Okay, so this chapter is longer than the last. It has another two characters thrown in as well. It was a little more difficult to write this chapter than I first thought it would be... Oh well. BTW, I have prompted drabbles on my account as well and they are so far doing fairly well. Any-who, I hope you enjoy! Please RRR!

I don't own anything except Haley!

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_Tim's POV_

I wake up to a crying sound next to my ear. I look over at the bedside table and see a baby monitor. Oh yeah. I'm a dad now. I look over and Jason is laying on his side with his arm across my bare stomach. The sheets are pooled at mine and Jason's hips. This isn't the first time that we've had sex, but it was definitely the best time. We've done it maybe only…two or three times? I look over at Jason again and I smile contently. He makes me happy and we are officially together. AND we have a baby. I think that's what caused us to have sex in the first place, now that I think about it. Thank you, Haley!

Oh speaking of her…

I slip out from underneath Jason's arm to go take care of Haley. He stirs only slightly, but stays asleep. I put my boxers on and then slip my sweats over them. I decide to forgo my shirt because it is a comfortable temperature in my apartment. I grab the monitor and walk out of the room. I head to the kitchen to prep a bottle and leave it to warm while I grab Haley. I head to Haley's room and briskly walk to her crib. God, it stinks in here. I take her over to the changing table and give her a fresh diaper. Her rash is getting better which makes me happy. I then head back to the kitchen with her in my arms.

The bottle is ready by time I reach the kitchen and I grab said bottle and sit on the couch. I grab my phone off of the coffee table and put the bottle in Haley's mouth. Pressing the home button, I see three missed calls and six missed texts. Two of the calls and four of the texts are from Dick. I shake my head at that. Dick has always been a mother bat, worrying about her baby bats. The other call and other two texts are from Damian, which isn't surprising since he comes over sometimes to get away from mother bat, Dick. I open my messages and read them.

Dick said:

-Hey, baby brother. Answer my calls once in a while will yah? I want to talk to you about something.

-Tim, It's Dick, though I'm sure you know that… You need to pick your phone up and use that brain of yours to text back. Damian won't play games with me. He says they are too 'childish'.

-Damian left me. He says he can't stand my 'childish' personality. I'm not childish!

-Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmm!

Of course. Dick always does this if we don't answer our phones. Next he will start blowing it up… which isn't fun because all you hear is ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. Over and over and over again. I usually turn off my phone by that point, but when I turn it back on later, my phone just goes dingdingdingdingdingdingdingdingdingdingdingdingdingding…

It's so frustrating.

Damian is a whole other story, however…

Damian said:

-Drake, Grayson won't stop trying to get me to play child games. One of them is called Candyland. Have you heard of it?

-I'm coming over. I can't take any more of this…

SHIT! DAMIAN IS COMING OVER?! No one knows about Haley yet! Son of a…!

I get up with Haley still in my arms and walk/run to my bedroom. I grab a pillow and smack Jason on the face with it.

"What the hell?!" He yells at me.

"Damian is on his way over! Get up and shower."

"The Demon is what?" Jason hops out of bed and runs to the bathroom…butt ass naked. I turn tomato red and cover Haley's eyes, not that she can tell anyway. Jason leaves the door open while he showers. I walk to the living room and put Haley in the baby swing that I had ordered then set up. I turn the music on and it starts swinging and vibrating while the mobile starts turning. I run around and pick up mine and Jason's gear from patrol that we had left all over the place and throw away trash and wash the dishes that were starting to pile up.

By the time I finish the dishes, Jason walks out of my room, hair still wet. He, in all honesty, looks hot…

"Go take your shower. I'll watch Haley." Jason says as he scrubs his hair with the towel he had probably dried off in.

"Can you finish straitening up?" I call to him as I make my way to my bathroom.

"Yeah!" He calls back.

I hear him coo at Haley before I turn the shower on. I jump in and take only five minutes to shower. The shower feels great. I haven't been able to take one since I found Haley. Which was what…wow…only last night. It seems much longer than that. I finish drying off and walk into my room and to my dresser. I pull out boxers and jeans and put them on. I dry my hair as best I can and go to my closet and pick out a billabong t-shirt. I slip it over my head and run my hands through my hair. I recently got my hair cut so I don't currently need a brush for it.

I walk over to my bed, after putting my towel on the rack in the bathroom, and I start stripping the bed of its bedding. I put the bedding into the hamper in my closet and go to the linen closet in the hall, grab some new bedding, head back to my room, and put all of the bedding on the bed.

I noticed Jason come in at some point while I was making my bed. I had just put the blanket on and grabbed the pillows off the floor where I had tossed them and put them back on my bed in a nice manner. I even went so far as to put my other throw blanket on my bed in a fashionable manner. Haley stole my other throw blanket, but that's okay. She can have it.

I stand up fully and put my hands on my hips and nod at my handy work. I take a peek at the clock and it's only 2:30 Pm. I turn towards Jason, who was leaning against the door frame and I barely notice that he's had Haley this whole time.

Jason looks weird holding something so small, but it also looks right. Haley kind of looks like Jason. Now that I think about it…I haven't really looked at Haley and noticed the small details about her. She has soft, thin black hair, cute little, squishable, chubby cheeks that are slightly red, a rounded nose, soft pink lips, full, soft, black eyebrows, and her eyes…her eyes are something I've never seen before. They looks like the sky after a fresh spring rain has poured and the sun is shining through. They are beautiful. She will be beautiful when she grows up.

It takes me a minute to realize that I'm standing directly in front of Jason and Haley. At some point I must have stepped up to him. I look up into Jason's eyes and I speak before I can think about what comes out of my mouth.

"She looks like you." I smile, showing my teeth, and Jason just smiles back at me and kisses my temple. We end up staring into each other's eyes.

Then the moment is ruined by an impatient knock on the door.

Damian.

"Put Haley back in her swing and give her a pacifier." I tell Jason as quietly as possible and he nods and walks towards the swing while I walk to the door.

I open the door after I know Haley is in her swing and Jason is on the couch waiting for the inevitable.

"Hey, Damian. I saw your texts." I say to him and smile.

"Drake." Damian acknowledges me. "Grayson was driving me up a wall and you didn't answer my call." He raises a brow.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I've been a bit preoccupied…" I rub the back of my neck and look over my shoulder.

"Are you going to invite me in?" Damian asks now crossing his arms.

"There is something I need to tell you before I do." I say quickly. Damian drops his arms and looks me in the eyes.

"Are you alright? Is someone trying to harm you?" Damian asks.

"No, no. It's not that." I tell him while pinching the bridge of my nose. "While I was out last night, I ran into a certain…problem. I brought it home and have been taking care of it."

Damian looks more confused than before I told him. "That raises more questions than it answers, Drake."

I just open the door and pull him in. Immediately Damian's eyes widen and he stops.

"I decided not to beat around the bush and instead just rip off the Band-Aid." I say as Jason gives Damian a little wave.