This started as a redraw of an old Jason drawing I did but then it turned into Jason being angsty, then I decided to clown on it by turning it into Jason getting a headache from Tim "Well Actually âïžđ€" Drake.
JayTim relationship reveal scenario ft. possessive and protective Tim (he's a Drake, and it's never a good idea to offend a dragon's hoard which is just Jason in this case).
most hero teams had been called in for an alien invasion. Jason had even been on his best behavior for Tim, gritting his teeth and staying silent everytime something bothered him or pissed him off. and somehow Jason isn't the one who snaps, its Tim. Tim who can't stand the slander against Jason, his intelligence, his skills, his morals. fuck the Bats for their false beliefs and fuck them for spreading that hateful rhetoric that makes it impossible for Jason to find any understanding or friendship within the hero community. and fuck everyone else for believing it before ever even meeting Jason or getting to know him. Tim isn't stupid enough to let himself be distracted by his emotions during the invasion but lecturing but afterwards is fair game.
Tim's team, his friends, are the only ones not surprised about how vicious Tim can be. Tim may hide it but he's definitely morally grey at best and fiercely protective of those he loves. and Kon, Bart and Cassie know that Tim's Jason is someone he absolutely adores. they don't really announce anything but they're the only ones chill enough to move past processing to invite Tim and Jason by proxy to hang out. obvi they invited Jason too. they might only be close with Tim but they know when they're getting a two for one deal and there ain't no way Tim goes anywhere without his Jay.
Tim has never been subtle or backed down when he wants something. this is a fact Tim's friends know. he knows what he wants and he knows how to get it and he knows. he wants Jason and after he successfully has Jason, that doesn't change.
This is a prompt fill for @jason-flashfic for the prompt Barely legal. Tim is 16 here and Jason is a month away from his 18th birthday. (Age of consent in New Jersey is 16, hence the "barely legal" tag.)
Fandom: Batman
Rating: M
Word Count: 1,644
Ship: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Summary: It's the night before Tim's 16th birthday and Jason's having a great time just relaxing on the couch with his boyfriend. At midnight, Tim surprises him with a proposition.
Notes: This is an AU where Jason never died. Tim is still Robin, Jason has his own identity. The details aren't important for this fic.
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Jason had just finished cleaning the pot he'd made dinner in when the door banged open and Tim entered the penthouse. He was wearing nothing but some short jean shorts and a muscle tank that showed off his Robin physique.
"You are here!" Tim grinned at Jason before dropping his bag by the door and bounding over.
Jason obligingly leaned in for a quick kiss and didn't let his eyes wander down to wear the shirt cut out on Tim's sides. "Didn't expect to see you again until tomorrow."
"Bernard, Ives, and Darla took me out for my birthday," he announced, "since Bruce has claimed tomorrow for family. Rather than make Alfred give me a ride back to Bristol, I asked if I could just crash here for the night."
Jason felt a flutter of excitment at the idea of a surprise date night. "That mean I get you to myself?"
"Yep." Tim popped the p. "You're not patrolling tonight, right? You got the person you've been stressing over last night."
"I did and I'm not."
Tim grinned back. "Excellent. Then we're watching Star Trek."
Jason let out a loud, put-upon sigh. "I suppose. Since it's your birthday." But by the end, he was grinning at his boyfriend. Tim beamed back at him and ten minutes later, they were both parked on the couch with a giant bowl of popcorn sitting on the coffee table.
Once they were settled, Jason put his arm around Tim's shoulders and pulled him close. He could feel the solid muscle of Tim's shoulder and squeezed a little just to remind himself how strong his boyfriend was. Tim turned until his chest was pressed against Jason's side and he snaked an arm around Jason's waist. With this position, Jason barely had to bend his head to kiss him. Tim tried to deepen it, but Jason pulled away. With their position, he'd never be able to hide how turned on he was getting if the kisses got too involved.
"So when are you making Bruce take you to the DMV to get your permit?" he asked to change the subject.
