs around Dick’s waist. Tim did so and laid his head on Dick’s shoulder. He was already a mess and he was feeling lazy in the aftermath of their fun in the kitchen. 

Dick carried Tim upstairs to the bathroom, dropping him off and going to look for clothes for all of them to wear. Tim busied himself with turning on the shower head and adjusting the temperature to just shy of scorching. 

Dick came up behind him and placed his hands on Tim’s waist while he was bent messing with the temperature. Tim gave a little smirk and turned around. “More?” He asked, mirroring what Dick had said the day before at the manor. 

Dick grinned, “I don’t know if I can keep my hands off you now that I know I don’t have to.”

Tim returned the grin, reaching for Dick’s hips and turning him around. He leaned Dick back against the bathroom counter and reached below the sink for a bottle of lube he kept there. Dick’s penis gave an excited jump when he saw what Tim was reaching for. He was quickly standing at attention again. 

Tim dropped to his knees in front of Dick, careful to not completely pin him against the counter this time. He leaned in with his tongue, reaching for Dick’s length without hands. Tim ran his tongue under the length of Dick’s penis from base to tip, wrapping his lips around his tip and suckling lightly. He made teasing laps and the mushroomed tip and alternated between pulling as much as he could into his mouth and applying pressure to just the tip. 

Tim took pride in the fact that Dick was a drooling mess. While he was keeping Dick distracted, he went about warming up an amount of lube on his fingers and snaked his hands around to Dick’s cheeks. Dick gasped at the feeling of a finger prodding at his hole, not quite going in but stimulating the muscle none the less. Tim slipped his finger in after a minute and gave shallow thrusts with both his mouth and his finger. Dick was completely gone. One finger quickly became two, and two scissored and stretched at Dick’s asshole like Tim was on a mission. Two fingers became three and Dick sighed, relaxing at the stretch. Tim pulled off his length and peppered kisses down it teasingly. “Hey, Dick?”

He hummed in acknowledgment.

“Can I fuck you?” Tim asked sincerely. 

Dick opened his eyes and found Tim with a dark, lustful look on his face. Between his legs, he was rock hard. 

“Oh god, yes please Baby Bird. I want you inside me,” Dick begged.

Tim gave one last hard suck on Dick’s length and stood up. He pulled his fingers from Dick’s ass and turned off the shower. He led the way back to the bed, “Come here, I want to see your ass bouncing.” Tim demanded. He pulled Dick to the edge of the bed and bent him over it. He reapplied lube to his fingers and reinserted them, scissoring to look for Dick’s prostate. 

Dick dropped his full weight on the bed when Tim found it, moaning loudly. No way Jason doesn’t come looking for us. Tim pulled out his fingers and applied lube, aligning himself. “Are you ready?”

Dick nodded, again mostly a drooling mess. Tim pressed in slowly and Dick gave another low moan. He wasted no time in nailing Dick’s prostate with slow, deep thrusts. He had no business feeling that big inside Dick. Tim snaked a hand around, squeezing Dick’s length and cupping his balls alternating. His goal seemed to be to drive Dick crazy. 

This was the scene that Jason walked into. The shower had been running for some time but the moaning clued him into something else going on. “I can’t leave you two alone for five minutes now can I?”

Tim grinned at the comment, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist his ass. His noises are so sweet for me too.”

Jason grinned back, “He does seem to take it so well. I bet you had him drooling and everything before you even stuck it in.”

Dick’s cock jumped. He liked being talked about. And praised. Tim felt his length pulse and gave a deep thrust, picking up his pace. ”He’s doing so well taking all of me. I know I’m a little bigger than I seem. I’m a grower.” Tim pulled one of Dick’s legs back and up, holding it to his side. The change in angle had him moaning louder, each thrust brushing his prostate teasingly. 

Jason had a hand in his own dick now, watching the show. “Do you think you can take more Dickie? I know how much of a cock slut you can be.” Dick nodded with a moan, completely gone in pleasure. Jason smirked “Do you want me to paint your throat? Or I can take a turn after Timmy.”

“Please I wanna taste you, can I have it please Jay?” Dick begged. Tim’s cock gave a jump inside Dick at that. Jason pulled off the blankets and extra pillows on the bed and laid down in the middle. Dick climbed up on all fours and Tim followed him without complaint. They readjusted with Jason laying back, Dick on all fours between his legs, and Tim behind Dick setting the pace. He thrust back in with a vengeance, setting a punishing pace on the eldest. Every thrust pushed Jason’s penis further down Dick’s throat until he had relaxed it all the way to Jason’s base. 

None of them lasted much longer. “I'm close.” Tim warned. He pulled on Dick at the same pace he was setting until they were both spilling over. Dick hummed and pulled off Tim’s cock, climbing into Jason’s lap. He wanted Jason’s load mixed with Tim’s. Tim watched the scene of he cum spilling out of Dick and onto Jason and leaned back on his heels watching the sight. Too bad I don’t have energy for another. 

Dick started bouncing in Jason’s lap earnestly, sloppy and stretched perfectly. Jason grabbed his hips and thrusted up, hitting that delicious spot in Dick that had him a mess. He pounded up into Dick fast and hard, coming to completion shortly. 

Dick melted down laying on Jason’s chest. “Okay, definitely shower time.” Jason panted. The three of them were a complete mess now.

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After the former Robins had showered and switched the sheets, Tim emptied the fridge of perishables and prepared to move to the Nest. He was packing a cooler while Jason was taking clothes, electronics, and some Red Robin gear to the car’s trunk, and Dick was finishing up the dishes from earlier. Just because he’s rich doesn’t mean he has to be wasteful. All that was left was throwing out the garbage bags and they’d abandon the place for an undetermined amount of time. 

Tim was taking the car over to the Nest while Dick and Jason took their bikes, planning to stop at Jason’s most recent safe house for their own clothes and such. They’d head in opposite directions and meet at the Nest in about an hour. 

“Remember to avoid cameras, Babs can’t see me or my vehicles but she can find you.” Tim reminded them. 

“You’re going to have to give us an equipment upgrade very soon.” Jason demanded. 

Tim smiled easily, “I have extras of the magnetic distortion attachments at the Nest. We’ll get your comms tuned to a frequency they don’t mess with also. You’ll be completely hidden from Bruce and Babs but still available on the comms for regular patrol.”

“When you patrol, where does your location say you are?” Dick asked, curious. 

“I actually have the magnetic distortion off for patrols unless I run into Catwoman, Harley, or Ivy. One time I scrambled to stop and do a riddle-off with Eddie too.”

”The Riddler?” Dick seemed surprised. 

“Yeah, he’s a sore loser. He left me threats for like two months after that,” Tim laughed. ”It kept him from starting shit in the middle of a Killer Croc rampage though, so worth it.”

Dick shook his head, he was starting to get used to Tim’s wild stories. He swung a leg over his bike. “We’ll see you soon Baby Bird.”

“Will you guys ever stop calling me that?” Tim asked, fondly. 

“Nope.” Dick and Jason responded simultaneously, grinning. They walked out front to where their bikes had been left last. Both men threw a leg over their bikes and headed out. Tim locked up behind them and headed to the garage, closing the secret door behind himself. 

Shortly after Tim left, he got a call from Babs. 

“What’s up O? I’m driving right now.”

“Hey Red, I needed your help.”

“Shoot.”

“So it looks like the cameras from the Joker’s solitary cell have been looped for the last ten months. That’s a pretty concerning amount of time.”

Tim hummed, “That’s really weird, I was just in Arkham three- no four months ago? And I definitely talked to him. I interviewed him for that case about Joker Venom being distributed. He kept calling me Junior.”

“You had eyes on him that long ago?” Oracle confirmed. 

“Yeah, it’s all in the case file.”

“Thanks Red, I’ll take a look. Something really weird is going on. I tried to trace the signal for the camera interference, and it took me through twelve different IPs before it traced back to the Bat network.”

Tim rolled his eyes, “Yeah that sounds fishy for sure.” Tim brightened a little, “hey have you talked to B about it yet? I mentioned a while ago I was concerned with the information the League had on our operations.”

Barbara seemed to startle, “You told B that you had suspicions the League of Assassins had accessed our Network?”

Tim nodded absentmindedly, then remembered she couldn’t see through the call. “Yeah, he said the network was secure because there were constant sweeps of the firewalls.”

Her tone seemed to sour, “and now we have an untraceable connection to the Arkham cameras. Sounds like I have a couple leads. Thanks Tim.”

“No problem Babs, good luck.”

“Oracle out.”

Tim sighed happily. It wasn’t good that O traced his hack but it made his job easier that Bruce didn’t take him seriously about the League. He just has to create a nearly untraceable back door that he can pin on the League and then lead Oracle to. He can make it look like Ra’s ordered a hit on the Joker out of anger. After all, he did nearly ruin his heir with mind control. They’ll deny involvement but Bruce would never believe Talia anyway, and Ra’s won’t meet with him since finding Tim better. He only spends time on the best. 

Maybe he should give Ra’s a heads up. Or maybe he can see if Ra’s will actually put the hit out and just claim the money himself. That would actually work pretty well. Ra’s would appreciate the deception once he discovered Tim’s actions, also. Maybe he’ll give me a legion of assassins this time instead of just three.

Tim sighed happily again, everything seeming to fall into place. He pulled out his phone and called Ra’s. He’d stopped using burners a while ago for Ra’s since he always traced the call anyway. If he wanted to kidnap Tim he would. They had a standing meeting every ten weeks for dinner and chess. 

“Detective, what do I owe the pleasure? We are not scheduled for another game for a few more weeks.”

“Hello Ra’s, I’ll be quick. I’d hate to take more of your time than necessary.”

“Nonsense Timothy, you know you are my priority.”

“Thank you Ra’s. I have a favor to ask.”

“Oh? You know that favors tend to have cost.”

Tim sighed lightly, “I am willing to exchange a favor of similar caliber.”

“I see. By all means, ask me your favor and we will come to an agreement then.”

“Batman has discovered that the Joker is no longer in Arkham. I would like you to place a hit on him.”

“A hit on the Joker? Why now?”

“He was contained. Now he’s not. I haven’t forgotten what he did to me as Robin.”

Ra’s tone seemed to darken. “Ah yes, that event seemed to have slipped my mind.”

“If you do put out this hit, I am willing to take a contracted hit in exchange.”

“That does seem fair, Detective. When we have fulfilled our end of the deal you will get a name sent to you.”

Tim smiled, “Perfect. Thank you for your time Ra’s. I’ll see you for our meeting soon.”

“And I you, Detective. I look forward to it.”

Tim hung up and pulled into the Nest’s underground access in Burnley, about a mile from the Nest. That went better than he had thought. He won’t have to do anything for the League if Ra’s was determined to pay his side first. He must actually be angry with the Joker still to have slipped up like that when wording the deal. Or his soft spot for me is pretty large. He rolled to a stop at what appeared to be an old subway dead end. 

Tim hit a button and the underground garage opened to reveal his Nest access. He pulled his sedan into a spot near Redbird and started to unload. 

He carried his cooler up the stairs to the main floor and out the secret entrance. The main area of the apartment looked abandoned. Eesh, I definitely could add some pictures or something. It’s been a while since I stayed here instead of just doing casework.

Tim sighed and walked to the breakers, turning on the power to the main apartment. This one was a little larger than his loft. Aside from the whole ass hidden base, it had two bedrooms and bathrooms, and a separate kitchen and dining room.

He unloaded his food into the fridge. He had made a couple trips up when he heard a knock at the door. Dick must’ve remembered the code to get in.

He went to the door, Jason had his arm looped around Dick’s neck. They waltzed in as one, each with a duffel. 

“You know, this place is only like, two blocks from my neck of the woods.” Jason said as he looked around. 

“Yeah that’s what keeps Bruce away.” Tim hummed. “Bedrooms down the hall, take your pick, I haven’t settled anywhere yet.”

Dick set his bag on the catalog couch, “Do you need help?” Jason followed suit. 

Tim’s heart warmed, “Yeah that’d be cool. I just have a few more things.” He walked towards the opening that Jason had just noticed for the first time.

“You seem to like your hidden entrances.”

Tim smiled, “I told you, it’s better for me to be underestimated.”

Tim led the way with Dick following close behind and Jason walking slowly to take it all in. He stopped in the doorway similar to how Dick had. “Holy shit, Baby Bird. This place is awesome, you’ll have to give us a tour.”

Tim grinned proudly, “It’s all paid for by the League of Assassins. Not that they know that. There’s a little bit of Bruce’s money too. Redbird was hidden in the Batarang budget.”

Dick paused his stride, “Speaking of the LoA, I got an interesting message from Slade on the way here. We have a standing deal where he tells me whenever there will be action in Blud or Gotham.”

“Did he happen to mention that Ra’s put out a hit on the Joker?” Tim asked, slyly. 

Dick narrowed his eyes, “Yes, he did.”

