Roy Harper had finally gotten a cigarette to light, despite the wet Gotham air. It had been raining the entire evening as he rode his motorcycle from Star City, and as if the freezing drive being pelted by rain wasn't bad enough, he stumbled upon a break-in. In the middle of the night he had to find a place to park his motorcycle, peel off his soaked clothes, and change into his costume in some highly questionable alley, just so he could take three morons to the proper authorities. After all of that, he decided that he had earned a cigarette… sadly a certain projectile begged to differ.

Just as the paper started to glow and Roy got ready to take his first lungful of cancerous nicotine, a FREAKING BATARANG cut the goddamn end off of his cigarette. He turned toward his attacker, his mouth slack with shock as little pieces of tobacco fell onto the roof. The cigarette bobbed limply in his mouth as he shouted.

"What the fuck, man?" His tone lost somewhere between whiny and pissed. There was no reply from the empty shadows around him. "Damnit, Dick. If you're screwing with me…" His threat was drown out by the rain. "I'm not coming to find you. If you want to talk you can come down here and do it like a fucking person… Jason?" He was quickly running out of patience when he felt a large hand grip his shoulder. Instinctively, he flicked the arm off, twisting his arm around the attacker's and pushing inward in an attempt to pin them. The attacker seemed to have anticipated that, redirecting his motion and roughly throwing him over his shoulders and onto the wet ground. He was already halfway up and preparing to fight again when Kevlar-coated gloves gripped his throat.

"We need to talk, Roy." The wide mouth growled dangerously close to his face.

"Batman? What are you…?" He was silenced by a pinch to the neck which caused his legs to buckle beneath him. His legs twitched numbly and as hard as he tried he couldn't move them from where they collapsed. The daunting cowl of the Batman leaned in close enough that he could feel the man's unlabored breaths. "What's this about?" The white slits narrowed.

"As I'm sure you're aware, Roy, I've recently taken on another Robin."

"Uh, yeah… sure. You mean Ti—" he was silenced by the beginnings of another pinch.

"My third Robin." Roy shifted uncomfortably as the larger man continued looming, refusing to say anything further.

"What does this have to do with me?"

"You will stay away from him." It wasn't a question. It wasn't even a statement. It was more like a demand with twelve really angry exclamation points which could kill you in your sleep.

"You're here throttling me in the middle of the night just so you can tell me not to hang out with your kid?"

"Tell me, Roy. What are you doing in my city? We hardly need another junky in Gotham." It was a low blow and they both knew it. Roy had been out of rehab for about two years now and his addiction had long since become a taboo topic among crime-fighters.

"I'm getting the hell out of Star City for a while…"

"You're here to see Tim."

"And if I am? What exactly do you think I'm going to do to him? You think I'm going to shoot him up with heroine!" Batman's expression didn't change. Clearly he had considered the possibility.

"It might have been tolerated when you were younger and just 'experimenting' with Dick," Roy's face turned a sickly shade of blue purple, "and I might have ignored whatever you were doing with Jason, but so help me God if I see you so much as touch another Robin."

"H-How…?"

"How did I know about what you did with Dick, or how do I know about how you and Jason used to meet in empty warehouses and screw?"

"I don't…" Roy stared at the ground completely shell-shocked.

"See, Wonder Woman used to think it was cute the way you looked at Dick when you were younger. Green Arrow figured it was something you'd grow out of, but then again he didn't have to see you two going at it after parole. I'm sure that kind of thing was completely acceptable with Oliver, but these kinds of distractions are the last thing the boys need." Roy's shock was replaced with an icy composure.

"That kind of thing? Batman, are you upset that I've had sex with both Robins or upset that I turned your innocent little Robins gay?" Batman's jaw clinched and he ground his teeth loudly. "I'll have you know it was Jason who threw himself at me. He's been gay since I've known him and I don't think Dick has it in him to turn down a fuck from anyone."

"Roy…" Batman's growled a final warning.

"It's not exactly like you're monogamous yourself, Batman. Green Arrow's been bitching for years about whatever happened between you and Black Canary. You and Catwoman have practically screwed on every roof in Gotham if what I hear from Jason's true, and I'd even make a wager that there's something more behind the way you look at Superman. I'm not about to be intimidated by the "big bad bat" routine while you sit on your fucking hypocritical high horse. Now if you don't mind…" Jason stood stiffly, his legs still weak from the nerve pinch, moving on more anger than blood flow. He gathered his bag from the puddle it had been laying in and threw one of the straps over a shoulder. With a final look back he smiled smugly, "Jason's offered me a place to sleep tonight."