Tim flicks a French fry at him, “Your reputation needs work.”
Jason’s eyes flicker an acidic green, the smile curving along his mouth turning dark. “You sure about that?”
“Yes,” Tim says, a shiver running down his spine.
It’s unnerving, sure. Being trapped under that gaze. Feeling like a rabbit with a fox’s jaws clamped around its spine, waiting for-
Tim chokes on a French fry, hunching over, and Jason is quick to slap him on the back, almost booting him clean off the roof in the process.
“Easy, replacement,” he grunts when Tim is no longer in danger of a truly embarrassing death, “Fuck’s sake, I can shoot people in front of you and you ain’t batting an eye, but some mild threats do you in?”
“You’re very-“ Hot. And pretty much everything Tim’s ever dreamed of. And also his crush since, like, forever. And now miraculously back from the dead, and also-
“Intimidating,” he finishes lamely.
— sneak peak of the JayTim spite fic :)