"Monday! If I've got any say, we'll be there right at eight when they open. It's so stupid I have to wait until after my sixteenth birthday. I've driven the batmobile!"
"Yeah, well, it's not like the state of New Jersey knows that," said Jason. Tim pouted adorably, and Jason couldn't help but kiss it away. "Now, why don't you start our Star Trek marathon."
Jason regretted his statement when Tim had to pull his arm away from Jason's waist to get the remote. The place where Tim's arm had been felt cold without his weight there, but as soon as the opening theme started playing, it was back.
Only this time, Tim's pinky managed to find the gap between Jason's shirt and pants to rest against his bare skin. Jason kept himself from reacting even as goosebumps raced up his spine at the touch.
He was so gone on Tim. No wonder Dick teased them constantly.
Jason leaned over to press a kiss to Tim's scalp, and he felt Tim smile against his neck. Tim's grip tightened on his waist, and another finger slid beneath the hem of his shirt to rest against his bare skin.
Neither of them commented as the show continued to play. Jason was able to pay attention for most of the first two episodes, but then Tim brought his legs up on the couch and leaned against Jason harder.
Jason needed to use his free hand to brace himself which got uncomfortable before they were halfway through the episode. "Tim, sit up for a sec. If you want to lay down, let's do this properly."
"Thought you'd never ask," Tim said as he sat up.
Jason rolled his eyes, making sure Tim caught the gesture, then laid down on his back, leaving just enough room for Tim to squeeze in between him and the back of the couch on his side.
By the time they settled, Tim was half on top of Jason, not that Jason was complaining. He rested a hand on Tim's head and ran his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. Tim didn't bother pretending anymore and slid his entire hand up Jason's shirt to rest along his ribs.
Jason tightened his grip in Tim's hair to pull him up for a kiss. "You're incorrigible," he mumbled against Tim's lips, before cutting off any reply Tim could make. Not that Tim complained if the way he melted into it was anything to go by.
Tim's hand wandered a bit under his shirt, though it stayed above the waist. Jason let his own settle on Tim's back to hold him steady. They kept trading kisses until Jason could feel his pants growing more and more tight. When he had to hold himself back from grinding up against Tim, he pulled away with a gasp. Tim moved down his jaw to mouth at his neck
"Tim, please," begged Jason. Every time, it was getting harder and harder to stop. Especially since he knew Tim didn't want to stop, either. But they'd had the conversationâTim was still so young and Jason didn't want to rush.
Tim stayed at his neck a moment longer, but with one last lick, he pulled away to pout down at Jason. "But it was just getting fun."
Jason raised an eyebrow at him. "So it wasn't fun before?"
"You know what I mean!"
Jason sighed and shifted slightly, pulling his hips away from Tim as much as possible on the couch. "Come on, we've talked about this."
Tim grumbled, but settled down again and they both pretended to pay attention to the show once more. Jason closed his eyes and just let himself feel Tim pressed against him, even if they were being good for now. He was still half hard, but he could ignore it for now as long as Tim behaved.
He must have dozed off because the next thing he was aware of was something buzzing against his stomach.
"Whaz 'at?" he asked Tim as he blinked awake.
Tim grinned down at him. "It's midnight."
It took Jason a moment to realize what that meant, but then kissed Tim. "Happy Birthday, Tim."
Tim chased his mouth and kissed him hard. This time, Jason didn't pull back. At least, he didn't until Tim rolled over to straddle Jason's hips.
"What are you doing?" asked Jason.
"It's my birthday," grinned Tim. "I'm sixteen."
"All of Gotham will tremble when you get your permit."
Tim stuck his tongue out at him. "You're an ass. And not what I mean. I'm sixteen. Means I'm legal." Tim's grin turned down right predatory, and he sat down right on Jason's crotch.
Jason would never admit to the way he squawked, or how quickly he reached out to grab Tim's waist. "Weâwe said we'd wait."
