"I think we both make excellent points. We deserve a life, probably more than most people, but with our secondary jobs..."

Jason clenched his hands into fists tightly and closed his eyes, trying to hold back all the emotion taking over him.

"It could danger the child." Dick finished for him.

Jason nodded, and tried not to focus on the images inside his head, the nightmares and memories of the wretched villian that is the source of all his pain.

The two fell into a more comfortable silence then, the only sound coming from the sizzling pan, with Jason hugging Dick on the side, kneeling on the floor with Dick sitting in the chair.

"So... what are we deciding? What's gonna happen?" Jason whispered, shifting himself so he stood to turn off the stir fry.

"I-"

Before Dick could answer his opinion on the topic, there was a knock a th the front door, which made the two pause in silence.

Normally people didn't knock on their doors, they either just barge in or come through a window. It was literally pointless for them to have a door.

Jason paused where he was, midstep in walking across the wooden floorboards of the kitchen to his husband, Dick just staring at the front door.

There was a knock again, this time a little more eager, which caused both Jason and Dick to stare at each other, sharing a confused look.

Dick nodded slowly, causing Jason to silently go for the secret compartment in a kitchen cupboard and open in to reveal a fully loaded gun.

Dick went to the front door, Jason behind him, out of sight of the person from behind the door, yet still pointing towards the entrance.

Jason stared at him, before mouthing the words one... two... three.

On the count of three, Dick opened the door and was taken aback when he saw a teenager with ginger hair and blue eyes.

The mysterious random teenager was dressed in a black hoodie, the black hood covering most of his red hair from view, his deep red shirt matching his deep blue jeans.

He had on a pair of black tennis shoes a fingerless black glove on his right hand, both hands with black painted finger nails.

And from what Jason could tell from where he was standing, the boy was sopping wet from the rain outside, and had on a necklace tucked under his shirt.

Dick turned to face Jason for a second, sending him a small smile that said "put the gun away" before facing the boy again.

Jason tucked the gun away in a compartment under the coffee table he was standing next to, before walking up to stand directly behind his loved one.

"What's your name boy?" Jason asked the shivering kid, who was trying to look up at them without lifting his head much.

"Peter John. But I just go by PJ." (Bless you people who know why I chose this name.)

"Where are your parents kid?" Jason asked again, slumping a little.

"I... I don't have any parents."

Which was kind of like a quarter lie. Of course, standing before him was his parents from the past, for him, but they can't know that.

And it's not like Roy hadn't taken him in and become his honorary farther or anything, and it's not like he didn't see Roy as his father.

He's heard enough stories from Uncle Bart and the effects of time travel, and his Uncle Wally. And, well, he didn't want to mess this up.

Granted, now that he was actually in front of his parents, he just wanted to hug them and cry into their chests and explain everything.

But, sadly he couldn't do that. And, now experiencing this in person, he realized he probably should have come up with some sort of plan before hand.

The look of sadness that swept through both his parents facial features was enough to make him feel guilty. He wanted so bad to tell them the truth.

"Well then come inside and we'll sort this out." His dad told him, opening the door wider and stepping aside to make room for PJ to walk in.

He hesitated for a second, thinking of every possibility he could muster in his brain of stepping through the doorway right this moment.

His parents, they were trained by the greatest detective in the world, so it would be harder to fool them rather than a speedster or kryptonian.

Although, he decided even if he didn't, they might still do a background check on him, and he knew he wasn't in the system. At least not yet.

It's still a little early before he's born, until his birth mother dies giving birth to him, still too early before he's put in a children's home.

And still almost an entire two weeks too early before he gets adopted by the two men standing right in front of him. He's too early.

But he wasn't going to risk teleporting to a time when they first adopted him. They might make a connection to their baby somehow, and he can't risk that.

"Would you like some water?" His father asked him as he stepped through the doorway, staying in the same spot as he watched his dad rush pit from behind him after closing the door.

"Uh, no thank you." PJ said quietly, looking down at the floor mat with black red and blue designs on it.

He heard his father grumble a curse word under his breath and shift to move towards the kitchen.

"You can take off your shoes and I can see if J might still have some clothes you can wear." Dick told the youngest boy, rushing towards his and Jason's shared bedroom upstairs.

Jason just stood in the kitchen, intently watching the teenager as he slipped his shoes off his feet and walked towards the coffee table.

PJ looked up at the wall opposite from his father's stare, and saw pictures of his parents together hanging up.

I wish I could just tell them.

So, yeah. I know this might not quite be what you all imagined, but it'll make more sense in future chapters.

Please comment if you want a part 3.

Next chapter is Jaytim.