Tim laughed, “Well I’ll never take him for granted again. He works fast when he’s mad.” 

Jason crossed his arms, mildly amused “Timmers, we left you alone for an hour. Did you happen to talk to the Demon Head during that time?”

“And Babs,” Tim grinned. “My week just got a lot easier if I’m being honest.”

Dick shook his head and Jason huffed a laugh. “Come on, let’s get settled and you can tell us about it.”

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Tim, in fact, did not clue them into his plan. He gave them a tour and Dick was immediately transfixed by the aerial course and below them, Jason was fiddling with his gear. Tim had given him the portable electromagnetic field attachment for his bike and he was currently attaching it and testing comm frequencies. 

Tim took the opportunity to head up to his computer and send a message off to the Titans that he would not be able to leave anytime soon. He had sent a message off to their group chat and he received six messages from Bart immediately. Cassie said she’d be fine taking point on the case and Kon told him to shout if he needed help. He was still looking into the information packet they had sent over and would assist on comms when he could. He attached his ‘the best robins are red’ gag gift flash drive and started to sift through. 

It didn’t look like any of the usual big fish were involved, but there were several people missing in the last week. They weren’t isolated to a specific area and they didn’t seem to have anything in common. Tim could see why this was a team case. He almost wanted to pass it off to the JL. The Titans dealt more with crazies than with organized crime. Maybe Jason and Dick would help, they have organized crime experience. He had a feeling this was going to be a hard one for the Titans. Tim sighed, he’d have to connect with Cassie after this Joker stuff blew over. 

He set the flash drive aside, turning his attention to his own problems. It was likely he wouldn’t have to fabricate the back door in the Bat network. He was certain the LoA had one, he’d just have to plant the trail to it. 

He’d been poking around the network for about twenty minutes when he heard heavy footsteps behind him. Jason had come up to check on him and he brought a mug of coffee and some chips. Tim smiled appreciatively at the sight. He liked the direction the three of them were hurdling towards. It was nice to feel supported in a way that held no judgement. Dick and Jason had nothing but praise for him which he could get used to. They weren’t a bad sight either. Tim would remember the way Dick looked bouncing in Jason’s lap for the rest of his life. 

“Hey Baby Bird, how’s it going up here?”

“Hey Jay, it’s going fine. I’m looking for the League’s back door in the Bat network. If I get lucky I can trace it to their own network and steal a couple million more.”

Jason smiled, “My little genius,” he set down the coffee mug and gave Tim a kiss on the hair. “Let me know if you ever go evil, there’s a couple people I’d warn to stay out of your way.”

Tim grinned a little maniacally, “ Honestly I think I’d be able to take on any active hero or vigilante with enough time. You’d be the first to know though, Dick’s a little more morally grounded than us.”

“I heard that!” Dick called from somewhere below them. 

Tim laughed lightly. “You were meant to!” He called out. 

Jason hung his arms over the back of Tim’s chair, looking at his various monitors. He stood in silence for a bit while Tim took sips of the coffee. Dick joined them after a short while, pulling Tim up and seating himself in the chair with Tim in his lap. 

I’ll have to invest in a couple more chairs. Tim wasn’t used to having companions that were curious about what he worked on. 

When the Titans came they had used the training areas and the crime lab on the second floor the most. Tim tried to keep them out of Gotham business, but there were a couple cases that traveled across the city borders. He didn’t want Bruce to have a reason to question his choices, so the Titans were hidden as much as possible the few times they had come. His computer setup here was better than the Tower, so he liked to do most of his research here and just Zeta back and forth. The Tower was geared more personally towards Cyborg’s systems still so there were some things Tim just couldn’t do. Not to mention, working from here he can compare the Bat cases and Titan cases, and he could be around when they needed help in the city. 

Even when he dated Kon, he wasn’t interested in what Tim was doing, he was only interested in how to pull Tim away from his work. Kon encouraged a lot of breaks and didn’t see why Tim worked so hard for Bat cases when they treated him so poorly. It had eventually led to them parting ways. 

Dick and Jason understand the divide in responsibilities though. Jason still worked occasionally with the Outcasts and ran his crime empire, though it mostly ran itself now. Dick started the original Teen Titans, and had led several different teams over his vigilante career. Maybe a Bat or two was always the right choice for me. No one else seems to understand how we were trained to work. 

Dick looped his arms around Tim’s waist and settled in, kissing Tim on the shoulder as he did so. Tim got a soft smile on his face and turned his attention back to his screens. 

He worked in silence for a while with both older men just watching. He was working from within the Bat network using his own backdoor from the Red Robin system, O had yet to notice the connection. His hands moved quickly across the keyboard in front of him as he searched for the LoA connection he was certain was there. 

“Ah ha!” He exclaimed, successful. “They had it pretty well hidden but I knew Ra’s wasn’t good enough to know Bat projects without the inside look. He just pretends to be all knowing.”

Dick gave his waist a squeeze and stole a chip from the bag Jason had brought up. Jason looped his arms across Dick’s shoulders the next time Tim leaned forward. 

Tim had pulled several codes up on the main screen, with a program running a back hack into the League system on the secondary screens. If he had it his way, he would establish his own back door from the LoA system to the Red Robin one. 

As time passed, Jason had left to start making lunch. They had settled into the Nest close to mid morning and Tim had been working for a couple hours now. Dick was rubbing little circles along Tim’s neck and shoulders to keep him from becoming tense as he hyper fixated on masking his Arkham involvement. Tim was getting tired already, and the little circles Dick kept rubbing were helpful but started to pull his attention away. He stood up to stretch and reached for his now empty mug. Getting a refill would help break up the monotony of his task. “Do you want me to keep working, Timmers?”

Tim turned back to Dick, who seemed to have been paying closer attention to his work than he thought. He was touched by the offer, still not used to being offered help. Again. He smiled softly and leaned down to give Dick a gentle kiss, “That’d be great. If you want to focus on the League firewalls, I’ll be back shortly.” All the Bats had basic training with Oracle that came in handy. At the stairs he stopped. “Can I get you anything, Dick? I was going to get another coffee.”

Dick hummed, distracted by his task already, “Water? Zesti? Or coffee. I’ll take whatever’s easiest.”

Tim smiled and went downstairs. Back in the apartment he saw Jason was nearly done with some melts for lunch. I need an intercom system. He pulled out his phone and called Dick. He answered after the second ring, “Jason’s almost done with food if you want to come down.”

“Sounds good I’ll be down in a second.”

Jason turned from his task at the stove top and saw Tim watching him with a smile on his face. 

“What’s up Baby Bird?”

Tim shook his head, still smiling. “You guys just make this all easier. I really appreciate it.”

Jason flipped the last melt in the pan onto a plate and turned off the stove top. He walked up to Tim and wrapped him in a hug. “It’s supposed to be easy. I’m sorry it hasn’t been before. We both are.”

Tim hummed, wrapping his arms around Jason. Jason kissed his hair and they stood there for a second. Dick found them wrapped around each other and grinned. “You two are so adorable. I’m so glad we all came together, I never want to leave.”

“If you sell your place in Bludhaven I wonder how long it would take Bruce to notice. Like, we can set up a Zeta and you can still patrol. I just don’t know if he’d catch on.” Tim said thoughtfully. 

Dick and Jason held eye contact for a few seconds. “Timmy, are you asking us to move in? Like long term?“

Tim sputtered “I-I’m just saying I don’t think he’d notice!” Tim paused, considering. “You’ve said at least twice in the last twenty-four hours that you want to stay, and I wouldn’t be opposed.” He avoided their eyes and stepped back from Jason. “There’s plenty of room here for the three of us.”

Jason pulled Tim back into his arms and kissed his forehead. “I’d love to stay Baby Bird.”

Tim relaxed a little and they both turned to face Dick. Dick took in the sight before him and strongly considered what the future would hold for the three of them. He smiled slowly, “I’ve been looking for a good excuse to move back to Gotham and you two are the best ones.”

Tim sighed in relief and moved to pull Dick over to them. The three hugged sweetly, and Dick placed a kiss on Tim’s hair. Jason in turn, kissed Dick’s temple. “I think we have something really good here and I want to hold onto it,” Dick said.

Of course, a call came in at that moment, breaking up their peaceful afternoon.

Chapter Text

It was Tim’s phone that had gone off. An incoming call from Bruce. Tim sighed, strongly debating whether to send it to voicemail. He would, but he didn’t want Bruce trying to track him down instead. He answered it. 

“Bruce.” Tim said. The other two in the room rolled their eyes and moved to start eating lunch. 

“Tim.” 

He was not in the mood for a standoff. “How can I help you?” Jason set a glass of water in front of him. Tim sipped on it while preparing a new pot of coffee. 

“I just got off a long call with Oracle. She told me to take your concerns more seriously as the interference pointed back to our own network.”

“Ah, yeah I mentioned to her that I had my concerns a while ago about the League of Assassins accessing Bat cases,” Tim reminded. 

“I realize it was arrogant of me to not look into it.” Tim did not mistake that for an apology. “Would you be able to come to the Cave?”

“I would not. I have to prepare for the WE board meeting tomorrow morning.” That was not an untrue statement. Tim needed to spend some time still today looking at the rest of the finances.

Bruce hummed, disappointed. 

Tim sighed, “It’s the last meeting I’m scheduled for this week, I was supposed to go to the Tower tomorrow afternoon. I told them Gotham had a case I couldn’t step away from, so I would be able to meet tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.”

“That should work. Oracle is tracing the connection in the meantime.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Tim hung up and sighed again, tossing his phone on the counter. The three of them ate their lunch and talked about little things.

Tim spent the rest of the afternoon cracking the League firewall. He was able to install his back door from the Red Robin network to the LoA one, and plant a line of code that suggested the Arkham interference came from the League connection to the Bat network. After a light dinner, he reviewed the stuff he needed in order for the WE meeting in the morning. His two roommates? Boyfriends? Life partners? They’d have to talk about that… were getting ready for a patrol. Jason mentioned needing to check on the working girls and Dick promised Damian he’d be around this week and was planning to meet up with him. He got two goodbye kisses before they slipped out the window. It really was convenient for Jason how close they were to his territory, Dick however would have to go across the city to meet up with Damian. It gave Tim the freedom to reflect on what had been happening. 

It also gave him the freedom to order a couch that wasn’t the first catalog picture he saw. It really wasn’t comfortable. Jason had hid it well, but Tim had seen him shifting around every few minutes the entire afternoon. He foresaw the need for a king sized bed in his future too. And more desk chairs for the computer area. He actually had a lot of furniture to buy. It might be time to visit Selina. He scrolled through some online stores, and sent a text to Selina. There was a lot he needed to catch her up on.

Tim finished reviewing the expenditure reports they spent yesterday afternoon working on, and had emailed his agenda the meeting to Tam. It should be a straightforward meeting, it was just a tedious process. There was nothing else he could work on without accidentally staying up until his boys got back from patrol, so he moved to the bedroom. A good night’s sleep would help Tim deal with geriatric board members tomorrow. 

Tom got ready for bed, laying out his suit for tomorrow’s meeting and brushing his teeth. This apartment had a bathroom attached to the master bedroom, a large double sink in it with a jacuzzi tub. The other bathroom had a shower stall with high water pressure that Tim was looking forward to trying as well. The Nest had always been a little too much space for just himself, and Kon hadn’t liked staying in Gotham. It was already weird without Jason and Dick around; the bed felt much too large. They weren’t loud, but they still had a large presence. Maybe we could decorate the apartment together? That would make it feel more like ours, right?

Tim wasn’t very good at domesticity. When he was with Steph they never made it that far, and he lived with Kon at the tower, so he didn’t really need to think about making a place feel like home. Was this a relationship? If it was, it was moving very quickly. Honestly though, who cared if it was quick? They knew what they wanted, and it’s not like they’re going in blind. 

Tom knew practically everything about his two lovers? Boyfriends? They definitely needed to talk. He had been following them around since he was nine, either through the news and social media, or through Gotham. He knew about the smoking habit Jason still tries to hide sometimes, he knew Dick’s fake smile from his real one and how often he used both. He knew they had been meeting up regularly since Jason came back, and he had the locations for all of their safe houses including the ones they hid from Bruce. He knew Jason preferred tea because it reminded him of Alfred and when he lived at the manor, he knew Dick kept sugary cereals because he never learned how to cook eggs, and he knew he wanted them in his life. 

Tim sighed, climbing into bed. This one was a little more stiff and a lot less used than the safe house he had just come from. They’d just have to break it in.

—

Tim had woken the next morning to the smell of coffee and his men on either side of him. They must’ve crashed pretty late, the coffee was still warm. He assumed they had a good patrol, he wasn’t called for any troubles and he didn’t see any visible injuries. Dick had a leg thrown across Tim, and Jason had pulled him to his chest. It left a warm fuzzy feeling in Tim, but it was hard to extract himself from. 

