Jason gaped at Bruce, then took off his helmet and rubbed his eyes. "Willis… wasn't my dad?"

Bruce gave a terse nod, then turned back to his computer. "I'm running a search now, so we can rule out anyone of the same sort. It'll be finished in approximately twenty hours, but I thought you'd like to know sooner, rather than later."

Dick cleared his throat.

"Dick thought you'd like to know sooner."

Jason stared at his older brother, then strode over to him and wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in his shoulder. "Thank you."

Dick returned the hug. "Not a problem, Little Wing. Do you want to help me compile a list of Sheila's known associates, in case Bruce's search comes up negative? Or do you want to go home and tell Roy?"

Jason laughed and stepped back, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck. Roy's gonna want to know."

"Then get going." Dick slapped his shoulder and smiled. "I'll get to work on that list, you go get your man."

Jason swallowed and nodded, cramming his helmet on his head and sprinting for his bike. "Arsenal," he called, once he was on the highway. "Are you home?"

"Jaybird?" Roy's voice quickened on the last syllable. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Jason croaked. "I gotta tell you something. Have you blown the budget yet? I feel like eating in."

"Subs, Chinese, or pizza?"

"Thai."

"Wow, must be special." Roy paused. "You sure everything's okay? Should I find a babysitter for Lian?"

Jason thought a moment. "I don't know. Yeah, probably a babysitter would be good. I'll be there in fifteen."

"See you soon. Actually wait – you want like fifteen servings of wantons, right?"

Jason laughed. "Shut up."

Twenty minutes later, he opened the door and froze. "Candles?"

Roy smiled nervously and walked over to kiss him. "The way you were talking, it sounded like a candles kinda night."

Jay shook his head. "Nah, you just don't have the best track record with fire."

"That was one time!" Roy threw his hands in the air as he followed Jason to the dark coffee table and started opening containers of takeout. "So what's going on?"

Jason took a bite and leaned back on the couch, trying to think of how best to say it.

Roy set down his own food and looked at the floor.

Jason glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "I'm not breaking up with you."

"Oh, thank God." Roy pitched forward, catching his head in his hands.

Jay reached over to pull his boyfriend close. "You're not getting rid of me that easy. But, no, apparently, I have three dads."

Roy frowned and counted on his fingers before looking up. "So – not Willis?"

"Yeah." Jason laughed breathlessly. "Can you believe it?"

"Who, then?"

"Don't know."

Roy reached for his food again.

"Will by tomorrow, though. Maybe."

"Nervous?"

"Fuck, yes."

"Wanna talk about it?"

Jason shook his head. "Nah, let's watch something while we eat, and then we can find other ways to distract ourselves."

Roy laughed. "And that's the real reason you wanted our daughter gone."

Jason froze a moment. "Our daughter, huh? I like that." He glanced down at Roy and grinned. "When I meet my bio dad, maybe I'll tell him he's a granddad. Only if he's not a complete douche, though."

"But you're going to meet him."

"Yeah." Jason stretched out his legs. "I don't care what Bruce says. I gotta know, man."

Roy nodded and waved the remote in the air. "What are we feeling like? Explosions or laughter?"

"Do you even know me?"

"Both it is," Roy chuckled.