Dick was tired, he had spent the majority of the day looking after Jason, a rather small Jason.

Well still looking after, it wasn't exactly over yet. It wasn't as though he hadn't done it before, or was incapable, it was just tiring, not to say he would ever stop, the boy was his younger brother and he cherished that, cherished times like this when they could have that back..

At the moment Dick laid on the couch in his civilian clothes, a white T-shirt and black sweatpants, Jason sat fairly close by, in front of the couch as he so often chose to do, his hand idly holding Dick's playing with the man's fingers in his boredom.

For a moment Dick thought the boy might actually be ready to go down for bed, but then up he was, making his way out of the room, Dick wasn't... entirely? Worried, there was nothing left in his house un-baby proofed for that exact reason, but that begged the question, where was the kid going?