The meeting with the board had gone as well as Tim could hope for. There are still a few board members that don’t treat him seriously, but his results show themselves. Brucie had shown up in full swing, which explained why Bruce had sounded disappointed on the phone. He usually didn’t like putting that act on in front of the Bats.

He had to meet Bruce shortly at the Cave. He headed to the Nest to change and drove Redbird over to the manor. There’s a good chance Bruce would actually be interested in the car; he usually pretended to be a little more attentive when he had a messed up recently.

Midday traffic kept his attention on the road, and Tim talked with Dick for a bit during his drive. Dick was visiting Babs at the library today. He looked forward to seeing Dick and Jason tonight, though it would likely be after patrol.

Tim pulled his car into the cave next to the Batmobile. Bruce was already at the computer, though he was still in his suit from WE. “Spending ten minutes explaining to Brucie that cutting the pie chart doesn’t lower the total cost of our expenditures was probably the highlight of that meeting,” Tim called out.

Bruce sighed and pinched his nose, “I’m glad one of us had a good morning.”

Tim laughed at his expense. “It just makes me look even more competent when I can handle Brucie, so I have no concerns.”

Bruce gave a grunt of agreement. “I have the patrol schedule for the next month done. I revised it in light of the new Joker developments.”

Tim opened the schedule on his phone and discovered he was on rotation to patrol tonight with Black Bat and Nightwing. He was on patrol every night this week actually. Cass was leaving for Hong Kong Wednesday, and Damian had school in the morning so it made sense that he would only patrol weekends. There was a good chance they’d see Red Hood out too, but Bruce didn’t plan for it. He would help if Tim or Dick asked him to, but Jason preferred to play by his own rules and usually wouldn’t go outside Crime Alley.

Instead of spending time on the Titans case I’m being put to work on something that doesn’t even matter anymore. At least it looked like he was with Dick every night, likely because Dick didn’t have a job right now.

“I’ll be on standby every night, but primarily working with Oracle on comms and finding the Joker. When Black Bat leaves, Batgirl will transition to a mid-shift covering afternoons and evenings to not leave Signal without support.” Bruce said. 

Tim hummed, “That makes sense. He’s your arch nemesis, of course you want all hands.” Too bad he’s dead twice over already.

Bruce side-eyed Tim, not expecting the comment. “Patrol will start an hour later until further notice.”

“I’d rather not leave Steph alone for that long. I’ll start on time.” Tim said, scratching his chin. 

Bruce’s eyes narrowed and he grunted. Tim inferred that it was with discontent, but at what he didn’t care for. Tim was an adult, he could do what he wanted. He wasn’t going back to being a Wayne. Unless Jason and Dick wanted him to be one. He’d rather be a Todd or a Grayson in that case.

“Tell me about your evidence to support Ra’s having access to our systems.”

Tim was glad Bruce wasn’t capable of being hung up on the comment. “In our last few meetings, Ra’s had inside information on active vigilante cases for both Gotham and the Justice League.”

Bruce’s eyebrows scrunched in concern. “When was this?”

“I log every interaction I have with Ra’s. The furthest back was the first time he came to Gotham after your return. The most recent was about two months ago.” Tim was due for his next chess match in two weeks. 

Bruce looked upset. “How often have you met with him?”

“Read my case files. I uploaded a report every time.” Bruce hummed and made a note on the computer. 

“Oracle and I will be examining the firewalls. She’s been working on increasing the security of the network.”

Tim nodded and sent an S.O.S text to Jason and Dick, requesting a bail from talking to Bruce anymore. 

Dick responded quickly, also needing an escape from Bab’s questions. “Dick will be here soon. We’re going to spar before patrol time.” Jason also made an excuse, citing a visit to Alfred this afternoon. “And Jason is coming to visit Alfred.”

Bruce grunted, distracted by Tim’s old case files. He’d gotten all the information Tim was willing to give him. Tim pulled out his laptop and set up in a chair not far from Bruce, in case he had clarifying questions. He worked on going over current R&D projects for WE and what budgets needed approval to proceed. They worked in silence for about half an hour before Bruce saw something that concerned him. “Tim, the amount of reports in regard to League of Assassin dealings is triple the contact Ra’s or Talia have had with myself and Damian combined.”

“What can I say, I’m a favorite of theirs.” Tim said, dryly. “Well not Talia, she usually sends ‘tests’ for me.”

Bruce narrowed his brows again, “Tests for what?”

“Ra’s declared me his heir. She makes sure that I’m up to the task if I were to ever take it. Mostly she’s trying to eliminate competition, it just hasn’t worked yet.”

Dick had just pulled his bike next to Redbird, and he had Jason at his back. “Hey Bruce! Jay said he was going to the same place, so I swung over.” Dick said brightly. 

Bruce grunted a greeting, “Jaylad, Richard, good to see you.” He said distracted by Tim’s reveal. 

Jason waved him off and walked over to Tim. “Hey Baby Bird, how’d the meeting go?” He came up behind Tim’s chair and ruffled his hair.

Tim smirked, smoothing his hair back down, “Brucie was there.”

Dick and Jason barked a laugh at Bruce’s expense, not that he noticed. Dick examined his screen. “Hey Bruce? What ya have there?”

“Tim’s reports featuring the League of Assassins.”

That caught Jason’s attention as well. He walked over and both men observed just how many reports there were. “Jeez Timmy, how often do you meet with them?”

Tim glanced from his screen at Dick’s question, “You’d know if you read my reports.”

Dick looked distressed. Tim cut him some slack and sighed, “Every seven to ten weeks with Ra’s and every six months with Talia. It depends on if I have anything interesting going on or if he wants something from me.”

Jason and Bruce looked a little shocked that he was able to quantify the amount so fast. “That often Baby Bird?” Jason asked

“Yeah I’m the Demon Head’s favorite. It used to be every month but I told Ra’s I was too busy to maintain that level of contact. He got Talia to back off a bit too.”

Bruce grunted again, probably displeased. And again, Tim really didn’t care. Jason walked back over to Tim and closed his laptop slowly, grabbing Tim’s attention. “Baby Bird, you’ve gotta tell us when Ra’s is in town. What if he hurts you?”

Tim huffed a laugh and softened at Jason’s concern, “If Ra’s wanted to hurt me he would’ve a hundred times over. He wants me to further his bloodline, he’s invested in my health. I’m pretty sure he’s just using me to keep entertained until he can figure out how to either clone me or combine our DNA artificially.”

Bruce frowned, “What about Damian?”

“Well if Talia had it her way Damian would be next in line, but Ra’s isn’t interested currently.”

Dick pulled Tim out of his chair and into his arms, “Ra’s can’t have you Baby Bird, you’re ours.”

Tim softened, “He won’t take me.” Just my spleen. If Ra’s figured out that I know how to clone, it’d be a mess. He looped his arms around Dick’s waist, “Ra’s won’t get anything from me, it’s just easier to play along. I’d rather be on his good side than have the entire League after me.”

Dick squeezed Tim tighter and kissed his hair. Bruce still seemed distracted by the information dump Tim had just done, but he zeroed in on the action. He squinted, uncertain of what was happening between the boys that had grown up around him. 

Chapter Text

Energy in the Batcave had been awkward after their discussion about Tim’s interactions with the LoA. Dick and Jason wanted to be affectionate with each other and with Tim, but did not want Bruce interfering. Dick and Tim made their way to the locker room and then the training area. Dick had been able to tell that Tim was consciously not pulling certain moves. He was keyed into how Tim’s analyzing gaze seemed to take in the spar at an alarming rate. Any time he thought Bruce was looking over, he’d deliberately misstep or swing his staff wide. Dick wondered what he would be like if he wasn’t holding back. Tim didn’t seem to have the same raw strength that Jason or Dick himself had, but he was tactical to the last step. He was constantly moving, difficult to pin down and fun to fight. Using flips and handsprings that mirrored Dick’s own, Tim seemed to have some sort of basis in every fight style Dick had presented in their spar. It was extremely attractive. 

Jason had gone upstairs to visit with Alfred. Dick was pretty sure they had a little book club meeting every week or so, at least they always seemed to be talking about books when Dick had gone by.

Dick had visited Babs earlier, and she had questions about Jason for him. She seemed to like teasing them, she always said she could tell they were destined for each other from the way they both fought Bruce. And of course she had started asking about why he was in the Bowery. Specifically because when he called, his location said he was about a hundred yards into the port. Tim’s location scramble around his safe houses was thorough. He had honestly told Babs he didn’t know his location was reading there. She had demanded checking over his comms. It’s a good thing Tim hadn’t upgraded his gear yet; Jason had insisted he wanted his first.

Dick had geared up after their spar and was heading out to the Diamond District area. He knew Tim was headed that way also and was hoping for a few minutes together. He spotted Red Robin on the rooftop of a high rise complex and shot his grapple to meet him. Dick had waited all day to kiss Tim silly. 

Tim turned towards the sound of his grapple, seeming to expect Dick. This time though, Dick knew what he wanted and he didn’t want to wait. In an instant, he landed on the roof and had Tim crowded against a service door. A second later he had Tim lifted by his legs and wrapped around Dick’s waist. Tim seemed breathless at the action. 

When Tim had his legs secured around Dick, he raised a hand to Tim’s face and pulled him closer into a deep kiss. Tim’s breath hitched and he melted into the kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. 

Dick pulled back for a second, “I’ve been wanting to do that all afternoon. Watching the way you moved in the Cave had me going crazy. You’re so sexy, Baby Bird.” He leaned back into the kiss and reached around, cupping Tim’s ass with both hands. Dick started in on Tim’s neck, determined to leave marks. 

Tim grinned between kisses and tugged at Dick’s hair. “We’re a little exposed up here Dickie.”

“I don’t care, Baby Bird. Let everyone know you’re mine.”

Tim’s eyes went wide, he reached for his gauntlet and tapped a few buttons. It flashed, and he pulled out his comm, sticking it into one of the pouches on his belt. Dick pulled out his comm too, inferring Tim activated his location scrambler. He reached for the belt of the Red Robin suit, but Tim slapped his hand away. He hit a couple buttons in a specific order on his gauntlet and then reached for a release on the side of his suit. 

Dick raised his eyebrows, but didn’t comment. Whatever got Tim’s pants off fastest. The Nightwing suit wasn’t nearly as high tech, it gave away at a nearly invisible seam at the waist. Most versions of his suit were one piece, but Dick knew he was on a mission tonight. He pulled Tim’s pants down as far as he could without compromising distance between them. His fingers brushed a jock strap, but no underwear. Dick’s cock jumped at the thought. “Do you have anything, Baby Bird?”

Tim thought for a second, “I have this condom a shelter was passing out last week.” He reached into his belt again, and pulled it out. Dick set Tim back on his feet and took the condom. They’d make it work. Dick turned Tim to face the door and dropped to his knees, spreading Tim’s cheeks. 

Dick licked a stripe up his crack. “Is this okay Baby Bird?”

Tim nodded and thrust his hips back. They were both worked up at this point. Dick hummed and dove in to lick and suck at Tim’s asshole. After a few minutes he wrapped a hand around Tim’s cock from where he could reach and gave it a couple sharp tugs. Tim cried out, cumming quickly. He coated Dick’s gloved hand and dripped a bit onto the roof door they were against. Dick used Tim’s own cum to lubricate his hand. He inserted one finger giving shallow thrusts until Tim was pressing back, meeting him. He squeezed in a second one and kept lapping at Tim’s rim. Dick didn’t want to be caught, but he didn’t want Tim hurting either. 

He scissored his fingers wide, stretching as quickly as he dared. “Please Dick, I want you.”

“One second Baby Bird, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can take it. What I can’t take is waiting any longer.”

Dick ripped open the condom with his teeth and one hand, rolling it on while working Tim open. “If you can take two more fingers, I’ll give you a prize.”

Dick inserted a third finger and Tim whined, thrusting back to meet him. He really did seem ready, but Dick told him it had to be two more. Tim physically reached around, sticking his own fingers in with Dick’s and they worked together to spread him wide. “Dickie, I’m going crazy. Fuck me already.”

Dick didn’t need to be told twice. He spit once more at Tim’s asshole and stood up. He held out his hand “Spit.” Tim spit as much as possible and Dick rubbed it onto his cock. He lined himself up, and thrust in roughly. Tim moaned filthy and Dick set a steady pace, Tim’s cum and spit smoothing the way. Tim met him thrust for thrust, but he wanted to see the look on his face when he came undone again. Dick pulled out and the Red Robin suit pants were tossed aside. He wrapped Tim’s legs around his waist and lined himself up again leaning heavier into the door. Dick ground deep into Tim’s ass and gave shallow thrusts against his prostate driving Tim wild. 

“Give it to me Dick, I want your load.”

“You wanna run around Gotham plugged up from me?”

“Please,” Tim begged. 