Tim rolled his eyes, then his hips. Jason was in heaven, or hell. He might have just woken up, but his cock had certainly not been as out of it as his brain had been, already he was hard as a rick. "Yeah, until I was legal. It's midnight. I'm sixteeen, it's legal."
Jason bit his cheek to distract himself. So many of his wet dreams had started like this, too. But the last vestiges of sleep were falling away as he realized this was real. "Are you sure? You're still so young. I don't mindâ"
Tim ground down again. "Jason, if you don't fuck me tonight, I swear to god you won't see me again until after your birthday."
Jason tightens his grip on Tim's waist and forces himself not to thrust up. "I don't have anything," he admits. "And I'm not digging through Bruce's room for a condom."
Tim reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a wrapped condom. "And I've got lube in my bag."
Jason thrust up at the sight, couldn't have held back if he'd wanted to, and had to focus very hard to keep himself from coming in his pants. "You planned this," he gasped out. "Down to the minute."
"Duh," said Tim, though the flush to his cheeks proved he wasn't unaffected. "I'm not going to not plan out how I lose my virginity to my crazy hot boyfriend."
Jason laughed. He couldn't not. "You're ridiculous. I love you." He pulled himself up, so he was upright, too, and kissed Tim again, hard.
"That mean yes?"
"We're notâ"
"But, Jay!"
Jason pecked him again and wrapped an arm tighter around Tim's waist before getting to his feet. Tim squeaked and wrapped his legs around Jason. "You didn't let me finish, babe," said Jason. "We're not having sex for the first time on the goddamn couch."
Tim laughed. "You're such a gentleman." He leaned down to peck Jason's lips.
"Gonna treat you right," Jason murmured against his lips. He didn't let Tim continue to kiss him, though, as he maneuvered around the coffee table towards the door where Tim had left his bag. He didn't want to misstep and send them both tumbling to the ground and ruin their night.
Jason was grateful they were in the penthouse rather than the manor. The distance from the door to his room was so much shorter. He kicked his door shut behind him and set Tim down on his bed. He couldn't believe this was really happening.
Immediately, Tim spread his legs and propped himself up on an elbow to stare at him hungrily.
Jason wished he could take a picture; Tim looked an absolute dream. "Want to always see you spread out on my bed like this," he said as he climbed up after Tim.
Jason felt that night was as much a present for him as it was for Tim.
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Sorry to end it before the sex! It's already a tad too long for a flash-fic event. (At least at my writing speed.)
I do have all the world building for this little fic sorted if anyone has any questions about it!
Gotham was quiet in that way that meant it wouldnât stay that way for long.
The clock in the cave read 11:47 PM. Rain tapped against the stone above like someone drumming impatient fingers.
Jason Todd leaned against the Batcomputer console, red helmet resting on the desk beside him. He was loading magazines with the casual precision of someone who had done it a thousand times.
Behind him, the rest of the family watched like they were witnessing a train heading toward a broken bridge.
âJason,â Bruce said, voice low and measured, âyou donât have to do this tonight.â
Jason didnât look up.
âPretty sure I do.â
Dick crossed his arms, leaning back against the railing above the cave floor. âYou say that every time before something stupid.â
âFunny,â Jason replied. âI say the same thing about your hair.â
âLow blow,â Dick muttered.
Tim stood closest to Jason, perched on the edge of the console. His staff rested against his knee, forgotten. His eyes tracked every movement Jason madeâthe way he checked the slide of the pistol, the way his jaw flexed when Bruce spoke.
âYouâre going after Black Mask, right?â Tim said quietly.
Jason slid the magazine into place with a click.
âRoman Sionis has been trafficking kids through the Narrows for three months,â Jason said. âWeâve busted his shipments, taken out his crews, and he keeps walking away.â
âThatâs not new,â Damian said sharply from the shadows. âCriminals persist.â
Jason finally looked up.
âAnd thatâs why Gothamâs still like this.â
Damian met his gaze without flinching.
Bruce stepped forward. âYouâre planning something irreversible.â
Jason smirked slightly.
