Author's Note: I do not own DC or any of the associated characters or locations or story-lines. This take places in the same universe as my other Justice League fics (so, something I made up but is most similar to the Young Justice Universe.) Please read and review.

Prologue
Jason Todd was in the habit of ignoring his doorbell, which is why Dick Grayson decided to crawl in through the window. He wasn't too put off by having a gun pointed at his face as a result, and leaned back against the window frame and flashed his customary grin. "Hi, Jay!"

Jason rolled his eyes, put the gun back on the counter and went back to making coffee. Coffee the right way, with a French press and hand-ground beans. People thought Jason was this unrefined jerk and, while he admitted he was somewhat of a jerk, he had spent part of his childhood living in the Wayne Manor and the last nine? ten? eleven? years since his rebirth had visibly mellowed him out. And he loved good coffee. Sometimes he thought his blood was more coffee than water.

"Had a good night?" Asked Dick, catching sight of Jason's leather jacket thrown carelessly on a chair.

"Pretty slow, actually," said Jason as he ground up the rest of the beans. "Petty crooks are still laying low from that big bust we did two weeks ago and said big bust got a few high-ranking players out of the game...temporarily anyway."

"We did well," observed Dick with satisfaction. "Although, with all of us working together that tends to be the case."

"Okay, I'll bite," said Jason. "What do you want?"

"Can't a big brother drop by to say hello?" Protested Dick.

"If that's what you were doing you would have dropped by the shop," said Jason.

"Maybe. How's the motorcycle business anyway?"

"It's fine; I like having Wednesdays off, it's oddly satisfying. But don't change the subject."

"Okay, okay," Dick said. He crossed his arms. "I have a favor to ask."

"That's more like it."

"C'mon Jay, don't be like that. Bruce and I are going to be off-world for the next couple of weeks doing Justice League stuff. I – we – were wondering if you could keep an eye on Tim and Dami."

"They agreed to work together?" Jason asked.

"They've reached an understanding," said Dick. "Please, Jay?"

Jason crossed his arms and asked, "What's in it for me?"

Dick grinned. "Every time you stop by the House, Alfred will make you a meal."

There was a pause.

Jason groaned. "Dammit, Dickie-bird!"

Dick laughed his infuriating laugh and made to leave but...

"Want to stay for some coffee?" Jason asked. "It's better than that cheap stuff you usually get at the precinct."

Dick smiled.