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The apartment, at first only occupied by Jason, was less a personal apartment and more a BatFam safe house. The way they lived in the apartment was starting to remind them of the WatchTower, just a bit. Stephanie was always in and out, Dick had a spare key that he did not use sparingly, and he woke up many times to Tim fast asleep on his couch.
The daily intrusions became a little annoying the week after Roy had joined Jason in his tiny shoebox apartment, paid for with the Bat’s money. Roy wanted distance from Star City and Ollie and he’d already been patrolling on and off with Jason in Gotham, so he settled in easily. It was a nice touch of domesticity to add to their new relationship. Jason and Roy had been dating for a few months after years of flirting. They hadn’t told any of the bats yet, planning on easing them into it. Easing them into it was becoming difficult as every turn they made in their own apartment, more often than not, put them face to face with a bat.
They rarely left the apartment, except to get groceries (paid with Bruce Wayne’s credit card) and patrol in uniform. They stayed in a lot, trying to avoid the fame Jason holds as the Wayne prodigal son, so the constant presence of at least one of Jason’s siblings became grating on his nerves. Sooner or later one of them was going to see something they did not want to see and Roy and Jason could not undo it.
Jason was in the bathroom, sitting on the closed toilet seat while he gave himself his T shot. Roy stood next to him, brushing his teeth in his boxers, hair half pulled out of the lazy braid he had put it in before they went to bed the night before. Roy leaned down and spat in the sink as Jason finished the shot, disposing of the needle.
“Hey, Jaybird?” Roy turned to Jason, who only hummed in response. “When's the next Wayne family dinner?”
“Friday. Why?”
“I think we need to tell your family before they find out on their own. I also don’t want Dick or Brucie to kill me or something.” Roy shrugged, wiping his mouth and putting his toothbrush away.
“Yeah, that's fine, I think it’s about time they know anyway.” It was Tuesday, they were sure they could draft a somewhat good “We’re dating” speech by then. By dinner that night Roy was already sweating the idea. He pushed his food around his plate before setting it on the coffee table with a huff.
“Roy,” Jason started, placing a hand on his tense boyfriend’s shoulder. They were on the couch and he could feel Roy overthinking, his brain practically overheating. “Baby, it’ll be fine, I’m gonna do the talking, you just have to sit there and not run away if Bruce gives you any sideways looks. Okay?”
“Okay,” Roy muttered back, dropping his head onto Jason’s shoulder. Of course, that was the moment Stephanie unceremoniously climbed through the living room window. Roy snapped his head up. Jason sighed, pinching the bridge on his nose.
“Hey, Steph,” Jason said, more a question than a greeting.
“Yo,” She replied, barely glancing over her shoulder as she headed to their kitchen, the two watching as she opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. “I got thirsty, didn’t bring water on patrol.”
“Of course,” Roy shared a tired look with Jason as she crossed the room again, tossing a wave over her shoulder as she left out the window, a flash of purple and blonde before the window slammed close. He sighed. “We gotta tell them, we’re already suspicious enough, this is a damn one-bedroom apartment.”
“Yeah,” Jason agreed, shaking his head. “I lied, said you were sleeping on the couch.”
“It’s not even a pull-out,” Roy pouted, looking up at Jason.
“You’re not sleeping on it, are you?” Jason pushed at his shoulder,
“You couldn’t stand a night without me, could you, baby?” Jason rolled his eyes, tangling his hands in Roy’s hair, pulling him for a kiss. Roy leaned forward and Jason followed, letting his back hit the couch. Jason huffed, knowing the ego rush Roy got from getting Jason on his back. Roy’s thighs bracketed Jason as he leaned down, running a hand through Jason’s messy hair, dark strands melding with the shock of white. Jason ran his hands down the other man’s body, squeezing his ass, a gesture that made Roy snort under his breath before leaning down to kiss Jason roughly, pulling at his lip with his teeth hungrily. Roy sunk his hands in Jason’s hair as Jason let out a soft, breathless moan. Jason turned his head, smiling as Roy kissed down his neck, nipping and licking at his pulse point, smiling into his neck. Then, the worst happened, boots hit the wooden floor of the apartment, and the living room window slammed shut.
“What the HELL are you doing, Harper?” Dick’s strong voice startled both of them, trying to untangle from each other, Roy whispering a quick curse. “What was that?”
“I- um…Look, Dick, it’s not what it looks like,” Roy starts as he sets back on his ankles. Jason glares at him, pulling a sigh out of him. “Okay, it's exactly what it looks like.”
“We’re dating,” Jason explains, smoothing a hand over his rumpled shirt. “We have been for a few months, we were planning on telling you all Friday since no one in this family can stay the hell out of my apartment!”
“Well, it’s technically a safe house for the East side of Gotham,” Dick defended, crossing his arms.
“What do you need then, Dick, what’s so important that you’re here at midnight?” Jason watched as the unshakeable Nightwing, opened and closed his mouth, trying to think of an excuse. “Gah! Dick, get out!”
“No! I wanna know why Harper is putting moves on my brother!” Dick pointed at the two before throwing his arms in the air.
“Because we’re dating,” Roy replied dumbfounded, staring back at his friend.
“Dick, look you need to forget about this, we can have this talk at dinner, Friday, not now. You will never speak about this.” As Jason spoke he stood and grabbed Dick, dragging him to the front door and practically shoving him out. “I love you man, but get out,” were Jason’s last words before he slammed the door shut, locking it before remembering Dick’s spare key, and also latching the chain lock. He leaned heavily against the door, sighing.
“Can’t wait till Friday,” Roy quipped, the words barely leaving his mouth before the window opened again, causing them both to groan. Damian crawled through, looking at them both before sniffing indignantly.
“Todd,” he spoke, crossing his arms firmly over his chest. “I require water.”
“Just get it from the fridge and leave before I put your ass out the window.” Damian rolled his eyes at Jason’s words but moved quickly, retrieving the water and slipping through the window.
“Let’s just hope we survive till Friday, Roy.”