âYou say that like itâs a bad thing.â
Alfred cleared his throat softly from the stairs.
Everyone paused. Even Jason.
âIf I may,â Alfred said, hands folded behind his back, âhistory suggests that actions taken in anger often carry consequences beyond the intended target.â
Jason huffed a quiet laugh.
âYou quoting Shakespeare at me, Alfred?â
âJulius Caesar, Master Jason,â Alfred said. âGiven the date, it seemed appropriate.â
Dick groaned. âOh no.â
Alfredâs gaze was calm.
âBeware the Ides of March.â
Jason picked up his helmet.
âYeah,â he said. âThatâs kind of the point.â
Tim slid off the console.
âJay.â
Jason paused.
Tim rarely used that toneâsoft but firm, like a hand on the chest stopping someone from walking into traffic.
âYou kill Sionis,â Tim said, âyou donât stop the problem. Someone else fills the vacuum.â
Jason turned slowly.
âAnd if I donât?â
Tim hesitated.
Jason gestured vaguely toward the city above them.
âThen more kids disappear. More bodies in the river. More mothers waiting at the GCPD desk hoping someone found their kid.â
No one spoke.
Jasonâs voice softened.
âYou know Iâm right, Tim.â
Tim did know.
That was the problem.
Dick pushed off the railing and dropped down to the cave floor.
âYouâre talking like the rest of us donât care.â
Jason shrugged.
âIâm talking like the rest of you wonât do what it takes.â
Bruceâs voice cut through the cave.
âYou cross that line, you donât come back from it.â
Jason met his eyes.
âPretty sure I already did.â
Silence hung heavy between them.
Tim stepped closer.
âSo thatâs it?â he asked quietly. âYouâre just going to ignore all of us?â
Jasonâs expression softened slightly when he looked at him.
âThatâs not what Iâm doing.â
âIt kind of is.â
Jason reached out, brushing his knuckles against Timâs wrist. The gesture was quick, almost invisible to anyone who wasnât watching closely.
Tim noticed.
Jasonâs voice dropped so only he could hear.
âYou know why I have to do this.â
Tim swallowed.
âYeah,â he admitted.
Behind them, Dick rubbed his face. âThis is the worst possible version of couples therapy.â
Damian scoffed.
Jason picked up his helmet.
âLook,â he said to the room, âI appreciate the intervention. Really.â
Jason swung a leg over the bike in one smooth motion.
The engine roared to life the moment he hit the ignitionâlow, violent, reverberating through the cavern like distant thunder. The sound bounced off the stone walls of the Batcave, filling the silence Jason had left behind after their argument.
He pulled the helmet down over his head.
The lenses lit upâtwo glowing red eyes in the dark.
For a moment he just sat there, hands on the grips, engine rumbling beneath him.
Then he twisted the throttle.
The bike howled.
Tires screeched against the cave floor as Jason peeled out, shooting toward the ramp at a reckless speed. The lights lining the tunnel blurred past in streaks of white as the engine screamed up the incline.
A second later the roar of the bike vanished into the Gotham night.
The cave fell quiet.
Dick exhaled slowly.
âWell,â he said, rubbing the back of his neck, âthatâs⊠not ominous at all.â
Damian crossed his arms. âTodd rarely does anything subtly.â
Bruceâs gaze lingered on the empty tunnel.
Tim didnât move.
He was still standing where Jason had left him.
Dick glanced at him. âYou okay?â
Tim nodded automatically
Dick laughed nervously.
âFuck,â he said, âthat went about as well as expected.â
Damian crossed his arms.
âHe will attempt to kill Sionis.â
âYes,â Bruce said.
Tim grabbed his staff.
Dick blinked. âUh⊠Tim?â
Tim was already heading for the bikes.
âWeâre following him.â
Bruce raised an eyebrow.
âNot to stop him,â Tim said.
He paused at the edge of the cave.
âTo make sure he survives it.â
Alfred sighed faintly.
âAh,â he said. âThe Ides of March indeed.â
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