Dick growled, thrusting deep and spilling into the condom. He breathed for a second and set Tim back on his feet, and dropped down to finish him off with his mouth. He slurped at Tim’s tip and thrust forward taking as much of Tim’s length as he could. Tim gasped at the motion and seconds later was spilling far down Dick’s throat. Dick pulled off and bit at Tim’s thigh, sucking a dark mark. Tim pulled his hair in response, panting for breath. He hadn’t considered plugs before. 

Dick reached over grabbing Tim’s pants and passing them over. Tim adjusted himself and redressed. Dick tied off the condom and tossed it aside. The rooftop was filthy as is. When they were both situated they heard a voice. 

“Well, not sure I expected to see that on my rooftop.”

Dick whipped around on defense and Tim flushed red. “Hey Cat,” He mumbled. 

Selina Kyle slinked out of the darkness and strolled across the roof. “Kitten, when you said you wanted to catch up I didn’t think I’d missed that much. You’ve bagged yourself a bird.”

Tim scratched the back of his head, “Or two.” 

“Two?” Catwoman smiled, “That’s my boy.”

Tim sighed in resignation, “What will it take to forget this?”

“Why Kitty, I don’t think I could ever forget a moment like this. I’ll be scarred for life!” Selina said, perfect tone of fake innocence. 

Tim narrowed his eyes, “I’ll give you the picture I got of you and Batman last month.”

Catwoman smirked, “That might make me forget.”

Tim narrowed his eyes further, “And the picture I got of Harley and Ivy from a couple weeks ago.”

Selina hummed, “That would definitely make me forget what I saw.”

Dick sighed. Was this like meeting the in-laws? Probably not a great first impression.

Chapter Text

So Kitten, how much of this are you hiding from the Big Bat?”

Tim narrowed his eyes, “How much did you actually see?”

“Hm, I don’t remember.” Catwoman said, airily. 

“That’s what I thought. I’ll swing by later?”

“Sure thing, Kitty. I’d hug you but you smell like sex. You’ll have to tell me all about your two pretty birds.”

Dick looked between the two and put his comm back in. He wondered what Jason would think of what had just happened. They were still on patrol, maybe they’d catch him out. 

“Yeah Cat, just as soon as you make it official with Bats.” Tim teased back. It probably wasn’t the worst thing Selina had seen, it was Gotham after all. 

She turned to Dick, suddenly serious. “Watch his back Nightwing, he doesn’t have another spleen to give the cause.”

Dick reached for Tim’s hand, “If I can’t watch it, Hood will. Red Robin will always matter more than the cause.”

Selina raised one brow, “Red Hood?”

Dick scratched his head sheepishly, “Well, you did say two pretty birds. We’re very taken with your kitten.” He looked over to Tim with a soft smile. Tim held his eye and smiled back slowly. 

Selina watched the two interact and nodded decisively. It was a better match than she had seen with that Superboy. 

Tim turned his attention from Dick to Selina, “I’ll catch you later, Cat. We have to get moving.”

“You better bring wine, Kitten.”

“Pinot noir, as much as I can carry. I know the drill.”

She nodded in approval and turned towards the side of the building. 

“I thought you said this was your rooftop?” Dick asked, puzzled. 

Selina turned back, smirking, “I’m not touching that door.” Can’t argue with that. She jumped down and was gone. 

Tim turned from the direction she had gone. “That could’ve gone much worse. She could’ve asked for a case of wine and I would’ve given it to her.” 

Dick sighed, turning red. “I know I said ‘let everyone know you’re mine’ but I didn’t expect to face it so quickly.”

Tim laughed, “At least it wasn’t Harley. She’d tell everyone and she’s impossible to blackmail. It’d be on the news the next day, ‘Nightwing Bangs Red Robin on Rooftops’. Can’t hide that from Bruce.”

Dick hummed thoughtfully, “Are we hiding it from Bruce?”

Tim’s brow scrunched, “We’ll have to talk to Jay. Did you want to divide and conquer for patrol or stick together?”

“I just told Catwoman I’d have your back! I can’t just wander off now,” Dick pouted. 

“Well the good news is Bruce told me patrols were supposed to start an hour later because of Batgirl’s mid shift so we haven’t been slacking off yet.”

Dick sputtered, “We could’ve been holed up somewhere instead then!”

Tim laughed loudly, “Yeah I have a room in Selina’s place. You didn’t want to talk though.”

Dick gaped at him, “I’m telling Jay you’re a little sneak.”

“He already knew that.” Tim waved off. “Let’s start here and head towards the northeast side. Black Bat typically works along the south and stops at Batgirl’s place for a break.”

Dick nodded, following Tim’s lead. He’d follow Tim anywhere. 

—

Jason Todd had stayed at the manor talking with Alfred for a couple hours. Alfred, the all knowing being that he is, took one look at Jason and raised a single brow asking about ‘Master Richard’. He had had Jason and Dick pegged for a long time but didn’t seem to know anything about Tim yet. Probably because he hadn’t seen us in a room together yet. Jason considered himself lucky for that, he would like to keep it to himself for a while longer. They talked about their current reads and Alfred made a nice ginger tea and lemon cookies before Jason wandered back downstairs. 

Tim and Dick were in the middle of an intense spar, and Jason couldn’t tell who the winner would be. He watched for a while before Tim seemed to intentionally misstep. The action caused Jason to focus more closely on the fight. Tim seemed to be limiting his movements at specific times. Jason glanced around the Cave casually and walked over towards Bruce. He still seemed to be going through Tim’s LoA case files. 

Bruce noticed Jason coming his way and grunted a greeting. Jason nodded back. He glanced at Bruce’s screen, but it seemed to be a file Jason was already familiar with. He went back to watching the spar. He wondered how well Tim would do if he went all out. 

“Tim worked closely with the League of Assassins while I was gone.” Bruce acknowledged. 

“Yeah, everyone believed you were dead. Dick threatened to send him to Arkham,” Jason said pointedly. 

“He led teams,” Bruce accused. 

“So did I,” Jason defended.

“You were in the Lazarus pit.” He pressed, “That’s quite a reason.” 

“You were in the time stream.” Jason shot back, “I’m also not convinced he didn’t end up in the pit at least once working with Ra’s for that long.”

Bruce grunted and looked from his screen to the training mats. Tim had just swung his staff wide. When Bruce turned back around Jason watched him nearly nail Dick in the face with a combination move he wasn’t expecting. Ah I see. Tim did say it was best if he was underestimated. Bruce seriously doesn’t know how big of an asset he’s missing out on. 

Tim and Dick had taken a break, moving to exchange weapons for the next round, Tim using escrima sticks and Dick with a staff. They both had large grins on their faces. Jason liked that they were enjoying themselves, it made him want to go over and smother them with affection. He sighed, turning back to Bruce, “What’s the problem here? Why are you questioning Timmers?” Why now? When we’re all becoming happy.

“I didn’t know the full extent of his involvement with the League of Assassins. I was aware he made a deal with Ra’s to bring me back, I was not aware there was still regular contact.”

Jason’s eyes flashed green, “Ra’s doesn’t let anything go, of course there’s regular contact. It doesn’t impact Tim’s cases though. It keeps Ra’s out of Gotham and out of your hair.”

Bruce hummed. “Maybe he shouldn’t be kept out of my hair. I need to know his movements.”

Jason stared incredulously, “Are you jealous you’re not the favorite anymore and you didn’t realize?”

Bruce grunted, “No.”

Jason huffed a laugh. That was a yes. “You can see all his movements in Tim’s files. He covers all of their conversations and even includes theories about LoA activity.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes, “How do you know?”

Jason rolled his eyes and pointed at Bruce’s screen, “I read those files already. Anything about the LoA I try to read. I missed a few, but there’s a lot of them.”

Bruce grunted again, turning his attention back to the monitors. “Good talk,” Jason grumbled. Would it kill him to speak like a person? Jason shook his head and started walking over to Dickie’s bike. He can ride back with Tim. Jason wanted to say goodbye and get a kiss or two, but he didn’t need the scolding from Bruce for corrupting more Bats, or the teasing from Alfred when he found out. He’ll just work on his equipment this afternoon, one of his guns needed a good cleaning and he had been working on an upgrade to the interface in his helmet. 

Jason had been preparing to patrol Crime Alley when he received a message from Dick and Tim that they were on patrol tonight as well. Maybe they could meet up. 

He had stopped two muggings and had just finished checking in with the working girls around the alley when his comm went off. 

“Nightwing and Red Robin caught Penguin’s men in an arms deal.” Batman said, straight to the point. “Requesting backup. Sending coordinates now, Black Bat is too far.” 

Jason fought back a spike of green from the Lazarus pit, ”Understood. How big of a party am I walking into?” He swung a leg over his bike, not waiting for a response. 

“At least a dozen armed men, non-responsive since confirmation, injuries unknown.”

“Understood. ETA is less than five minutes.” Jason was starting to struggle with his breathing. The Pit was pulsing at his consciousness. He didn’t know what he would be walking into. 

The coordinates led to a warehouse not far from the Iceberg Lounge. Way to be obvious Cobblepot. Jason had heard shooting inside when he pulled up but it seemed to have stopped now. He grappled to the roof, hoping to get eyes on the situation. He found a cracked access door and snuck in. 

His stomach dropped at what he saw. Nightwing and Red Robin were behind a stack of crates, Dick was down, a shot to the thigh and another to his opposite calf. Tim had just tied off a bandage and had a dark look on his face. Penguin’s men were sweeping the rows of crates looking for the two vigilantes. Tim was looking around, assessing the situation when he caught sight of Jason. He gestured a comm frequency for Jason to switch to, he did and immediately heard Dick panting in pain. 

”They’re not leaving this warehouse.” Tim said ominously. Jason watched him pull out two long daggers from somewhere. “Hood, keep an eye in the sky and an ear out for Nightwing’s breathing. I’m tackling this grid-style and as efficiently as possible.”

Jason felt the green edge away, he was still enraged but trusted Tim to take care of this. “Copy, Red.”

“First target?” Tim demanded

“Team of two, one row to my left from you.”

Tim didn’t respond, he took off his cape and draped it over Dick. It likely had some sort of bulletproofing. Jason watched him move as directed quickly and silently, holding the daggers in a back grip. Red Robin approached the two gun wielding goons from low and in a second one of them had a dagger in the throat and another ripping through his guts. The other hadn’t been able to get a shot off before Tim turned, effortlessly locking him in a choking grip from behind with one arm and silencing the man with a quick stab through the eye. He paused to wipe off the daggers and slip them back into the lining of the Red Robin suit. He picked up one of the guns they had dropped.

“Next targets,” Tim had demanded. 

Jason shook himself back into focus “Team of three heard the noise. They’re redirecting to you.”

“Perfect.” Jason watched Tim climb the crates slowly. He shot a grapple across the row and waited. When they were in range, Tim yanked on his line, pulling the crate down. He managed to crush two of them entirely, and the third’s skull had splattered at the impact. Jason could see their legs had twitched after. That had to be a really heavy crate to do that much damage.

“How many more teams?” Tim asked. 

Jason scanned the warehouse with the thermal setting on his hood, “Two more teams of three and another team of two.”

Tim sighed, “Must’ve been a big deal. Any teams you can pick off?”

Jason considered it, “I don’t have great range but if you can guide them my way I’ll be able to.”

“I made enough noise here they’re coming this way, can you reach this spot?”

“I’ll make it work. Next target, a team of three up two rows from Nightwing.” Tim moved quickly back the direction he had come from. 

Jason watched the team of two move to investigate the noisy spot Red Robin had just been. He moved down the skywalk he was on and lined up his shot. Two bullets, two heads. A little wide, but still hit. The shots definitely drew the attention of the last team. Jason’s thermal vision showed Tim had engaged the team like the first. One was down, choking on his own blood, another Jason watched get stabbed through the eye. Tim really likes those head shots. The third was scrambling, looking for a gun that had been kicked away. Idiot, your back is wide open. Tim did a handspring, pushing off to land on the last guy. He wrapped his thighs around his head and squeezed. Jason heard a crunch through the comm and watched the guy collapse. Broken neck. Efficient and clean. 

“Hot.” Jason said quietly. 

“Thanks,” Tim huffed, pushing his hair out of his masked face. He seemed to be in a better mood as the threat decreased. 

“Red, did you just kill someone with your thighs?” Dickie asked, startled.

“Yeah, remember when Jay said it was barely an attempt? Are you still thinking that?” Tim teased. 

Jason shook his head and looked around the warehouse, “The last team of three split up. Two coming your way.” He watched Tim straighten up, refocused. A couple rows back, Nightwing was attempting to stand. He buttoned Red Robin’s cape around his shoulders and hobbled towards the action. Jason watched the third person come around the crate stacks closest to him. They were likely trying to box in the two vigilantes on the floor. Too bad Jason was there. 

One shot, another body dropped. “Third guy down. Coming to ground level.”

“Copy,” Nightwing said. He stopped trying to move and sat back down. Jason had just made it to his location when he heard Tim over comms moving again. Another gurgle that sounded like a slit throat and another crunch of a neck and the warehouse was clear. 

