If anyone asked, it never happened.
Jason was not the kind of guy who got all soft just because his half-frozen, sleep-deprived little brother showed up at his apartment during a blizzard. He definitely didn’t let the kid fall asleep curled up against him like some kind of lost little batling.
And he absolutely wasn’t currently curled tightly his baby brother, one arm thrown over the cub, burying his face in Tim’s messy hair, one leg tilted up to create a nook that the younger fit into perfectly.
Nope. No way.
Didn’t happen.
Tim mumbled something in his sleep, shifting just slightly before settling again. His fingers twitched and gripped Jason’s hoodie, fisting it tightly, like he thought Jason might vanish if he let go.
Jason sighed through his nose, tightening his hold.
Hummed low, an old tune, a song Bruce would use to calm them down.
Bruce and Dick were out of town on missions, and Cass who knew where.
So Jason was the oldest for now.
Well.
Maybe he could live with that.
