author note - Second attempt to write some Jaydick. Sorry for any OOC'ness that will no doubt take place, but I'll try my hardest.

Don't own Batman or any DC characters. If I did there would be a lot more Jason and Dick cuddling.

Dick smoothed down his skin tight black shirt emblazoned with the bright blue sigil of his rockstar persona, Nightwing. He then carefully fluffed his hair and slid on his domino mask. The point of the mask you might ask? Well that is to hide his real identity. It had started when he was young and just joining the world of music. His agent, billionaire Bruce Wayne, didn't want his childhood bogged down by the crazy media and had come up with the idea. Now all of his little rockstars had secret identities. There was Red Robin, the Robin, and the dynamic duo Black Bat and Batgirl. Dick chuckled. Bruce got less inventive in the naming department as the years progressed.

"Are you about ready Nightwing?" Bruce called in through the cracked door to his dressing room.

"Yep course I am papa B. Lead the way" Nightwing swaggered to the door with a spring in his step. He was doing another interview for his upcoming album. He was pretty stoked for this particular interview because it was with Oracle aka Barbara Gordon aka one of the hottest women Dick had ever laid eyes on. Her fiery red hair was just as fiery as her personality. Oh and she was freaking smart.

He waited off stage for her to introduce him in that confident cool voice of hers. Damn she was a magnificent female. When her voice announced him and the crowd cheered, Nightwing gracefully flew across the stage with a dazzling smile. After the roar of the audience settled down, Oracle gave him a small nod.

"It's a pleasure to have you here tonight Nightwing. Thanks for joining us."

"Nah the pleasure is all mine" Nightwing said as he threw a peace sign at the audience. Of course they cheered at that.

The interview was going spectacular in Dick's opinion. Nightwing was selling himself and his album wonderfully and having Oracle's calming smiles directed at him was an experience.

"So how does it feel to have a bunch of young singers taking up the mask behind you?"

"Feels pretty cool!" Nightwing said charmingly. "Mr. Wayne's really let us have a normal life behind all the glitz and glam. It's actually pretty amazing to be able to go home at the end of the day and not be hounded by paparazzi."

"I bet" Oracle said honestly. "All though not all the masked rockstars belong to Wayne Enterprises. What are your thoughts on the Red Hood taking the mask up right after you?"

"Oh good old Hoodie…" Nightwing said fondly. "I just feel flattered that the young man decided to take our idea and run with it. It's pretty impressive that he's made it this far by himself."

"Have you ever thought about doing a joint song with the Red Hood like you've done with the other masked crusaders?"

"Have I thought about it? Sure, but in all honesty, I'd be too intimidated to ask. He's kind of scary after all" Nightwing whispered and shivered dramatically. "You have no idea what's going on under that red helmet. Is he smiling? Is he bearing his pointy fangs? Who knows…?" Nightwing broke off with a chuckle at the end.

"Well good news for you then. We actually have the Red Hood waiting backstage to join us and since he's already heard you're interested maybe he'll give us an answer" Oracle beamed and waved her hand to have the Red Hood join them.

Nightwing continued to smile charmingly, but Dick Grayson was kind of freaking the fuck out. It was one thing to tease the Red Hood when he wasn't within earshot. It was another thing entirely to be within reach of those strong hands that might have grabbed at him in the past and pinned him to walls backstage of venues. He swallowed thickly as he glanced towards the area where guests appeared. He had to suppress the urge to let his mouth gape as the Red Hood sauntered onto the stage.

Why did he feel like gaping? Because this was the first fucking time that he actually got a glimpse of the face beneath the red helmet and daammnnn boy. The Red Hood was wearing a domino mask pretty damn similar to Nightwing's except you know with red embellishments. His hair was black with a patch of dyed white fluff at the front and it was wavy. He had a strong jaw and that teasing smirk was making Dick's stomach do flips. All his theories about the Red Hood hiding an ugly maw under the helmet flew off into the wind. Now he had a stupidly handsome face to match that stupidly hot body.

He was in his typical get up. Leather jacket over tight black shirt. Except this time his shirt had what appeared to be a red blocky image of a bird. Dammit. He was fucking mocking Nightwing and what did Nightwing do? He smiled like the bloody charming idiot he portrayed. He also suppressed the shiver that threatened to wrack his body as the Red Hood plopped down next to him on the couch. He threw his muscular arms over the back of the couch around Nightwing's shoulders like they were good old chums. He also crossed one leg over the other causing his knee to bump casually into Nightwing's thigh.

"Hey Nightingale long time no see" the Red Hood said in a silky smooth manly voice.

"Hey Hoodie. How's it been hanging?" Nightwing replied back and turned his body slightly towards the other man. Hell no was he going to let this stupid man intimidate him. He hadn't all these years and it wasn't going to start now.

Bruce sighed backstage and ran a hand over his face. He had not calculated for this particular problem and just had to hope that Dick could handle himself without making a lovesick fool of himself. Yes. He knew all about Dick Grayson's supposed not crush on the Red Hood. No matter how many times Bruce told Dick that the Red Hood was bad news, the young rockstar just ignored him and added more Red Hood shit to his collection. The posters on his walls were an eye sore. Not to mention that CD collection.

"Oh you know…it's been going. So what's this I hear about you being intimidated by me?" The Red Hood teased and gave him a little shit eating grin.

Nightwing waved his hand dismissively in front of him. "Pfft. I wasn't serious Hoodie. I knew underneath that helmet you were nothing but a cuddly little kitten."

