Babysitting Blues
A/N:I had gotten a request with the statement “All you need to do is ask” for Jason and Tim. I love these too so much lol anyways, I hope you enjoy!
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Tim had broken his leg in three places. Three places! So he was stuck in a cast that went all the way up his leg and he was PISSED about it. That meant no more patrol for a while, he couldn’t get around on his own, and someone was constantly in the room keeping an eye on this stubborn boy.
Today’s babysitter was Jason. And, oh boy, was it already turning into an adventure. They had bickered continuously since the moment Tim woke up because he kept trying to do things he wasn’t supposed to. Like get up on his own. Jason chewed him up one end and down the other while forcing him to sit down on the couch with his leg propped up. Tim smacked him in the shin with one of his crutches in retaliation.
So after a few moments of bickering and one cup of coffee later, Tim finally simmered down. Jason had tossed a book at his face with a huffy “Shut your damn mouth and read something, Replacement.” So read he did. Both of them had drifted into a peaceful silence for a bit, with Jason reading a book as well. Then Tim’s foot started to itch. The one that was attached to his injured leg. He shifted slightly trying to scratch it against the fabric of the couch.
It was working in his favor. So he tried to scratch it with his other foot. That wasn’t working either. It was starting to get worse and he didn’t know what to do. All the shifting had caught Jason’s attention. He looked over at Tim curiously to see what he was doing. Shaking his head, he set his book down.
“Tim, is your foot itchy?” Tim looked at him sheepishly.
“Yeah…”
“Do you need help?”
“Uh…” Tim wracked his brain quickly for a way out of this. Sure, his foot was itchy. But it was also really freaking ticklish. He didn’t want Jason scratching his foot. He knew the chaos that would follow.
“Replacement. Do you need help?”
“N-No! No, I got it, Jay. Thank you.” He leaned forward and scratched his foot. Thank god he was flexible.
Jason got up and walked over to him sitting by Tim’s feet. He knew where this was going and he didn’t like it. Jason grabbed the ankle of his non injured leg and held it in an iron grip.
“Jason…don’t you dare. I know that look!” Tim warned him. A grin started to spread across Jason’s lips.
“Don’t what, Timmy?”
“Tickle me!” The moment it slipped out of his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. He just fell for the oldest trick in the book! Jason’s grin became evil.
“All you need to do is ask,” Jason purred out as he began to wiggle his fingers against Tim’s foot. Laughter came flooding out of him with no hope of stopping it.
“THIHIHIHIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAIR, JAHAHASON!!!”
He had to laugh at that. He knew he was being mean to the younger one. But it was just so easy!
“With your other leg out of commission right now, this the best time to tickle the shit out of you. You can’t kick me now!”
“JAHAHAHAHASON YOHOHOU BAHAHAHAHAASTARD!!!”
Tim twisted his torso to the side in some sort of poor attempt to break free. That did nothing. His face was already starting to turn red as tears formed in his eyes. He hated when his brothers tickled his feet. They knew it was his worst spot and how uncoordinated it made him.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!! HAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHERCY!!!”
And then Jason had to go and make it worse. The scream that ripped out of Tim’s throat could’ve shattered glass. Jason’s tickling fingers had worked their way up under his toes. Tim’s laughter went silent as the tears spilled over on to his red cheeks. He couldn’t move his body. His hands clenched the couch cushion so hard Jason started to hear the fabric rip. Tim’s laughter had turned into breathy gasps. He was reaching his limit.
When Jason heard a faint “Can’t breathe” he decided to call it quits. He released Tim from his hold and the younger male laid there gasping for air. He weakly glares at Jason over his shoulder.
“W-What…the hell…” Jason chuckled at him.
“You’ve been moody the past few days. You needed a cheer up dude,” He stated as he patted his leg and stood to grab his book. Tim groaned rolling over on to his back.
“When I’m out of my cast, your ass is mine,” He grumbled as he, too, picked up his book. Jason smiled and sat beside him.
“I look forward to it, bro.”