Bruce Wayne sat in the large armchair in his living room, staring out the window and waiting.

He saw the batwing high in the sky and smiled, sipping on the glass of wine in his hand. The telltale noises of movement in the cave were quiet but to his ears deafening. His hands twitched to meet Terry as he slowly made his way up the stairs but Bruce sat quietly pretending not to hear.

When Terry set down his cowl loudly, nearly cracking it on the table he paused.

"So I got a call from my mother just now," Terry started, sitting on the couch and removing his boot.

"Oh?" Bruce asked, feigning disinterest.

Terry tossed the boot and started on the other. "Yeah, she said something interesting."

"How is Mary?" Bruce asked, sipping his wine again.

Terry met his gaze and said, "She's fine. She told me something about you, actually. And my brother."

Bruce set his wine down on the table and said softly. "Ah, yes."

"You're not gonna lie and tell me it's not true?" Terry asked, surprised.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "I've never lied to you unless I had to. I see no need to lie now."

Terry kicked off his second boot and stood, walking over to Bruce's chair and staring him down angrily.

"She said you tried to scare him off of Roy Harper and that you…hate Roy for some reason," Terry whispered, putting his hands on Bruce's shoulders and leaning down to sit astride his lap.

Bruce's arms automatically went to Terry's hips and he said, "I take it our talk did not work in that regard?"

Terry smiled, leaning down and kissing Bruce tenderly, whispering, "Thank you," before pressing his forehead against Bruce's.

Bruce frowned. "You're not upset."

Terry kissed him again. "You were trying to protect Matt. I get it. You did a crappy job of it, obviously, but you were doing it for me."

Bruce's hands tightened on his hips and he pulled Terry closer, breathing into his neck and whispering, "I love you, McGinnis."

Terry closed his eyes and sighed deeply. "I know. That's why you have me all to yourself."

Bruce lifted his head and kissed Terry again. "I just hope that…"

Terry shook his head, pushing Bruce back. "Promise me something."

Bruce nodded. "Anything."

Terry swallowed. "Promise you'll leave it alone."

Bruce frowned. "Terry, Harper is…"

Terry put a finger across Bruce's lips. "Promise me. My little brother is happy, Bruce. I called him after I got off the phone with Mom and you should have heard him, he's…he's happy. He's in love."

Bruce moved his finger. "He's a child who doesn't know any better."

Terry grinned, wiggling in his lap and making Bruce growl. "Like I did?"

"That's not the…" Bruce started but Terry cut him off.

"It's exactly the same. I know what it's like to be in love at eighteen with someone older, dangerous, and smoldering."

"I was an old man, McGinnis, nothing smoldering about it."

Terry kissed him and said smiling, "You don't know what a little gray hair does for me."

Bruce sighed. "Harper will hurt your brother, Terry. We both know it. Ending it now will keep Matthew from having any pain in the future."

Terry sighed. "You don't even know how you sound, do you? Leave them alone, Bruce. For me. I know what it was like when I was in love with you, all those new confusing feelings and the overwhelming excitement of it all. I…I want that, for Matt. Please."

Bruce kissed him hungrily, pulling Terry close and pushing his tongue inside of Terry's mouth, their tongues battling for dominance. Terry groaned when he felt Bruce's hand sneaking up the back of his pants and when they pulled apart for air Bruce growled, "For you, only for you," before devouring him completely.

Jason Tolne stood staring out at the night sky, trying to remember what it felt like to enjoy being out on nights like this.

"Come home, Jase," he heard Dick's voice in his ear, making him smile.

"What's in it for me?" he asked, sliding down to the ground from on high.

Dick paused.

"We can…practice training together," Dick said softly.

Jason smiled. "I'll be home soon."

"I love you, Robin."

Jason sighed, "I love you too."

"Then why aren't you home already?" Dick asked, and Jason could hear the frown in his voice.

He revved up his bike and smiled, running his hand tenderly across the R that was painted across the top of it. "I'll tell you when I get there," he whispered, speeding off into the night.

"So he's happy then?"

Lian Harper sat back in her desk chair, twirling around and smiling.

"Yes, he's happy," she said, "I've never seen him happier, actually."

The voice on the other end of the phone laughed. "Then you haven't seen him after a few nights with me, pumpkin."

Lian frowned. "Don't get in the way of this, okay?" she asked.

Her mother sighed. "You're no fun. I always wanted to see Roy with another man, it's always been a favorite fantasy of mine. Daughter, you owe me big for this."

Lian smiled. "Thank you, Mother. I appreciate your distance."

Chesire smiled to herself as she sat outside of Roy Harper's estate, peeking in the window with a pair of high powered binoculars. "You're quite welcome, daughter."

Lian frowned. "You're there already, aren't you?"

She laughed. "You know me too well."

Lian sighed, laying her head down on her desk. "Try not to be seen, will you?"

Chesire's smile was luminescent in the darkness. "Do you not know me at all?"

Roy lay in bed with Matt asleep in his arms. He ran his fingers through Matt's hair and the younger man sighed in his sleep.

He had only known Matt for weeks, but he knew this was it for him.

For them.

There had never been this much rightness about anyone before and the peace that overtook him just staring at Matthew McGinnis was breathtaking.

He kissed the top of Matt's head and held him tighter.

"Mmm…Roy, what's wrong?" Matt asked sleepily.

Roy shook his head, blinking back tears. "Nothing, Matt. Nothing at all."

Matt smiled, not opening his eyes but lifting up his head for a kiss that Roy could not help obliging. Their mouths moved slowly, learning the taste and savoring every second. When they pulled apart Matt opened his eyes and licked his lips with a grin. "You know, it's been a week," he whispered, kissing Roy again and rolling onto his back.

The redhead stared at him, puzzled, and then his eyes widened some and his smile was one that Matt was quickly growing used to deciphering. Roy ran a hand down his face and their skin touched. "I think we already threw out that rule, haven't we?"

Matt's grin widened. "I still think we should mark the occasion."

Roy groaned, pulling him close and whispering, "I am so lucky to have found you."

Matt gripped the back of his neck and pressed their foreheads together before declaring, "We found each other, don't you remember? So many things could have happened, I could have never go in the study and you might have missed..."

Roy cut off the rest of his sentence with a kiss, capturing his lips and making Matt writhe in his arms before pulling back and staring down at who he knew now was the love of his life. "I never miss, Matt. Remember?"

Matt smiled, a slight blush coming to his cheeks. "I guess I forgot. Remind me again?"

Roy's smile was luminous. "With pleasure."

THE END

(and I mean it this time, I swear)