The three men reunited. Jason relaxed once he saw both and had them within arms reach. 

“I’ll contact Batman, tell him there was a third party killing that we suspect worked for the League.” Tim stated. He stepped away to do just that. 

Jason reached down to lift Dick in a princess carry. He went back towards his bike, “We’ll get you back to the Cave, Agent A will take care of ya.”

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The three vigilantes had unfortunately found themselves back at the manor again, out of necessity. Jason rode over with Dick on the back of his bike, and Tim followed them over on his bike after ‘investigating’ the bodies from the warehouse.

Dick was currently in the med bay with Alfred flitting around him. He definitely needed stitches on both of the gunshot wounds he had acquired. Jason and Tim were at the Batcomputer working on their official report and pretending not to worry. Jason was lightly pacing and Tim had a sour look on his face. He was pretty bothered Dick had gotten hurt, and Tim thought if he had moved faster it might not have happened. Batman had gone out in their place after they had reported back, and Black Bat was still out on regular patrol so it was just the three of them and Alfred in the Cave. 

Tim had mastered fabricating reports that covered his actions years ago, and was effortlessly typing up a narrative that Jason was picking up on as they went. They’d just have to show Dick the report when they were done so the three were on the same page. Jason sighed and went back to the med bay. Hopefully Alfred had enough time to work on Dickie because Jason didn’t want to stay across the room anymore. Dick was sitting in just his underwear while Alfred was tying off the last few stitches. 

“Master Jason, I would like to get an examination of yourself and Master Tim after tonight’s ordeal, to make sure all injuries are addressed.”

Jason sighed, expecting something like this, “Yeah Alfie, no problem. I can promise I didn’t get hurt though, I showed up when a lot of the action was over already.”

“I see. Still, it would ease an old man’s heart to double check.”

Jason nodded, and Alfred took off his gloves having finished the stitches. Alfred looked across the Cave, eyes narrowed. “I do not believe Master Tim was as fortunate as yourself in remaining injury free.”

Jason followed his line of sight, it was barely noticeable, but sure enough Tim was favoring one side. Jason walked back over to the Batcomputer and stood in Tim’s line of sight. “Hey Timmy, can you save that report to finish later?”

Tim hummed distractedly, “I mean yeah? Did you need something?” He hit the save button. 

Jason picked him up in a similar princess carry as he had Dick, startling Tim. “I don’t need anything, but you do. You’re hurt.”

“Jay, it’s not serious! I’m fine,” Tim denied. 

“Too bad Alfie already said he wanted to examine both of us.” Jay stated. Tim crossed his arms, pouting. He knew he wasn’t getting out of the check up if Alfred thought something was wrong. 

Jason carried Tim to the bed next to Dick’s and hovered nearby to make sure Tim stayed. Dick looked distraught that Tim might’ve been hurt and he hadn’t known. Tim sighed resigned, “We’re going to have to stay at the manor until Dick is mobile.”

Jason hummed, disappointed “That’s probably for the best. I can get our go-bags? Dickie’s got stuff here we could probably work with too.”

Tim considered for a second, “Hey Alfred, how long until Dick is mobile?”

“I would recommend at least six days of bed rest, and then crutches for mobility until fully healed. However, knowing how antsy you all get, three days of bed rest should suffice with a wheel chair. Most important is to stay off the injuries as much as possible. Both shots were straight through, no damage to arteries or bones, Master Tim.”

“Well Dickie, you have enough here for us for three days?” Jason asked. 

Dick gave a dry look, “We’re in a billionaire’s mansion. I’m sure we’re not strapped for clothes. Neither of you have anything here?”

“I’m about a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than when I lived here.” Jason reminded, unimpressed. 

Tim perked up, “I might be able to fit though! No trips necessary.” He leaned back in his medical bed stiffly. Alfred, Jason, and even Dick had noticed the movement that time. 

“Master Tim, I insist on a wellness checkup.”

“Yeah Alfred, I know. Promise I’ll comply,” Tim sighed, disabling the traps on his suit. A minute later he was bare from the waist up. His left side had dark bruising covering a large portion of it. 

“Tim! You could have ribs broken.” Dick exclaimed. 

Tim shook his head, “Not could, I definitely do. I took a couple nasty kicks from what I’m assuming were steel-toed boots.”

Alfred had a dark look on his face. “Master Timothy, I recommend three weeks off patrol at the least. In addition, this bruising could be indicative of internal bleeding. We will need scans.” Uh oh, Alfred only called him ‘Timothy’ when he was very upset with his health. 

”I’m pretty sure there’s no internal bleeding; there’s no swelling or tenderness, and I’m not coughing up blood. I’m fine, Dick had it much worse.”

“Regardless of your opinion, I will be taking scans. You have broken these ribs before.” Alfred said sternly. He turned to Jason, “Master Jason would you be so kind as to fetch a change of clothes for both of our patients? Neither of them should be moving any time soon. I will fetch the scanner.” Alfred stated, pointedly. 

Jason nodded and left to search Dick’s room for clothes. Dick and Tim made eye contact and sighed. It was going to be a long week if they were both stuck on bed rest. Tim got up stiffly and moved to sit with Dick in his medical bed. If he was stuck here, at least he wasn’t alone. He reached for Dick’s hand and they sat there in silence while Alfred moved about the med bay. 

Alfred regarded the soft moment between the two men and decidedly did not mention it. He had taken notice that Jason intended to stay at the manor with the injured boys as well. Now would be a good time for Bruce to work on his relationship with the former Robins, if it weren’t for this Joker business. Alfred finished setting up the x-ray machine to image Tim’s ribs and called him over to an offshoot of the medical area. He looked reluctant to get up. Or maybe he was struggling more than he stated. Jason had returned, offering up slightly large sweatpants, similar to a pair he had donned himself. 

“You guys are totally helping with laundry,” Dick pouted, crossing his arms. He wasn’t really upset Jason and Tim were wearing his clothes, it seemed to be a front for Alfred’s benefit. 

“Of course we will, Dickie. You can’t even walk right now,” Jason pointed out. “Come on Timmers, Alfie’s waiting.” He waited for Tim to put the sweatpants on and corralled the smaller man towards where Alfred was waiting. 

Tim seemed to be moving much slower now, leaning heavily on Jason. He was basically carrying Tim by the time the two of them made it to Alfred. Jay set him gently where Alfred had prompted and went back to Dick’s side. Alfred took the images as efficiently as possible and assisted Tim back to the med bay bed he had claimed. Jason had taken care of the vigilante suit pieces left by the two injured birds and had pushed the beds closer while Alfred looked at the scans. 

Something in the scans seemed to puzzle him, “Master Timothy, your scans show four broken ribs in addition to two with hairline fractures. A soft tissue scan is next,” Alfred seemed to hesitate, “I’m not sure how you’re not gasping for breath. One of your floating ribs looks to be completely shattered.”

“Yeah, I got stomped on.”

Jason narrowed his eyes, “I thought you said you took a couple bad kicks?”

“I did. From the ground. It was before you showed up, it’s kind of why Dick got shot,” Tim said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, “He tackled the guy off me and all of a sudden we were in a shootout.”

Alfred had set up a WE body scanner from R&D. It was a handheld device that looked like a tablet but larger. He frowned, “Your internal organs aren’t exactly as they would be expected, Master Timothy.”

“I’m not worried about that Alfred, it’s because my spleen’s not there. Leslie mentioned it was possible for my stomach and stuff to shift a bit when I consulted her about the splenectomy.”

Alfred’s brow furrowed, “Noted. Is Master Bruce aware you are missing an organ? There is no internal bleeding currently, however you are at risk for a punctured lung.”

Tim shrugged, “It’s in my files.” 

“Perhaps it’s time to set up an alert for when the medical files get updated. I’ll have to edit them for tonight’s incident anyway.”

Tim nodded. Jason and Dick were frowning, upset with Tim’s disregard for his health. Alfred went through the motions for wrapping broken ribs, which all three were familiar with. “I recommend a similar timeframe on bed rest as Master Dick sans wheelchair of course. You will stay here, and I will set up the bedrooms.”

“If you could just set up Dickie’s room, I can watch our patients,” Jason insisted, “It’ll be easier to keep an eye on them if they’re in the same spot.”

Alfred raised an eyebrow, “Very well young Masters, I will see to it shortly.”

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The boys had been fairly lucky that Dick kept visiting the manor as he grew up. The bed in his room had plenty of space for the three of them to settle, Jason on one side, Dick laying across his chest, and Tim on the other, stiffly searching for a comfortable position. Tim turned his head to face his two bedmates? Lovers? Still hadn’t talked. Dick had been pouting about his injuries since they laid down and Jay had taken to running a hand through his hair to calm him. Tim wouldn’t be surprised if a couple days from now Dick was trying to walk everywhere on his hands just to stay out of bed. He didn’t know the definition of rest very well. 

Tim would probably be fine, as long as Damian didn’t find out how bad some of the breaks are. One more swift hit and he’ll probably be dealing with a punctured lung next. He hoped Bruce had the foresight to keep Damian away from him, though it probably wasn’t likely with Tim and Dick sharing the bed. Tim sighed, maybe Bruce has a WE laptop I can use? That way I can get something done while I’m here. 

Tim’s sigh had caught Dick and Jason’s attention. “You alright Baby Bird?” Jason asked. Dick turned back towards Tim and ran a hand across Tim’s cheek. 

Tim reached out his hand and caught Dick’s. “I’ll be okay. Just thinking.” Tim paused, considering his next words, “What are we doing here?”

Jason’s brow furrowed. He didn’t seem to need clarification, “I mean if they find out, they find out. I don’t want to tell them otherwise.”

Dick caught on, “Well, what would we tell them?” He asked hesitantly. “That we’re together? That we’re serious?”

Tim turned his eyes away from the two, “We haven’t really put a label on anything and we haven’t talked about if we are serious.”

Jason propped himself up on one arm, looking over Dick at Tim’s face, “Baby Bird, I am serious. I’m serious about you and I’m serious about Dickie. We want this to last as long as you want it. If you want to put a label on it, we can. Boyfriends don't really feel big enough though.”

Tim seemed to relax at his words. “I don’t think that’s right either.” He squeezed Dick’s hand, “We don’t need a label to give people. We know how serious it is, it’s no one else’s business.”

“But are we hiding it?” Dick asked, troubled. “Like, should we stay in separate rooms and pretend we don’t care?”

Jason shook his head, “Alfred already knows at this point. We’ll tone it down in communal areas, but I think Bruce will suspect pretty quickly. It is a house of detectives.”

“We couldn’t even make it until Cass left. She’s going to take one look at us and ask about wedding plans.” Tim huffed, “I wonder if she’s still leaving since we’re both off patrol. I’m sure Bruce is going to ask that she not go yet.”

Jason leaned over, giving Tim a kiss on the forehead followed by a kiss to Dick’s shoulder. “Try and get some sleep. We can worry about it in the morning.”

Tim nodded in agreement and seemed to remember something. He barked out a laugh, “We have to tell you about seeing Catwoman tonight.”

Dick groaned, turning red, “We really don’t, it can wait.”

Tim laughed again, dissolving into coughs. “You’re the one that couldn’t wait!”

Jason narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Catwoman caught you guys doing something inappropriate didn’t she?”

Tim nodded, “I owe her two blackmail pictures and as much wine as I can carry. I actually need to text her that we can’t meet.”

Dick groaned again, “I just promised to watch your back too! Now you’re injured and I can’t do anything about it.”

Tim waved him off, “It’s fine Dick, you didn’t know.” He turned to the nightstand reaching for his phone to send Selina a text to reschedule. He hesitated for a second, “I wanted to ask you guys about the Nest furniture too.”

“What about it?” Jason asked. 

“Can we pick a new couch together?” Tim posed, suddenly shy. 

Dick melted at that, “Of course Baby Bird!” He squeezed Tim’s hand and rolled to lay his head on Tim’s shoulder. 

Jason sighed in relief, “That one’s pretty uncomfortable. I’m glad you want to get rid of it.”

“Maybe we can pick some other stuff out too? Make it ours.” Tim asked, rubbing circles on Dick’s hand in his. 

Jason melted along with Dick this time. “Timmy, of course we can. Let’s make it a home. A super high tech crime fighting home with all of the best gadgets and comfiest couches.” He draped himself across Dick’s back and leaned towards Tim for another kiss, this time a sweet one on his lips. 

Tim hummed through the kiss with a small smile, “We can check some catalogs out tomorrow since we can’t really go anywhere, maybe snag a laptop from Bruce.”

“Sounds good,” Jason smiled, “Good night Baby Bird, good night Dickie.”

Dick was lost to the world already, having fallen asleep shortly after resting his head on Tim’s shoulder. 

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Tim had to pee, and he had a headache, and he just wanted coffee. And his whole torso hurt. And he wanted coffee. In their sleep, the boys hadn’t moved much. Tim was still lying stiffly on his back, however Dick had moved from his shoulder to across his chest, and Jason had fallen asleep draped across Dick’s back still. Tim had found himself on the bottom of the pile and now could not move without disturbing his bedmates. 