"Oh. Do you like kittens? Cause you can totally cuddle me if you want."

Oh hell no! Nightwing not blushing on stage. On live TV. This was not happening. He laughed and patted the Red Hood on the knee that was still bumping into his own leg. "You wish Hoodie. You wish."

The Red Hood just smiled at him and Nightwing was really at a loss for what to say or what to do. Thankfully the red haired goddess known as Oracle came to his rescue.

"So Red Hood. I know you've been asked this before, but you've never really given a straight answer to the question. Did you decide to hide your identity behind the helmet because you were inspired by Nightwing?"

The Red Hood just shrugged. "I'll just say what I've always said. People can think whatever they want to about it."

Oracle let out a sigh. "You've always been a difficult one to interview, you know that?"

"Yep" the Red Hood said casually as a couple fingers casually played with the back of Nightwing's hair.

Nightwing thanked the lord that his Domino masked covered his eyes, so no one would see the slightly panicked look in them. He was not prepared for this. Usually when he was going to be around the Red Hood he had plenty of time to mentally fortify himself. He did not have that opportunity now and he was a second away from dashing off this couch. Instead he shifted awkwardly and continued to smile.

"However to answer the question about whether I would do a joint album with Nightingale here? The answer is yes. In a heartbeat. I've always looked up to man."

Dick wasn't sure how much his heart would be able to handle. As of right now it was beating like a freight train. "Oh Hoodie that's so very sweet of you. It's almost enough for me to forgive you for stealing my masked idea. Almost."

"Nuh uh uh Nightie. I didn't steal anything, but if it makes you feel better, I'll do anything you want to make up for it" the Red Hood said in that smooth voice of his and hell Dick was pretty sure that it sounded like pure sex to his blushing ears.

An awkward cough interrupted the little stare down they were having. They both looked towards Oracle and smiled politely. After that the interview moved onto safer territory revolving around music, future plans, etc etc. The Red Hood's fingers continued to tease Nightwing's hair and Nightwing's hand continued to linger on Red Hood's knee.

By the time it was over, Nightwing, as gracefully as he could, fled to his dressing room. Bruce met him on the way there and gave him a little look. The fangirls were going to have a field day with that whole damn interview and small touches. Nightwing waved it off. He would deal with Bruce's reproachful looks later. Right now he needed silence to get his heart under control. He let out a shaky breath as the door shut behind him. He leaned against it and shut his eyes. A squeak escaped him at a breathy little chuckle. He opened his eyes only to find the Red Hood standing casually in his dressing room twirling his baseball cap around on his fingers.

"Hey there Nightingale" the Red Hood purred as he swaggered up to him. The hat being forgotten on the way.

Dick took a deep breath as the Red Hood paused in front of him. "Hey yourself. What the hell are you doing in my room Hood?" Dick said trying to sound irritated. He failed a little as the Red Hood trailed a finger against his cheek that was most definitely pink despite his willing it not to be.

The Red Hood made a humming noise as he continued to run his calloused fingers against Dick's face. Dick took a deep inhale when it traced his lower lip. He opened his mouth to make a snappy little comment, but instead squeaked when the Red Hood kissed him. He kissed him! Dick's brain had a complete shut down as the Red Hood's tongue mapped the inside of his mouth and his fingers buried themselves into this silky black hair.

He let out a pathetic little moan as the Red Hood pressed their bodies closer and he wrapped his arms around the Red Hood's neck while one of his legs wrapped around the Red Hood's hip. The Red Hood growled and ground against Dick's body. His fingers gripped hard at Dick's hips. Dick knew he shouldn't be giving into this. It would completely blow up in his face, but god had he fantasized about this moment for way too long. His constant verbal sparring with the Red Hood over the years had somehow turned into vicious flirting and they both knew that's what it was.

"Hoodie…" Dick groaned as he threw his head back against the door.

"Yeah little birdie…?" The Red Hood whispered as he sucked at Dick's neck.

Dick moaned and ground his hips forward just a little harder. "What are you doing?"

The Red Hood grabbed at his ass and squeezed. "Isn't it obvious? I want to be doing you…" He groaned when Dick pulled at his hair. "I've wanted you forever Dickiebird."

Dick froze mid grind as that little sentence invaded into his foggy brain. The Red Hood was still sucking at his neck. He pulled hard on that black messy hair getting a little growl out of the Red Hood.

"Fuck! What the hell? That hurt!" The Red Hood groaned and dropped his hands from Dick's body.

"What did you just say?" Dick asked in a strained voice.

"What?" the Red Hood replied in a confused voice as he rubbed the spot his hair was pulled.

"You just called me Dickiebird…"

"Oh…well fuck…just forget I said that" the Red Hood said awkwardly and took a couple steps back.

Dick's eyes narrowed. "You know who I am." It wasn't a question.

"Ehhh…" the Red Hood continued to take steps backwards. "Well you see little bird…I gotta fly…Maybe we'll finish this later." The Red Hood quickly jumped out the window after pushing the curtain aside.

"HEY! You get back here right now Hood!" Dick yelled after him as he dashed towards the window. Dick was still fuming as he watched the Red Hood bolt down the side of the building. He was in the process of climbing out himself when Bruce opened the door and looked in.

"Do I even want to know?" Bruce asked. Dick growled and gestured out the window. Bruce sighed. "Get dressed and let's get you home."