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The doctors would keep the amnesiac Dick Grayson another day for observation but aside from still not remembering his identity, his brainscans were good so they eventually released him into Hartley's care. He was the only visitor the man had received and no one had thus far reported a man matching Dick's description missing unfortunately.

So as they stood there outside the lobby of the ER, the former Rogue found himself hesitating. What now? He couldn't just take the man home like he was a stray. That would be both presumptions and just a little bit creepy.

"So...what now? Do you want to go find your car? Maybe we'll get lucky and there's some kind of identification in it? You didn't have a wallet on you, after all. I sometimes forget to grab mine too so maybe it's just waiting for you stuck between two seats?" He was babbling a little and he knew it. "Or we can go clothes."

Piper shot Dick a wry smile. The shirt he'd picked out for the man was probably a size too small and was distractingly tight around his shoulders. But at least he couldn't really go wrong with sweatpants, right?

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"It is," He chuckled and paused for a second before offering his next words carefully. "Did you want to try it?" Piper finally asked with a small smile. "Oh. Uh, I really like the danishes myself."

Piper watched Dick's fidgeting with no small amount of amusement. Trickster was the same way sometimes. The man couldn't seem to sit still. Of course, unlike James, Hartley knew he could get away with something as daring as reaching across the table and laying his hand across Dick's to help stem the restless staccato of his fingers against the tabletop. Trickster was just as wrapped up in the pseudo-homophobia of so many of the other Rogues. He'd gotten better over the years as he'd matured but Piper still smarted on the inside just a little when he found himself at the center of those unpleasant digs and barbs against his sexuality. Only Rory and Cold had seemed disinterested in the Pied Piper's inclinations back in the day.

But that was the past, Hartley had to mentally remind himself. "I'm happy for you, Dick. At this rate I imagine we'll solve the mystery of your identity by the end of the day." Piper encouraged with a quiet laugh.

Mischief gleamed in Piper's eyes though his gaze didn't follow Dick's as it briefly wandered to Antonio who was all but beaming from behind his place at the counter. "Yes, it does show. But I'm sure Antonio will appreciate seeing how much you enjoy his coffee." Those fingers hadn't moved away from Dick's hand yet either.

"Yeah, I'd love to try it, please." Dick's pulse sped up at the touch over his wrist, and he laid his palm flat on the table, smiling over at Hartley. Of course, that meant that his foot took up the tapping, but he kept his knee away from the table, so it shouldn't be too bad. His eyes crinkled a bit more. "Then I'll be sure to get some of those, next time."

It was - he felt good, here. With Hartley. And now with coffee. He felt like his whole body was thrumming with an easy energy that he could put to use. That he could make something good out of. And he wanted to, despite what the multiple IDs in his car said, or what anything else meant or could mean.

But the reminder of his past dialed down the brightness of his smile, the feeling of - well. Happiness. He took a long breath, eyes down on the table, then looked up at Hartley again.

"Yeah, probably. Though Gotham or not, I'll totally be coming over to visit. Whatever the reason I had for coming here in the first place, I've got a better one, to revisit."

"Of course," The redhead moved to set his mug down on the table and slid it across to Dick with a smile. He didn't miss the fact that Dick's foot continued to tap quietly on the ground but made no move to try and stop him. Though he couldn't articulate things, Piper felt an unfamiliar glow of warmth in his chest. He wanted to chalk it up to the coffee but it would have been a lie.

Hartley could lie to the world but he'd never been particularly good at lying to himself. Besides, Dick had a great smile that had something akin to butterflies flickering to life in his stomach. It was ridiculously, he hadn't felt this way in years. Not since his first boyfriend at his last boarding school and that had been fueled by surreptitious kisses stolen whenever the proctors weren't looking and fear of discovery.

Nothing about the dark-haired man scared Piper. Nothing save for the fact that he could easily see himself falling quickly for the younger man. Piper could see the way Dick's eyes dimmed just a little and immediately felt guilty. He stroked his thumb across the back of the man's hand soothingly.

"I'm going to be presumptuous enough to assume the reason might have something to do with me." He tried to avert the sudden tension by making a joke of it and himself.

Dick was... oblivious to the major part of those thoughts. But he could see something in those blue eyes that made his soften, then brighten with enough of a mischievous glimmer as to burn away the darkness. At least for the moment.

"Well, it's not for the exploding scenery. I'll take delicate strength over the loudest bang they can come up with."

A moment, and he turned his hand around. So Piper's long fingers were on the inside of his wrist, running almost right over his pulse, and his own fingers could give a tiny, reassuring (promising) squeeze up at Hartley's wrist. The touch helped. Hartley helped. That was enough, for now.

When the touch wasn’t rejected, Piper continued to stoke his thumb along the skin of Dick’s wrist. He was curious about the occasional scar he felt along the man’s skin but thought it too rude to ask. Not to mention it would be pointless considering Dick’s current amnestic state.

The charming man’s jesting words dragged a laugh from Piper and this time, it was a real one, not a strained or self-abashed chuckle. “No, let’s avoid the exploding scenery from here on out. Last thing I want to do is go through introducing myself all over again.

He leaned forward over the table slightly and tucked an errant strand of dark hair back from Dick’s forehead and in doing so, the pads of his fingers brushed the man’s forehead affectionately.

“No more bumps to the head for you, huh?” An undercurrent of huskiness could be heard as Hartley silently reveled in the contact between them.

Dick blinked, under the elegant fingers, lips parting and eyes lightening with the pleasure of it. It didn't even occur to him to be embarrassed by the touch; instead, he smiled, almost happily.

"I'd really hate to forget you, so, yeah. Completely agreed."

He swallowed, because his own voice had come out lower, warmer than he generally meant it to. But not more so than he wanted.

He took a sip from his coffee, watching the redhead, then, quietly. "Hartley..."

Swallow, because he words he wanted to say scattered from him like baby crabs across the sand.

"If I have to go back to Gotham, will you come visit, once in a while? I mean, I'll be showing up here, too, but... you know."

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