Right Where I Belong
Happy Birthday, @iphoenixrising.
Nightwing slipped in through the window, employing all of his abilities in stealth and hacking as he broke through the security of one of the most secure places in Gotham. It took forever to his impatient sense of time, but he knew one slip up and he’d either be electrocuted, a bird-a-ran-kabob, or an electrocuted-bird-a-rang kabob because Timmy was really getting serious about people breaking into his place. Even if they were well-meaning vigilantes that were just checking in on the resident work-‘til-you-drop-lone-island-asshole. He and Jason had come up with more inventive and truer titles for Red Robin, but that was one of the more innocent ones.
Regardless, Dick felt he should check in when neither Tim nor Jay answered his comms all night. They were both Bats. They always answered the call and seeing how there was no caller ID on ear pieces they shouldn’t have known it was him calling because yes those two jerks have ignored him before. So mean. Makes him wonder why he put up with them.
His wondering was put to an end when he finally entered Red’s perch and saw the living room. Stretched out on the couch was Jason, laying on his back and laying on his chest was Tim, sleeping for once. It had to be one of the most adorable things N had ever seen. Normally when Jason slept he threw his limbs in every direction, but here he had practically wrapped himself around the smaller man. It made Dick silently ask if that was how he looked when he went Hug-Monster on someone. Tim was actually laid out, pressed against Jason with his head laying on the bigger man’s shoulder. This was a bit odd because Dick knew for a fact that Tim tended to curl up into a ball in his sleep. To see him practically melted over Jason was a sight to see.
Nightwing was wondering if he could possibly get a camera and a picture without waking up either of the sleeping heroes (he was practically dancing in place because this was so cute he could feel himself getting cavities for the first time in his life) when blue eyes slid open and reflected in the light. For a single moment, Dick cursed himself for waking Tim up, but it was Jason who brought a finger to his lips to signal for silence.
They both waited for a moment, watching for any movement from the sleeping man, before breathing a small sigh of relief when Red only sniffled gently. Jason waved Dick over and gestured to Tim. “Can you grab him?” he asked, barely speaking above his breath. “I want to get him to bed.”
N bit his bottom lip, looking over his youngest lover with the same intensity he gave a ticking time bomb, before nodding and sliding his arms under Tim. Jason helped roll and flip the vigilante over and Tim, of course, woke up.
“Hmm?” he hummed, slitting open his eyes and shifting in the arms that held him. Red wrapped his arms around Dick’s shoulders and dropped his head to the larger man’s collar bone. “Wazza?”
The fact that the hero hadn’t woken up kicking and fighting spoke of trust and Dick couldn’t help but share a smile with Jason before dropping his head to kiss the long, inky black locks of hair. “Nothing, Timmy. Just going to bed.” He moved to walk down the hall.
Tim sniffed delicately before grumbling. “You smell.”
“I know. I’ll take a shower.”
“Good.” Tim blinked rather slowly before leaning up to nuzzle the jaw above him, pressing a kiss to the smooth skin. “’M cold.” His body chose that moment to shiver and to prove his point.
Nightwing shushed his youngest lover as he lowered him to bed. Jason crawled in from the other side of the massive bed and they both burrowed underneath the thick comforter, curling into each other. Dick took a moment to savor the image before rushing to clean up.
It was no surprise that the pair were already asleep by the time he got back, but they both stirred as he got into bed, spooning up behind Tim. This was his favorite time of night. They both turned to him and demanded kisses. Jason grumbled impatiently and patted his hip in small reprimand as he first kissed Red, teasing their lips together with infinite care and love before giving in to the larger man’s demand and kissing him. It was their nighttime ritual. As long as they were able to wake up when one of them crawled into bed they traded hello and goodnight kisses. The best thing about it, though? Dick didn’t start it. Tim did and Jason pushed to continue it.
It was small things like that and tangling themselves together under a blanket to fend off the chill of night that warmed Dick’s heart because he would never get this anywhere else. This is where he belonged. Right here with Jason arm snaking under pillows and blankets to act as his pillow, with Tim pressed fully to his chest, with Jason’s other arm resting over Tim and on his hip, with Tim’s arms wrapped tightly around his chest, and with all their legs kicked and wrapped around each other. He belonged here where they shared the same air, the same heat, the same space. He belonged right here with Tim and Jason and he couldn’t think of anything better in the world.
Dick smiled as he clutched his boyfriends closer and closed his eyes, drifting off into warm peace and love.