Jamie watched Dick as he hid behind the wall. Ever since their meeting at Dick's house, Jamie couldn't get the taller boy out of his mind!

He sighed softly as he saw more and more girls flirt with the guy. "Yo Jamie, whaddaya (WANT FROM MEEEE) doing?" Jason asked as he walked up to him.

Jamie jumped in surprise. "Oh! Jesus Jason! You startled me." He groaned. He then blushed and turned away from Dick. "Nothing really.."

Jason smirked. "You have the hots for Dickie boy?" He asked.

"WHAT?! THATS ABSURD! THATS LUNACY! THATS totally correct holy shit he took off his blazer." Jamie almost drooled before huffing at some blonde hoe wrapping her arms around the dude.

"Well as weird as you are, I gotta say good luck. Now I gotta go because I'm pretty sure Tim is making out with this Conner guy, sooooo see ya!" Jason ran down the hall with a crazed laugh of vengeance.

Jamie bit his lip and looked at Dick once again. That was strange... there was a bruise on his neck and he had a busted lip. Jamie peered closer but dodged just in time for Dick to look over.

The Brit would figure this out.

Throughout the day Jamie watched the way Dick would move. He analyzed his speech patterns, his hand gestures, his body language, even the way his eyes moved. He memorized it all. Jamie wanted to know what Dick was hiding. Of course it wasn't any of his busy, but he was nosy! Oh well!?

Jamie wrote all his findings in his little notepad that had the starry sky on the cover. He also wrote down possible reasons for the wounds.

-One was a hickey and a girl got pissed he was leaving so punched him

-one was a hickey and a girl's dad walked in and threw something

-one was a hickey and a girl- you know what, you get the idea.

Jamie went back to the manor that evening and drank tea with Alfred. Of course Alfred already warned everyone not to talk about certain hero related stuff.

The two Brits sat across from each other and sipped tea and nibbled on biscuits until they were interrupted by an eight year old. "Alfred! Oh- we have a guest."

Jamie looked over and saw the cutest friggen kid in the universe. He squealed slightly and hugged the boy. "Oh my lord he is so cute!!!"

"Ack! Put me down!!" Damian hissed like a cat.

Jamie complied and smiled at him. "My name is Jamie Swanson, you're the youngest son, correct?" He spoke with a proper tone.

Damian instantly felt a connect. He nodded. "Yes I am. I am Damian. The blood son."

That got a giggle from Jamie. "How interesting. Would you like to join us for tea? We have cookies?" He offered.

Damian thought for a moment. "Is there any fudge cookies..?" He asked in a meek voice. He found it embarrassing for people to know about his secret obsession.

"Yes there is." Jamie gently pushed the tray to Damian who sat down next to him.

Jamie and Damian talked about their love for cats and occasional homicidal thoughts towards idiotic people and their manners.

Damian enjoyed talking to Jamie and walked into Dick's room. "Jamie is a gift to your bed. Marry him." The eight year old demanded before walking to the other side of Dick's bed where he usually slept when he wanted to.

Dick grew flustered before laughing softly and turned out the lights. "You're the gift from God." He teased the sleeping child before going to bed as well.