He heard the door crack and in came Alfred pushing a cart of breakfast foods and drinks. The noise had Jason sitting straight up in a second, and the movement jarred Dick enough to also wake up. Tim sighed at the commotion, but was thankful he could make it to the bathroom now. Alfred seemed to notice his struggle and walked over, offering a hand. Tim took the hand to assist himself up straight and went to the bathroom to take care of his business. 

“Master Dick, Master Jason, do take care to remember Master Tim is in a state of healing right now. He should not be smothered in his sleep.” The two former Robins sheepishly rubbed their heads. “I have taken the liberty of bringing breakfast up as our two patients must stay in bed as much as possible.”

“Thanks Alfie. I can bring it back down when we’re done.” Jason offered. 

“Thank you, Master Jason. I must attend to our pantry stock, and retrieve groceries today. If you need anything please let me know before nine-thirty. That is when I intend to leave the estate.”

“Thanks A, you’re the best,” Dick grinned. 

“Yes, Master Dick I am.” Alfred said, bowing and taking his leave.

Tim came out of the bathroom and made a beeline for the carafe of coffee that had been left on the cart. He poured himself out a mug and downed it immediately. He sighed and poured out a second one, turning back to the bed.

“Coffee?” He offered Dick, who nodded. Tim was already preparing Jason’s tea how he liked. He moved to push the cart and Jason jumped out of bed. 

“Timmers, I can do that! You shouldn’t be moving around.”

Tim sighed but relented. Healing was the whole reason they were there. 

Tim and Dick arranged the pillows on the Bed to prop themselves up, and sat close together in the middle. Dick had an arm thrown over Tim’s shoulders pulling him close gently. Tim had his head tucked into Dick’s neck and just sipped at his coffee while Jason flitted around. 

“Little Wing, sit! We’re fine. The day’s just started, nothing’s happened yet for you to worry about.” Dick said, exasperated. 

Jason huffed, but continued to set a plate of eggs and sliced fruit in front of Dick. He offered a plate to Tim too, but he didn’t take it, having only eyes for his coffee mug. Jason sat on Tim’s other side and waited for Tim to finish the last sips of his coffee before offering a glass of water in place. Tim scowled at the water but drank the whole glass. Jason tried offering the plate of food again, but Tim shook his head no. 

“Tim, you can’t just not eat.”

“Give me an hour, I usually can’t eat this soon without getting sick, Jay.”

Jason nodded in understanding and moved to kiss Tim on the forehead, “As long as you eat something.”

Dick melted, at the way Jason was trying to treat Tim. He hadn’t really seen soft moments between the two yet. He leaned over, kissing Jason’s cheek, and dislodging Tim with the movement. “You’re so sweet to us, Jay.”

Jason turned his head to catch Dick’s lips with his own, giving Tim an up close view to the moment. If only I weren’t hurt. Tim sighed. 

Jason and Dick caught his sigh and made eye contact with each other. Tim missed the shared look, but a second later his face was being showered with kisses from both men. The action caused Tim to laugh out loud with a large grin on his face. 

“Cheer up Baby Bird, you get our undivided attention for like, the next week.” Jason said, also grinning now. 

Tim shook his head, much more awake now “I’m not sure I can handle undivided attention.”

Dick chuckled and moved to lay back again, “Don’t worry Timmy, I’ll divide his attention for you.”

Tim shook his head, smiling at the cheesy comment. They lulled into silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. 

Jason sighed, “Last chance, Baby Bird. Food?”

Tim nodded, reaching for the plate of eggs from before. He cleared about half the food before passing it back, and Jason got up to take care of the breakfast plates. “Thanks for waiting, Jay,” Tim said. 

“Of course Baby Bird. Can I get you guys anything while I’m up?”

“Laptop and coffee?” Tim requested. 

“TV remote?” Dick added, gesturing to the corner of the room. 

Jason walked over to hand it to him, dropping a kiss on his head. “I’ll be back. I’m going to grab fresh bandages too, we gotta change those.”

Tim and Dick nodded. Dick pulled the blanket off his lap and looked at his bandages, sure enough they looked a little worse for wear. Tim helped unwrap the bandage on his thigh, checking for swelling or redness that would indicate an infection. It looked like one of the stitches might’ve torn while sleeping, but overall it was much better than Tim was expecting. Dick squirmed while Tim was inspecting his leg, starting to reach for the bandages around his other calf. 

“Hold still, it looks like you’ve already popped a stitch,” Tim scolded. 

“You hold still,” Dick pouted, “you’re not supposed to be bending like that.”

Tim sat back, leaning against Dick, “You’re right,” he huffed, “Jason will have to take care of us I guess.”

Dick got a mischievous smile on his face, “Oh, no whatever shall we do?”

Tim smiled back, but didn’t respond. Jason came back, goodies in tow. He handed off the laptop to Tim and sat near his legs to see Dick’s injuries. He frowned, “Dickie, you popped a stitch. I’ll see if Alfred can fix it before he leaves.” Jason left as quickly as he had come. 

Chapter Text

After Dick’s stitches were fixed, the rest of the day was pretty quiet. Their extra mouths were why Alfred needed to get groceries, so Jason had gone with him. He had felt a little guilty making Alfred go by himself despite insisting it was his roll in the manor to go. Dick had the television on with subtitles, split between watching a crime show on low volume and looking over Tim’s shoulder while he worked. Jason had returned with a Mediterranean salad from Alfred for lunch and had camped out on the other side of Tim with a book from the manor library. Tim had cracked open the laptop, one of the slightly newer WE models, and logged in to the Red Robin network to look into the Titans case and compare it with past Gotham ones. Dick and Jason had taken an interest in some of the information but none of them could really tell how it connected yet. 

Tim sighed, he had been working for a couple hours and several episodes of Dick’s show had come and gone. He closed out the tabs for his investigation and pulled up a website for furniture. He and Dick browsed the inventory and showed a couple favorites to Jason for a second opinion. They picked out a dining room table and chair set and a king sized bed frame. They flagged some computer chairs, mattresses, and couches to test in person since those were what had started Tim on the whole apartment overhaul. Bruce had peaked in once while Alfred and Jason were out, but only stuck around long enough to make sure they were following Alfred’s medical order. Cass had sat with the boys for the duration of half an episode of Dick’s crime show, and hadn’t said a single word. They still didn’t know if she was leaving on time the following day. All in all, it was a peaceful day.

Tim had closed the laptop, passing it off to Jason to attach to a charger and adjusted his pillows for a nap. He laid his head in Jason’s lap and Jason settled a hand in his hair, seeming to put the book down. Dick turned on an action movie, on the same page as Jason without words as always. Tim was envious of their silent communication, but tried to not let it bother him. As the three of them grew together, he would be on the same level after all. 

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The following days passed in a similar manner. Alfred would bring breakfast in the morning. The former Robins would stay in bed together, each doing their own activities. Jason would rewrap Tim’s ribs and change out Dick’s bandages, and fetch meals and little requests throughout the day. Cass would drop by for short periods of time, observing the three together. Bruce would stop by long enough to make sure Tim and Dick were complying to bed rest before heading out to WE or to cause the next big Brucie moment. They really didn’t know how he spent his days. 

On the third day Damian had visited, “Grayson,” he started, “I was under the impression you were more competent than Drake.” He stated, observing the two in bed. Tim scowled at the comment. Jason had left for the Nest briefly to pick up some more toiletries and clothes. Of course that’s when Damian came. 

Dick laughed it off, “I don’t know what made you think that. Timmy’s far more competent than me.” He drew back from where he was lying in Tim’s lap and paused his TV show, giving Damian his attention. 

“I’m just going to get a refill,” Tim said, gesturing with his coffee mug. He got up stiffly and left the room as swiftly as he could. He sighed when closing the door behind him and took a moment in the hall to stretch, slowly testing his mobility. He felt much better than a couple days ago but still likely couldn’t patrol effectively for another week. He wandered down to the kitchen, relishing in the little opportunity to stretch his legs. 

“Master Timothy, I do believe you shouldn’t be out of bed yet.”

“Damian came to visit Dick. I just needed a little break.”

Alfred hummed at that, raising one of his eyebrows. “I am surprised it took the young Master this long to check in.”

Tim filled his coffee mug and took a long sip before responding, “It’s probably because Jason and I were there too. I’m sure he purposely waited this long for me to be able to leave.”

Alfred pursed his lips, but didn’t respond. The whole manor knew of Damian’s dislike for his predecessor. “Perhaps you could join Master Bruce in his study? He’s been working on R&D funding for Wayne Enterprises this afternoon.” Tim considered the offer and nodded, moving to top off his coffee before heading back upstairs. 

Tim knocked at the doorframe of Bruce’s study. He looked up from his desk, subtly surprised to see Tim. “Tim, should you be up?”

Tim rolled his eyes, “Your son is visiting Dick. He prefers when I’m not around and I prefer to not be around.”

Bruce hummed at that. He was aware of Damian’s issues with Tim but not of how to address them. “What brings you here?”

“Alfred mentioned you were working on some WE stuff. Thought I could help,” Tim replied. He took a seat across from Bruce and pulled some reports towards himself.

“I had to argue with Tam for ten minutes before she let me have these reports, I’m sure she’d prefer it if you worked on them,” Bruce sighed in resignation. 

Tim laughed, “She’s a very good gatekeeper. I’m surprised you got them at all, I’ve seen her send men packing with only a few words.”

Bruce grunted in agreement, “Her father is the same way.”

They worked in silence for the majority of the day, Bruce on one side of the desk and Tim on the other. Tim had a highlighter cap in his teeth and was going through copies of financial information for each R&D project, making little notes in the margins about where costs could be cut or where something had been misreported, when Jason had appeared with dinner plates. 

“Baby Bird, you’ve been in here all day,” Jason grumbled, “Dickie said you left hours ago to get coffee and never went back to bed.” He set down a plate in front of Tim and dropped a kiss on his head. 

Tim capped his highlighter, “Did he also mention Damian was visiting?” 

Jason and Tim shared a look of solidarity that didn’t go unnoticed by Bruce. Jason sat in a chair next to Tim and started cutting up his chicken pasta. Bruce sighed, “Damian was raised by assassins, he has some bad habits, but he’s getting better.”

Jason scowled, holding eye contact with Bruce, “Hey Tim, when was the last time he tried to kill you?”

“Huh?” Tim asked, distracted by his own food. “Oh, like two, maybe three weeks ago?”

Bruce seemed alarmed at that, “What happened?” He demanded. 

“He tried to cut my grapple line again.” Tim dismissed, taking a bite of pasta. Delicious. He’d have to tell Alfred thank you.

“Again?” Bruce asked, horrified. Apparently Damian was not doing as well as he thought. He packed up the reports to get his own food from downstairs.

Tim shrugged, “You said it yourself, he was raised by assassins. Talia also still tries to kill me.”

“That’s not a good excuse. You’re not an enemy and he shouldn’t treat you like one,” Jason argued between bites. Bruce sighed, rubbing his forehead. Jason made a good point. 

“Yeah, honestly not sure.” Tim frowned, “Does he know he’s inheriting WE? I know he saw me as a threat but like, he’s aware I emancipated myself and have no claim to the Wayne name right? Did anyone tell him that?”

Bruce grunted, “I’ll talk with him. There’s a chance he stops after reassuring his place in the family is secure.”

Jason scowled again, “You do that. If he keeps going after Tim, he’ll be dealing with me next.”

“Jay, you don’t mean that,” Tim cut in. “He's just a teenager, you were just as insecure about being a Wayne when you were adopted.” Tim pointed out. 

“I could mean it!” He exclaimed. Tim gave him a look, and Jason deflated and huffed, “I hate when you’re right Baby Bird.”

“No you don’t, or you’d hate me all the time,” Tim teased.

Jason ruffled his hair, “Maybe not all the time. You are supposed to be on bed rest right now,” he noted.

“This isn’t even strenuous! I’m just sitting here,” Tim pouted, munching his pasta. 

Bruce looked between the two, chairs pulled close and clearly comfortable with each other. He didn’t entirely know what to make of the dynamic, but he’s satisfied both are at the manor, however temporary.

“You keep pouting like that and I’ll have to do something about it.” Jason said, finishing his plate. 

“Like what?” Tim smirked. 

Jason got up, picking Tim up in a princess carry and left the room, the sound of Tim’s laughter left behind.

Bruce.exe has stopped responding.

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Dick watched Jason walk in and drop Tim in bed just shy of gentle, both smiling and laughing the whole time. Jason turned to lock the bedroom door and Dick raised his eyebrows, immediately understanding, “Now who can’t keep their hands to themselves?” He teased Jason. 

Tim turned towards Dick and pulled him into a passionate kiss, tongues immediately battling for dominance. Tim pulled Dick into his lap gingerly while Dick started pawing at his pants. “Still you Dickie,” Jason replied, smug. 

