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Jason grunted as he dropped down over the hedge, peering up at the Manor with a weary sigh. His patrols had brought him right by the mansion and he was far too tired to travel all the way back home, so he had decided to crash there. He paused before heading for the front doors, skirting around to the side of the building he pulled out his grapple, hooking it above the window of his old room. Quickly scaling the side of the manor, he stopped a foot either side of the windowsill.
Jason pushed on his window. It didn’t move. He readjusted his grip on the grapple and tried again. It didn’t budge.
“Fuck!”
He weighed up his options, knowing that at least one of his family would be home he released the grapple and started to climb around the building. He dropped silently down onto Bruce’s balcony and glanced in through the glass doors.
‘The one time he’s home…’
Bruce was in bed, lying on his side facing the window with Clark’s strong arm wrapped around him, both men fast asleep. The familiar blue suit was discarded on the floor.
Jason sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes as he scanned the closest windows. He spotted a soft glow coming from two windows down and smiled, climbing back over the railing.
Tim was sat on his bed; laptop open with his earphones on when he glanced over at the window. He looked back a second later and yelped, throwing his headphones off as he saw a shadow looking in on him.
The shadow waved.
Tim sighed; Jason saw him signal something to the screen before closing it and climbing off the bed.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Were the first words out of his mouth as he opened the window, moving to let Jason drop inside.
“Well hello to you too little bro, here was closer than home so I’m crashing in my room tonight.” He glanced at the closed laptop. “What are you doing?”
Tim ignored the question.
“Bruce would have a fit if he saw you out there.”
“Oh relax, he’s off having Super cuddles, he won’t know.”
He saw Tim glance back at his laptop and smirked. “I’m sorry. Were you in the middle of something?”
“No.”
Jason jumped over to the bed. “So, you won’t mind if I have a look, then?”
His hand was a breath away from the laptop when it was slapped away, Tim having dived on the bed. He saw Jason’s smug raised eyebrow and sighed.
“I was just talking to a friend.”
“A friend… or your boyfriend?”
Tim’s mouth fell open before he could stop it. “What do you-“
“You gotta stop telling Dick things, Bud.”
Jason ducked the pillow that was thrown at his head as he bolted for the door.
“Get out!”
“Tell Bernie I said hi.”
“OUT!”
Jason dodged out of Tim’s door with a grin.
“Master Todd!”
Jason froze, slowly turning around to the source of the familiar English voice.
“Evening Alfred. Bit late for you, isn’t it?”
“Yes, well when I hear an unexpected guest creeping around disturbing everyone, rest does not come easy.”
The Butler was in his pyjamas with his robe fastened tightly around his waist. Jason felt a little guilty for having woken the old man up.
“Yeah, sorry. Wasn’t planned.”
“I figured, do leave Master Drake alone in future.”
“But he’s so easy to wind up.”
“All the more reason. And Jason? For the love of all that is holy and the sake of my nerves, use the bloody front door!”
Jason smiled a little sheepishly, still not immune to a telling off from the Butler.
“You got it, Al.”
Jason gave the white haired man a nod and turned to head down the corridor, pausing when he heard Alfred speak again.
“There are leftovers in the fridge if you’re staying. Five minutes in the oven to warm through, take as much as you want.”
Jason looked back at the butler with a genuine smile. “Thanks Alfred, good night.”
“Goodnight Master Todd.”
Jason trapsed into the kitchen, turning on a light he opened the fridge and grinned when he spotted the leftover lasagne.
“God bless you, Alfred.” Jason said to himself as he pulled the half-full glass dish out. He set the oven and pulled out his phone, jumping up onto the table he spotted a text from Roy and smiled, swinging his legs gently as he replied.
‘Hey. Where’d you end up?’
‘Crystal gave me a room for cheap. She’s got kind eyes and soft hands.’
Roy replied almost instantly.
‘Crystal! Tell her Big Roy says hi. She’ll remember me.’
Jason snorted.
‘LOL. Idiot
Crashing at the manor’
‘Text me when you’re in bed ;)’
Jason jumped as the oven timer pinged, too distracted by Roy’s flirty messages to pay attention to his food. He dropped his phone on the table as he launched himself to his feet, retrieving his food from the oven.
He sat at the table, eating straight from the dish with a fork, lazily swapping flirty silly texts with Roy and updating his notes on the case he was working on. He yawned widely, eating the last two bites from the dish he leaned back in the chair, stretching his limbs out before flopping back in the chair.
Jason jumped to his feet as he heard someone padding quietly towards the kitchen, smiling wide as he spotted the intruder.
“Baby Bro!”
Damien looked up and sighed. “Oh, it’s you.”
“God, you are all so pleased to see me tonight. What are you doing up?”
“I wanted a glass of water.”
“Long way to go for water.” Jason said casually as he moved over to Damien. “Were you coming to check on me? Worried about your big brother?”
“You’re not my brother.”
“Heck, the way Bruce is going half the city is gonna be our siblings, you better get used to it.”
Damien fixed him with a look as he filled up his glass, turning off the water and taking a sip before continuing.
“Does father know you’re here?”
“No, he’s asleep. In his room.”
“Yes, with Clark.”
“Oh.” Jason blinked, distracting himself with rinsing off the dish as he spoke. “You know about that then, huh?”
“Yes.” Damien placed his cup on the table, slipping into a chair as Jason joined him. “Father told me a while ago.”
“And you’re,” Jason cleared his throat. “You’re alright with that?”
Damien shrugged. “I don’t really understand it, but… Father’s happier when Clark’s here, calmer somehow.” He fiddled with his glass. “And Clark’s nice.”
“Yeah. He is.”
“Alfred bakes more when he’s here too.”
“He does?”
Damien nodded. “Clark has a sweet tooth.”
Jason grinned. “So, you’re getting all the treats then. Did you have any tonight?”
Damien shook his head. “They got back late.”
“Well;” Jason said, pushing himself up out of the chair. “That simply will not do. I want dessert.”
He strolled over to the freezer, poking around inside as Damien watched him suspiciously.
“Aha!” Jason said, standing back up with a tub in his hands. “Ice cream!”
“It is too late for ice cream.”
Jason was digging around in a drawer and pointed a spoon at him. “Hey. It is never too late for ice cream.”
Damien frowned, obviously giving the idea serious thought.
“I won’t tell Alfred if you don’t.”
Damien peeked up at him, looking every one of his young years in his pyjamas with a loose hoodie over the top. “I suppose a little bit would be okay.”
Jason smiled and came back to the table.
“And then we have to go to bed.” Damien said as Jason dropped into the chair next to him, handing him a spoon.
“You’re the boss.” Jason simply replied, popping open the tub and settling it between them.
A good chunk of the tub later, Jason sat back with a groan, clutching his forehead. “Ow. Brain freeze.”
Damien huffed a laugh. “Had enough?”
Jason nodded. “Let’s leave Alfred some or he’ll never forgive us.”
Damien grinned, hopping from the chair as Jason fastened up the tub.
“C’mon. Let’s get you to bed before your sugar rush kicks in. I’ll walk you up.”
Jason stashed the ice cream at the back of the freezer as Damien rinsed off the spoons before they both headed upstairs. Damien stopped outside his room, bidding Jason a goodnight before slipping inside.
Jason reached his own room a few minutes later, pausing at the door he pulled out his phone as it chirped, smirking at an impatient message from Roy.
“Master Todd! Go to sleep!”
Jason grinned at the distant voice of Alfred as he opened his door, shutting it with a click behind him.