Jason was cruelly awoken at ten in the morning by Dick's JL communicator, and then Dick was saying something about aliens and pulling on his Nightwing suit and leaving out the window.

It took Jason a few more minutes to actually wake up all the way. Fuck. Dick was off in the middle of some alien invasion.

Jason heaved himself upright. Okay, okay. Well. Worrying wasn't really going to help anything, but he wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep now. He grabbed his crutches and went out to Dick's living room, turning on the TV and switching it to a news station that was broadcasting live coverage of the attack, which was in Metropolis.

He left it playing in the background as he went to the kitchen and started to make himself breakfast.

After breakfast and dishes, the alien attack was still going strong. He'd seen a flash of Nightwing on the screen maybe ten minutes before and he'd looked fine, but Jason was still getting antsy, so he suited up, ditched the crutches, and headed to Metropolis on his motorcycle.

When he arrived, approaching downtown where the attack had been focused, he could only see three ships left in the sky, one of which Superman was tearing open. He stopped his bike at the edge of a park, watching as Hawkgirl, Green Lantern, and Batman fought some type of giant crab-looking things all the way on the other side.

It didn't take more than a few minutes for them to take them down, by which point all three of the ships left in the air had crashed down to earth.

The remaining members of the Justice League slowly all flew down or came from back between buildings to congregate at the end of the park, and after a few minutes, Superman flew over to the news cameras, and Jason heard him announce that the city was safe.

Jason drove his bike around the park toward the JL and he saw Dick spot him and pull away from his conversation with Bruce, coming over toward him.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Dick asked, and Jason heard Hal echo the question several feet away, looking over at Jason.

Jason took his helmet off, leaving him in just the domino. "You were fighting aliens." He looked Dick over for injuries, reaching out and running his hand from Dick's shoulder down to his elbow, and saw nothing obvious. Some cuts, some blood and dirt, some alien goo, but nothing that looked serious. "You okay?"

Dick sighed and rolled his eyes, but smiled, cocking his hip. "I'm fine, Hood. What are you doing on that ankle, though, is the better question."

Jason made a noncommittal noise. "It's fine."

"I don't think so. Give me twenty minutes and we'll head home alright?" Dick tilted his chin up with a hand and then paused. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please," Jason breathed.

Dick leaned down and kissed him, and Jason vaguely registered someone asking, "When the hell did that happen?!"

When Dick pulled back and Jason opened his eyes, it was to see Hal sourly handing Wally money. Well.

• ◇ •

"That's dirty money, you know," Dick chirped, coming up behind Wally in the Watchtower on his way to write up a quick preliminary report and then get back to Jason and go home. "Insider trading and all that."

Wally just laughed. "It's my due is what it is, for having to listen to your bullshit. Pole dancing, honestly."

Dick blushed. "Well it worked, didn't it?"

Wally shook his head. "It did, but at what cost to the rest of us? You two are gonna be a terror together."

Dick grinned brightly. "Oh yeah, we're already making good progress on that front. Hey, did I tell you I accidentally shattered all of his plates like literally the first morning after we got together? And he still likes me? That's like, commitment."

Wally blinked at him and then burst out laughing. "You are a fucking disaster and I'm so glad somebody loves you for it."

Dick felt his heart swell just thinking about the utter softness Jason showed him even when he fucked up or was being annoying or too much or whatever, and his grin grew impossibly wider. "Fuck yeah; it's awesome."