"Shut up." He sighed making me laugh a little. It was a few long seconds before I spoke again, 

"why's this so hard?"

"I'll tell you when I find out." he huffed, blowing a stray hair up from his forehead, "but hey, it's all going to be okay, alright?" His hand caught my chin lifting it so I could stare into his electric blue eyes,

"Alright, geez, no more chick flick moments!" I batted his hand away while wiping any stray tears from my eyes. He simply slumped down to sit on my floor and laugh at me, "I'm fine, now." I assured, gaining a grip on my explosive emotions.

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That night I stayed home, and Dick went out on patrol alone, it was difficult for me but it was therapeutic, at least that's what Dick told me it would be when Bruce benched me. Now I was sitting on the couch, my elbows on my knees sharpening my knives, like usual. And Tim was on the other side of the couch typing away on his computer and eating Cheetos too loud for someone who wasn't willing to share...that jerk. Every once in a while he'd just stare at me for a few seconds and then clack clack clack keep typing...siblings, I tell you. Life was so much simpler when it was just Dick and I. Except for all the fights, screaming matches, premature midlife crisis, but hey, at least Dick shared the Cheetos,

"I was fine on my own, Bruce, I didn't need your help!" Dick spun around while walking out of the study, where the entrance to the cave was, clearly he was upset. Bruce and Damian both followed but Damian quickly broke off to pet the cat while Bruce just had a mad look in his face,

"I was just helping out." Bruce tried to explain,

"Ahh, the good old days." I sighed, speaking in regards to their bickering,

"No, Bruce, you watched me from the shadows the whole time and swooped in the minute I got punched in the face!" Dick was actully livid, I hadn't seen him like this in a long while,

"Okay, well I panicked." Bruce rolled his eyes, I snickered,

"Daddybats in action." I murmmered getting a giggle from Tim,

"But I had it handled." Dick declared,

"You also let yourself get roofied last night!" Bruce suddenly got real serious, real quick, making Dick tense up as he stopped moving,

"You think I let myself get drugged?" Dick folded his arms, all of us brothers immediately put away what we were doing and got defensive looks in our eyes. This conversation was about to get heated, "like it was a choice?"

"Well if you were a little smarter-"

"And a little uglier, huh, like you, maybe they wouldn't have even tried?" Dick went off on him with the most downright sassy tone I had ever heard. Bruce was taken aback for a moment, I could see that twitch in the brow was one from his pride being injured, didn't know that could happen, but if anyone could chip away at Bruce's self image it would be Dick,

"You're not understanding-"

"No, Bruce, I'm not."

"I'm trying to keep you safe."

"And I'm trying to tell you to give me some space."

"Dick, you're being overdramatic-"

"-I'm moving back to Bludhaven." Dick suddenly blurted out into the conversation making my brows jump up towards the ceiling,

"What?" Bruce and I both shouted in unison. Tim and Damian both going wide eyed. I stood up and promptly walked over to Dick wrapped my arms around his knees, lifting him over my shoulder, yes, like a sack of potatoes, and walked him up to his room without uttering a single word until I kicked his door closed behind us. I put him down before me and waiting for a second for him to acclimate to the new space,

"Are you crazy?" I barked, "Moving out? On your own? Are you silly? Did you inhale some joker gas? Did that punch knock the sense out of you?"

"Jason, I can't deal with him anymore, I see why I left in the first place. He treats me like I'm still a child when I make one little mistake. I'm so sick of it." DIck spoke of Bruce. I sighed knowing he was right and I honestly should move back into my gotham apartment. I was planning on moving back out when Dick did, I just didn't expect it so soon,

I took a deep sigh, "Okay."

"Okay?" He looked at me like I was crazy for giving him the blessing,

"Yes, you can move out, in fact, I'm going to move back to my apartment as well."

"Holy crap, Jason." He uttered, "So we're doing this?" he began to get excited,

"I guess, we're doing this." I shook my head convincing myself that this is what we were doing, "One condition." I raised my finger stopping his little victory dance,

"What?" His bright blue eyes became round,

"You have to visit often."

"Same goes for you, Jaybird."

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(Finish)

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