Damian looked around with a frown on his face. Where was Alfred? He was supposed to be there to pick him and Jonathan up. He stomped his foot and shoved his hands in his green hoodie.

"Calm down, Dami! I'm sure he'll be here soon!" Jon chirped with a smile.

"That's not the point. He is usually here on time. He is very punctual." Damian snapped bitterly.

Jon feigned hurt before perking up. "Hey, isn't that Dick's car?" He asked curiously as he draped his arms over Damian's shoulders.

Damian looked over as Dick's car pulled up in front of them. Inside was a twenty two year old brit with raven messy hair and red glasses. "Get in losers, we're going to go run over Dickhead." He said boredly.

Jon and Damian got in the back. "Hello Jamie, what are you doing here?" Damian asked, perching his chin on the seat in front of him.

Jamie started driving. "Dick was supposed to pick you up and take you to our regular diner so we could catch up, I've been in England for a few months (he informed Jon), and came back to hear drama." He said, his icy gray eyes glancing at the boys in the back.

Damian sighed and sulked into his seat. "I know... I know..." He mumbled, knowing about the scolding he was about to get.

The oldest of the three pulled into a fancy themed diner. He got out of the car and looked at Damian and Jon as they got out as well. "Damian, I'm not going to scold you or yell at you." He assured. He smiled a little sadly, "I  just wished you would've spoken to me about it... even if I was away." He told him.

Damian felt a slight smile tug at his own lips. "I will next time. I assure you." He stepped forward. "I am happy you are back, Grayson was the worse one though." 

Jamie snorted. "Your brother can barely handle himself." He teased before hugging Damian tightly. "I'm glad I'm back as well." He pulled back and motioned for the diner.

The three of them walked in and they heard a yell of happiness coming from a certain Dick. "JAMMMMSS!" 

BOOM!

Jamie was on the ground with Dick hugging him. "Oof! That hurt! You idiot we're in public!!!" Jamie scolded and kneed Dick in the gut.

"Oww, you don't have to be so rude." Dick had a smile anyways and helped Jamie up.

Jamie had a pout on his face and adjusted his glasses before pulling the group to the big booth. "Okay, so what's up...?" He asked as he absentmindedly played with a straw.

"You're just that casual, huh?" 

"You know I am."

Damian looked at Jon and rolled his eyes at his brother and brother's boyfriend. "They're always like this."

Jon gave a kind smile before nodding. "Kay."

"So Jamie, how was England?" Damian asked, kicking Dick under the table.

Jamie shrugged. "Same as it always is. Cold and wet. I just wish it was spring that I went instead of winter." He commented. 

Dick  leaned against the booth. "Well you are the one who wanted to do that course." He pointed out as he sent their orders to the waitress.

"It was the only time I could go! You get all pouty in the spring if I'm not here." Jamie retorted snappily.

"Because you're so cute when you lose some of the layers." Dick mused and poked Jamie's side, Jamie punched his arm.

"Boy, I'll punch you so hard you'll be wishing you were fucking the joker instead of me. Got it?" Jamie asked, his eyebrows furrowed and silver eyes blistering cold.

Dick sighed overdramatically. "Oh my dearest Jamie, doth you hurt me so?" He asked, batting his eyelashes.

Damian snickered as Jon awkwardly rubbed his neck. He looked at Jamie. "What were you doing in England?" He asked curiously.

Jamie grabbed his iced tea that was delivered to the table by the bubbly waitress. "You see, I went to England for a course in logistics and mystery solving stuff." He explained. "Kind of like solving crimes like Batman, but not fistfighting, and solving crimes like the police but more independent."

Damian bit into his cookie he ordered. Fudge. "He figured out Dick's identity within three days." He explained to Jon.

Jon's eyes widened. "Whoa! Seriously??" He asked in awe.

Jamie grinned. "Yep. First day, I was blind as a bat so Dick had to basically carry and lead me everywhere; which let me map out his muscles and outlines. Second day, I could see because of my glasses and I watched Dick's movements in school and by himself. Third day, Nightwing was fighting against a robber whom had a gun. The gun almost went off and hit me, but Nightwing picked me up. I used my information and said 'Thanks Dick, see ya in school.' before walking off and leaving him stunned." He boasted.

Dick chuckled. "He's like, Sherlock, but without the exceptional deducing. He just remembers and gathers information quickly." He said to Jon.

"You're just jealous because he's cooler than you." Damian taunted, flicking a crumb at Dick.

Jamie laughed. "True. I am the coolest." He mused before looking at the time. "Okay, we should be heading out soon. Dick has a meeting with Sir Bruce-land." 

"Alright. You're staying, right?" Damian asked Jamie with slightly worried eyes.

Jamie paused before smiling. "Of course I am."