Tim made little tugging motions at Dick’s shirt, “Off,” he demanded, turning towards Jason, “both of you.” Dick pulled his shirt off and started working on Tim’s. 

Jason raised an eyebrow, smirking “Yes, Sir.” He pulled off his shirt and pants in quick order. 

Tim’s eyes had blown wide, “Don’t call me that unless you mean it,” He purred. ”Strip all of it.” 

Jason’s pupils dilated, “Yes, Sir.” He pulled off his boxers. It seemed like Tim’s running this show. Dick pulled off Tim’s shirt and leaned back in to leave open mouth kisses along Tim’s neck and shoulders, stopping intermittently to nibble his ear.  

Tim smirked, “You’ve been taking real good care of us haven’t you, Jay?” He closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of Dick’s mouth on his skin. 

Jason nodded, throat dry. He stepped closer to the bed. 

“Can you help us with one more thing, baby?” Tim asked. 

Jason nodded again. 

Tim frowned, “Can I call you that? Use your words, Jay.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jason replied quietly. 

“Come here, I want to see you.” Tim murmured, holding a hand out to guide Jason in front of them. 

Dick paused his exploration of a shirtless Tim, and they took in the expanse of skin before them appreciatively. “Jay, baby, can you guess what we need help with?” Tim asked. 

“Yes,” Jason confirmed, “you want to cum.”

“Yeah, baby we do. Are you willing to help with that? Can you take Dick in your mouth maybe?” Tim set a pillow on the floor next to the bed. 

“Yes, Sir I can,” Jason kneeled wide on the pillow, giving both men a nice view of his hard cock. Dick shifted off Tim’s lap and over to the edge of the bed slowly. Jason worked off his pants and underwear, leaning in to give a lick up Dick’s length. 

“Good boy, baby. You think you can keep that up for a bit?” Tim requested. 

Jason hummed in confirmation, slathering the tip of Dick’s cock with spit. He ran his tongue along the bottom, switching between that and hollowing out his cheeks. Dick was seeing stars. 

Tim watched the sight for a while, satisfied with the scene he had orchestrated. “Dick, how does it feel? Think you can finish in Jay’s mouth?”

Dick nodded and reached for Tim to move closer. Tim complied, slipping his pants and boxer briefs off as he went. Dick slipped his tongue into Tim’s mouth while Jason bobbed his head earnestly. Moments later, Dick’s breath hitched and he let out a groan finishing as Tim had prompted. 

Tim pulled back from the kiss, turning to Jason “Good job, baby,” he praised. “Come up here.”

Tim moved to lay back on the bed, guiding Jason into straddling his lap. Jason was rock hard at this point, “Dickie, think you can stretch him for me?” Tim asked. 

Dick nodded and reached towards the side table for lube. Tim pulled Jason up his body until his thighs were straddling Tim’s face. 

“You’re going to fuck my mouth,” Tim directed, “and when you’re nice and stretched, I’m going to have you bouncing on my cock. How’s that sound, Jay?”

Jason nodded, “That sounds good Sir,”

Tim hummed in satisfaction, “Good boy.” Tim opened his mouth and slurped Jason’s penis, paying special attention to the tip. He heard Jason let out a low groan and switched to shallow thrusts. Dick had gotten to work on his task. 

Dick slowly went to kneel behind Jason, mindful of his limitations. He spread Jason open with two fingers, scissoring wide. Dick used his other hand to rub and tweak Jason’s nipples, alternating. He left dark bruising hickies on the back of Jason’s neck as he slipped a third finger into his hole, angling up to find his prostate. 

Jason arched, with a moan he came hard in Tim’s mouth and painted his lips. Tim licked his lips messily, and tapped Jason’s ass to prompt him to move. Dick sat at the end of the bed, watching Jay slip back down Tim’s body to straddle his length. He handed Jason the lube and moved back to enjoy the show. 

Jason slathered Tim’s cock with lube and slipped it between his cheeks, testing his rim with Tim’s thickness. Tim gripped his thick ass, waiting for Jason to stop teasing and start bouncing. 

“Jay, don’t be mean. I already let you have your pleasure with my mouth,” Tim scolded lightly. “It’s my turn now. You’ll still help me right?”

Jason whined, “Yes, Sir,” he confirmed, sinking down onto Tim’s cock slowly. 

Tim groaned in satisfaction, enjoying the heat wrapped around his length. “Let’s see you put those powerful legs to work, baby.”

Jason nodded, pulling up slow and grinding down deep when fully seated. Tim squeezed at his hips hard enough to leave marks. He picked up the pace as he went, angling against his prostate every time he sank down. 

After a few moments, Jason had set a punishing pace, truly bouncing on Tim’s cock as he had desired, lost in his own pleasure. “Jay, baby?” Tim panted, “can I paint you? Mark your ass as mine?”

Jason’s cock twitched hard at the question and he nodded, “Yes, Daddy,”

Tim came hard at the unexpected title, nailing Jason’s prostate during the process. Jason spilled over shortly after, leaning forward to rest his head on Tim’s shoulder. 

“You wanna call me Daddy, baby?”

Jason gave him an unreadable look and nodded, “That stays in the bedroom, Baby Bird.”

Tim softened, “Of course, Jay. I would never use that against you.”

Jay relaxed, nodding. He leaned forward to share a lazy kiss, tongues massaging one another in a content manner. 

“That was amazingly hot,” Dick stated, breaking the quiet moment. They both looked over, seeing Dick had a mess of his own to take care of after the show Jason and Tim had put on. 

Tim’s cock, still sheathed in Jason, pulsed at the sight of Dick’s mess. He was laying back on his elbows, cum painted across his abs, looking similar to Tim’s state. Tim made small thrusting motions into Jason, “Another round?” He asked. 

—

A while later, the three men had cleaned up the bed and themselves, and were back to ‘strict bed rest’ according to Jason. Luckily they had been mindful of the injuries and let Jason do most of the work. 

“How much longer do we have to lay here?” Dick whined, “I feel like I haven’t moved in weeks.” Dick was seated in front of Jason, who was situated against the headboard, resting his head against Jason’s chest. Tim was propped next to them against a pillow. 

Jason gave him a dry look, “Don’t worry Dickie, it’s only been minutes. If you can stand on your own tomorrow, we can go home. Maybe we can be there for the furniture delivery.”

Dick grinned, “and breaking in the new bed.”

“We still have to go test some, we never picked one,” Tim pointed out. 

“I’m fine with anything Baby Bird, I already said that.”

“Yeah Tim, you can definitely pick,” Dick added. 

Tim got quiet at that, reaching for the remote to turn on the tv. 

Jason frowned, “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” Tim denied. He didn’t want to pick it out by himself, he wanted them to pick it out together. They sat in silence for a while, watching the detectives in the show fall for the red herring. They were well into the later seasons of the show and would likely move onto another soon. 

Dick watched Tim quietly, noting that something was bothering him. After a while he hummed, “I don’t want something too firm, it hurts my back.”

The look on Tim’s face softened. Dick had inferred correctly. “We can work with that. I don’t want to sleep on a cloud either,” Tim said. He scooted closer to his two partners, and Jason drew him into his hold, tucking Tim under his arm. 

Jason gave a little smile, “Goldilocks bed it is.”

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The next morning Alfred came by with a breakfast cart, as he had the previous days. This time he found all three boys had slept in. When Bruce had come to dinner stating Jason had carried off Tim, Alfred thought it best to direct his attention to refereeing a spar between Lady Cassandra and Master Damian in the Cave. As usual, he was right from the looks of it. At least they were covered. He would have to make a note to improve the soundproofing in the bedrooms. If he pushed for soundproofing all of the bedrooms, perhaps Master Bruce wouldn’t notice extra precautions around this one in specific. He does have Lady Selina over after all, he will likely think that is the cause for the sudden change. 

Noting how none of the inhabitants in the room had stirred, Alfred decided he could come up later or they could make their way down for breakfast today. He had noted that Master Tim had been moving much less stiffly as time went by and would likely be moving regularly very soon. Master Dick on the other hand, had torn his stitches almost immediately and it seemed Master Jason was constantly battling to get him to settle. It seemed the acrobatic man was incapable of not moving his legs, even when confined to a bed. 

Leaving the room silently, Alfred returned to the kitchen with the breakfast he had prepared. 

—

An hour later, the boys started to stir. Tim woke up to Jason’s head on his chest. He leaned down to kiss Jason’s forehead, waking him in the process. Jason lifted to meet him in a slow, soft kiss. Tim’s heart swelled, giving Jason a soft smile and running his hand through the strip of white hair Jason had. Dick woke up slowly next to them. He reached over, running his hands through Jason’s hair as well and lacing his fingers with Tim’s, pulling Tim’s hand towards him and kissing the back of it. The three of them laid comfortably, enjoying each other’s presence. 

A knock at the door sounded a little while later. Jason sighed and put on sweats to answer it. Damian was at the door. 

“Todd,” he started, “I am in need of a sparring partner.”

“Pass, go ask a bat.” Jason responded dryly. 

Damian scowled, “Father has gone to Wayne Enterprises and Cassandra left for Hong Kong this morning.”

Jason sighed and looked over his shoulder at his bedmates. Tim had rolled his eyes, but Dick had a pleading look on his face. Jason relented, “Fine. Give me an hour.”

Damian nodded and turned to leave without another word. 

Jason went back to their bed and pulled Tim up into a sitting position. He kissed him soundly and turned towards Dick, pulling him up as well. He gave Dick a slow, sensual kiss that they definitely needed to have more of. 

—

Dick insisted on getting out of bed that day, whether it be crutches or a chair. He and Tim wanted to see Jason’s spar, and he was tired of lying around. Jason was next to him, supporting his weight. The wound on his thigh was healing nicely, he really only needed a crutch to help his calf. It was healing fine with no infection, but the muscles kept spasming when he tried putting weight on it. Jason and Alfred allowed him to walk in short intervals, knowing Dick would stubbornly not stay seated if told otherwise. 

Jason supported Dick for a few steps down the hall. About halfway, Dick relented to being carried to the kitchen. It was still a change in scenery. Tim followed behind them down the hall carrying Dick’s crutch, walking stiffly but not enough to notice by the untrained eye. He would likely not submit to any more bed rest; it had already been several days without incident. Jason set Dick down on a stool at the kitchen island and went about grabbing food and coffee for the three of them. Moments after they settled, Alfred came in carrying a tray of discarded dishes. 

“Good morning Alfie,” Jason said. He turned to make coffee for his two stubborn birds. 

“Good morning, Master Jason. Master Damian would like me to pass along that he will be waiting in the Cave for your spar.”

Jason rolled his eyes, “Of course he is.” He reached into a cabinet at eye level and pulled out two novelty mugs. One had a Superman symbol on it and the other was red with the Robin ‘R’ on it. 

Alfred raised an eyebrow, “I must say I was surprised to hear you had agreed to a spar. Master Damian does not typically approach anyone other than Master Dick and Miss Cassandra.”

“It was Dickie’s idea.” Jason grumbled. 

“Well, what’s wrong with trying to help Damian branch out?” Dick pouted. 

Tim patted his back sighing, “Nothing, D. Just haven’t had great interactions.”

Dick leaned into his touch, “That’s fair. I’ve been trying to teach him, but he just doesn’t care about anyone.”

Jason filled the two mugs and pulled out a vanilla creamer for Dick, their resident sweet tooth. He placed the Superman mug in front of Tim and the Robin one in front of Dick. 

“Hey, how come he gets the Robin mug!” Tim protested. 

Jason side-eyed him, “Because he was the first Robin and hasn’t fucked Superboy?”

Tim flushed, but didn’t reply. Dick choked on the sip he was taking, laughing at Tim’s expense.

Alfred watched the interaction with a raised eyebrow. “Now, now Master Jason, no need to air dirty laundry this early in the day. After all, Master Timothy has been known to have a soft spot for Robins as well. Isn’t that right, Sir?”

They all froze and turned to look at Alfred like he had just dropped a bomb on them. He continued washing the dishes he had brought down and hummed in faux-nonchalance, “Perhaps Master Bruce would consider further soundproofing in the bedrooms. Everyone deserves their privacy.”

Dick looked like he was about to pass out. “Y-you heard?” He mumbled. 

Alfred turned back to face the doomed looks on their faces. “Whatever do you mean Master Dick? The residents of the manor heard nothing out of the ordinary yesterday evening.” He replied innocently, “Master Bruce was enthusiastically refereeing a sparring match between Master Damian and Miss Cassandra in the Cave after dinner, and I was in the western sitting room with a good book.” The furthest from the bedrooms. 

The three men relaxed minutely. Alfred wouldn’t confirm hearing anything they didn’t want shared, and no one else had heard anything. Dick sighed, “Yeah A, more soundproofing sounds perfect. Hopefully Bruce can see the benefit before needing to test it.”

Alfred hummed, “Indeed. Is there a benefit you think he should see?” Now he’s messing with them. Tim snorted into his coffee, no longer worried about the outcome of the conversation. Jason still seemed to be re-booting at the implication that the person that had basically amounted to his grandfather heard him doing stuff he had never wanted him to hear. 

Dick sputtered, “N-no, nothing I can think of!”

Tim got up to pour another cup of coffee and started preparing a kettle for his tea-drinker and the Wayne family butler. He guided a catatonic Jason to the stool he had just been sitting in and took over preparing breakfast for the three of them.He found chopped fruits and sausages in the fridge. Heating the sausage and having acrambled eggs seemed easy enough for now. 

“Hey, Alfred?” posed Tim, cracking eggs into a bowl to mix. 

“Yes, Master Tim?” He replied, drying the dishes he had finished washing. 

“You’re the best.” Tim stated.

“I am. Remember that when sending wedding invitations.” Alfred said, matter-of-factly. Tim really thought Cass would be the first to joke about that.

Tim laughed brightly, which seemed to finally pull Jason and Dick from their thoughts of impending doom. Dick still flushed red, this time avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room. 

Jason stood at the kitchen island and steeled himself, “Alfie, we’re serious about this.” The others in the room turned to face the butler. 

Alfred stilled, and turned to face the boys he had watched grow up. He could see in their demeanors that his approval mattered. He gave a small smile, “Master Jason, I never thought you were anything else.”

The tension in the room melted, and Jason took over making breakfast from Tim again, who went about preparing tea. Tim placed a cup on the counter next to Alfred, who hummed in appreciation. They worked in silence until Damian walked impatiently into the room. “Todd, it is ten minutes past when you said you would be free.”

Jason sighed, finishing the eggs he had just plated for himself. “Yeah, yeah I’ll be down in a second.”

Damian tsked and turned back the way he came. 

Alfred raised an eyebrow, cleaning the dishes the boys had just gotten done using. Jason went ahead, stretching his neck and shoulders as he walked. Tim stood, reaching for a crutch to pass to Dick, and slung an arm around his waist on the other side. It was slow going, but the three left the room at Damian’s manifestation. 

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Damian gasped for air from his spot on the training mat. He growled and stood slowly, “Again.”

Jason shrugged, nodding. It’s more fun than he thought it would be to drop the Demon Spawn in a spar. Damian had grown over the years and was now taller than Tim, but that didn’t make him better trained. In addition, Jason still had upwards of fifty pounds on him, and had been trained by League associates across the world in multiple styles of fight. So had Tim, but he didn’t show it. Damian grew up learning directly under Talia and Ra’s, both of whom thought they were the best in the League. He didn’t get the introduction to nearly as many styles, and as a result was extremely predictable for Jason to go against. 

Tim and Dick watched silently from the sidelines. Tim was analyzing Jason’s fight style, noting the different techniques and how he had put them together. He had written Damian off as being predictable as well. 

Dick frowned, he had expected Jason to offer more learning opportunities for Damian other than how to fall on a mat with style. “Hey, Jay?” He called. 

Jason and Damian separated on the mats, Damian going to the far corner of the cave to drink from his water bottle. Jason walked over to his audience. “What’s up Dickie?”

Dick paused, considering his next words. “Would you be able to teach him as you go? Point out things that could be better?”

Jason frowned, “Honestly I’m not sure. I’m not the greatest teacher.” 

“I could do it?” Tim volunteered.

Dick seemed to relax, “That’d be great. It seems like he doesn’t really listen to me. I’m always telling him the same things.”

“I can’t guarantee he’ll listen to me either, but I can try.” Tim mumbled. He stood to see the spar a little better. Jason and Damian met back in the middle of the mats and Damian sent Tim a glare at his increased attention on the match. 

“Drake,” Damian started, “I do not see why you feel the need to watch. You do not have anything of value to add.”

Tim glowered, “We’ll see.”

Dick called the start of the match, and Damian immediately closed in on Jason. Bad form, Jason’s a boulder, you’re not going to get him to move charging in like that. He swung wide, throwing a fakeout on his left that Jason redirected with his forearm. Damian got in close, aiming for hits to his solar plexus and chin, trying to daze Jason. 

“Stop!” Tim called out. Jason instantly lowered his hands and relaxed his stance. Damian went for one last hit, which Jason sidestepped effortlessly. 

“Why did you call a halt?!” Damian scowled. 

Tim sighed, “Damian, you’re going against an opponent that’s much larger than you. It’s like watching you beat your fists against a wall. You’re used to Dick and Cass, who are both fluid and in constant motion. Jason has a much different fighting style.”

Damian crossed his arms angrily. “How would I know his fighting style is different? He trained with the League. I would expect similar techniques.”

Tim huffed, “Jason didn’t just train with the League. You can see his different style in the way he stands. League assassins stand narrow, ready for constant motion and take a primarily avoidant tactic. A lot of other hand to hand styles stand wide to hold a solid base. Someone Jason’s size really doesn’t need to spend that energy moving around for hits he knows he can take. You’d have better luck forcing him to move and looking for openings.”

Damian scowled and crossed his arms, “If you know so much, let’s see you do better.”

Tim pinched his brows, “Can you just try to listen? I’m not trying to sabotage you here.”

”He’s right, Little D. Jason’s built like a brick house. He’s not going to stun easily and he has the training to force you to adapt. That’s the point of sparring with someone different,” Dick chimed in. “You ever try something like that with Bane or Killer Croc and you’re done for. Sparring is for improving.”

Damian tsked, stubbornly silent. He and Jason reset, and Dick called the start of the spar. This time, Damian went in close, but was aiming hits towards Jason’s head and arms, likely looking to create a hole in his defense. Jason dodged out of range and brought his arms up, blocking the majority of hits. He took a solid step and swung a roundhouse kick with his opposite leg. It seemed like his fight style depended on energy conservation. Every movement Jason made was designed to have a purpose. That made sense. Fighting with guns doesn’t require a lot of movement typically because your opponents are at a distance. They continued back and forth for a while, until Damian fell for an intentional opening Jason had left in his defense. Luring him in, Jason grabbed his arm and pulled, tossing him across the training mats. 

Dick cheered, “You lasted way longer that time, Dami!”

Damian growled, standing up. “Do not cheer for that. It was a loss.” He marched back across the training mats. 

Tim sighed, “You should try getting him to move more. You’re wasting too much energy on offense.”

“I did not ask for your opinion, Drake! If you’re so confident, do it yourself.” 

Tim scowled, “If I show you I know what I’m talking about, would you actually listen?”

“I doubt there’s anything you can show me to prove that.” Damian hissed. 

Tim stretched where he stood and walked over to the center of the training mats, “Watch me go against Jason then.”

Damian tsked, and shouldered past him, “Don’t break another rib.”

“He’d have to land a hit first.”

Tim stood facing Jason, who had his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. “You really think this is a good idea?”

“No, but we’re still going to do it.” Tim glowered. 

Jason uncrossed his arms, “You don’t have to prove anything to that Demon Brat.”

“I’m not, I’m proving something to myself.” Tim started in a wide stance, distinctly different from how he was sparring against Dick earlier in the week. 

Jason narrowed his eyes, “We’re only going til first hit, we don’t need to spend another week here because you re-break something.”

Tim smirked, “Don’t worry I’ll take it easy on you.”

Jason huffed a laugh, “I’d like it if you didn’t.”

Tim shrugged, “Gotta keep ‘em guessing.”

They turned to look at Dick, who was frowning at the turn of events. “I don’t like this,” he said. 

Tim gave him a small smile, “I’ll be fine.” He called out to Damian, face hardening, “Pay attention.” Damian rolled his eyes. 

Dick signaled the start of the match and neither moved. Tim stood solid, waiting for Jason to make the first move. Jason smirked and stepped into his space with more speed than he had with Damian. Tim dove to the side at the last second, taking the time to analyze holes in Jason’s defense. Jason turned towards him, sweeping a leg out, which would definitely do some damage if he landed the hit. Tim back handspringed out of range and reset his form. 

Jason narrowed his eyes at the speed of the move. It rivaled Dick’s acrobatics, which Jason had plenty of experience against. In a second, Tim had lunged to his left at the same time Jason had swung out with his left hand, opening the defense on his right side. Tim saw it as the move Damian had gotten caught in. He put distance between himself and Jason, using his smaller stature to his advantage. 

Jason huffed at his failed diversion, pulling his right hand back up to seal his defense. He struck out with his right hand, and Tim came up underneath his arm. Seeming to climb Jason like a jungle gym, Tim wrapped his hands around Jason’s upper arm and flipped right onto Jason’s shoulders, landing with one leg locked out to hold his arm in place, and the other came around Jason’s head, applying a pressure that suggested danger if they were to proceed. If he had swung wider, he would’ve toppled both of them. 

Damian looked shocked, not only at the outcome of the spar but also the speed at which it ended. Even Dick seemed a little surprised at the ease Tim had managed the spar with broken ribs. 

Jason had a large grin on his face. He dropped his stance and brought his hands up to cup Tim’s butt, holding him in place. He dropped to his knees slowly so Tim could dismount with ease. “Alright, murder thighs, you’ve proven yourself.”

Tim laughed, leaning in for a kiss before he left Jason’s space. Jason smiled into the kiss, proud of the way Tim handled himself. Maybe now Damian would treat him seriously. 

Damian glared at the sight of the former Robins. “Drake, your disgusting displays of affection do not belong in the Cave!”

Tim looked over his shoulder at Damian’s stunned face, “Fine, I’ll take my ‘disgusting displays’ inside.” He stood, holding his hand out to Jason. 

Damian went red, “With Todd? Grayson has a claim on him, you disrespectful harlot! You cannot take whatever you want, interloper!”

Tim gave him a dry look and walked over to Dick with Jason at his side, ignoring Damian. Dick shook himself and looked at Tim with a bright smile, “That was great, Baby Bird! You definitely have a signature move.” He pulled Tim into his lap and squeezed him in a tight hug. “Dames, are you going another round?”

Jason cut in, “Nah, I think I’m done for now.” He stepped close, grabbing his water from Dick’s side and dropping a kiss on his hair. 

Damian sputtered at Dick’s non-reaction and the casual displays of affection. “Richard, what is the meaning of this?”

Dick seemed puzzled, “What do you mean?”

“Drake is trying to take your chosen partner away from you!”

“No he’s not.” Dick said simply. “We’re together.”

Damian rolled his eyes, “Yes Richard, everyone knows you and Todd are inseparable.”

“And Tim.”

Damian’s brain seemed to buffer at that. He narrowed his eyes, “What do you mean?”

Dick sighed, “The three of us. We’re together.”

Damian laughed, “That’s not possible. Father would’ve mentioned it.”

Tim rolled his eyes, “Damian, we’ve been sharing a bedroom all week. At this point it’s willful ignorance on Bruce’s part.”

“You’re not worthy of such partners.” Damian said, returning to hostility. 

Tim, fed up with Damian’s never ending attitude, stood aggressively. “Do you want to take this to the mats?” He hissed. 

Damian stepped into his space, using his couple inches of height for intimidation, “Gladly.” 

Tim shoved him back, “What’s your fucking problem with me?”

“You’re an unwanted interloper who has done nothing but suck resources from my family.” They met in the middle of the mats, not pausing for Dick to announce the start this time. 

“I don’t even use Wayne money! I have my own.” Tim lunged at Damian, a tight fist for his face. 

“That does not matter. You are a blight on the Robin name.” Damian dodged, kicking low. 

Tim flipped over the incoming leg, “The only blight here is you! Ra’s doesn’t even want you. He wants me to lead the League next.”

”You’re a liar, Drake. And not a good one!” Damian lurched a knee towards Tim, who swiftly dodged. 

“I’M NOT LYING. I see him more than you do!” He retaliated with a kick of his own, nailing Damian in his side. 

Damian coughed and disengaged, “I see. So you can’t have the Wayne name, you'll go for the Al Ghul one? Pathetic.”

Tim threw his hands down, “I don’t want anything to do with the Wayne name or the Al Ghul one! Neither has ever helped me.” He breathed heavily, “All you ever do is try to kill me and Bruce just lets you! Your mom does the same fucking thing every fucking year and Ra’s never stops her. Why would I want anything to do with people that don’t care what happens to me?”

Damian seemed to pause at that. “You don’t want the Wayne name and you don’t use Wayne resources.” He glared, “Then why are you here?”

Tim huffed, tears coming to his eyes. All adrenaline ran out of him. “Because it’s either being treated like shit constantly, or being on my own. I was alone my entire childhood, I don’t want it.”

Alfred had made his way downstairs, he caught the yelling from the kitchen, “That is enough Master Damian. I will be telling Master Bruce about this incident,” He said sternly. 

Tim sighed, wiping at his eyes, “Don’t bother. He won’t do anything anyway. Jay can you help pack up the car? I think we’re done here.”