Jason very literally aches from head to toe--from his likely concussion to his broken toe and everything in between, including the cracked ribs, sprained wrist, and the deep puncture wound in his right shoulder.
He needs proper medical attention, probably. Definitely.
All he can really muster up the energy to do is collapse on his couch with a couple of ice packs.
After that, he either dozes off or passes out. Hard to say, really. Whichever one it is, he misses Tim's arrival. He has no idea he's not alone until a thump startles him back into awareness.
It takes a few panicky seconds to connect the sound to Tim, who's kneeling next to the couch and staring at him in horror, and then a few more to figure that thump was Tim's knees hitting the floor.
And he's definitely got a concussion, because it's not until after he's slurred out a worried, "What's wrong?" that he realizes the horror on Tim's face is for him.
"Jason," Tim says, shocked. He cups Jason's face carefully, fingers soft against the bruises blooming across his cheek and jaw. "What happened?"
There's a smart answer on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't have the energy for snark. "Lost a fight."
Tim's hand ghosts over his shoulder, gently feeling the edges of the bandage, and then skips down to hover over his ribs. Sitting up to look would be fucking agony, but Jason knows his whole ribcage must be covered in developing bruises.
"Jason," Tim says again. His hand returns to the bandage. "Do you need Leslie?"
Jason starts to shake his head, but luckily controls the impulse before it can do more than ache in warning. Kinda feels like if he moves it too much, it'll fall right off.
"Nah," he says instead. "He wasn't trying to kill me, just make me suffer."
Tim makes a hurt little sound. "Who did this to you?"
There's an undertone to it, something angry and dangerous beneath the sweet concern. That's Red Robin there, lurking in the back of Tim's gaze and promising vengeance.
Jason knows it won't last, of course. That's why he draws it out, why he waits a long minute to answer. He wants to enjoy the clear rage on his behalf before it becomes disappointment.
"Jason?" Tim prompts eventually.
Jason takes one last second to savor Tim's worry and anger. Then he sighs and admits, "Bruce."
The answer shocks Tim's face into blankness. His careful hands spasm, freezing in the middle of their subtle injury check.
"What," he says flatly.
"Bruce," Jason repeats. He tries to make it defiant, but thinks he only manages tired. His head is throbbing. "We had another little disagreement about my methods."
Tim's jaw ticks. "Did you."
It's not a question, but the request for more information is implied. Jason thinks about telling him--about recounting the entire, fuck awful night--but ends up looking away instead.
In the morning, he'll be able to summon up his usual fury and indignation over Bruce's fucking nerve, the way he dares to think he can dictate how everyone else in Gotham works--the way he acts like he owns the city and outranks every vigilante in it by default.
Right now? Right now every inch of him aches. He can feel his heartbeat in his shoulder, pulsing in the puncture wound the batarang left. All he can feel is exhaustion.
However much of what Jason's feeling Tim reads on his face, it makes him sit back on his heels. He takes a slow, deep breath.
"Okay," he says. "I'll be back in a little while, okay? You need anything while I'm out?"
Jason's eyes snap back to his. He was expecting either a lecture or Tim storming off, not a casual little goodbye like Tim's planning to go get groceries.
"Where are you going?" he asks.
Tim pushes to his feet, bracing one hand against the back of the couch as he leans in to press a sweet, careful kiss to Jason's mouth.
"To find Bruce," he says.
Jason's heart misses a beat. "Tim--"
Tim's next kiss lands on his forehead in such a tender gesture that it steals the words right out of Jason's mouth.
"I'll be back," he promises. "I just need to talk to him, okay?"
To find out what Jason did that was so bad it earned this? To find out if Bruce is still okay with them dating, in light of his latest tantrum?
"About what?" Jason asks, dreading the answer.
Tim's mouth thins. His eyes blaze.
"His fucking methods."
happy halloween! 🎃👻🦇 i gave up on the prompt generator, but wanted to write the classic Who did this to you? i hope you enjoyed! ♡♡
IMMEDIATELY asking for jason’s pov of the fake dating fic for the prompt meme. literally first and only thing that popped in my mind. i don’t have a specific scene in mind, any you want would be amazing
oh and i forgot to say happy belated birthday!! you don’t have to reply to this separately lmao
Thank you very much! I've always kind of wanted to write Jason's POV of the hickey scene in chapter two, so I hope you enjoy ♡♡
It probably made Jason a bad person, but how could he resist the opportunity when it was right there?
“You might not’ve noticed, but I’m a possessive kinda guy,” he said in extreme understatement. “When I own something—or someone—I make damn sure everyone knows. You need more than this if you’re gonna be mine.”
It was a lie. A shameless, shameless lie.
Was Jason the kinda guy who marked up his partners as much and as often as they’d allow? Yes.
Was there a single solitary person in Crime Alley who was gonna look at Red Hood’s boyfriend long enough to even realize he had hickies, let alone count them? Absolutely fucking not.
So it was a lie, and Jason knew it. Knew that Tim would be lucky to get eye contact as long as he was undercover, because nobody would want to be the moron caught staring at Red Hood’s boyfriend. Jason had never dated anyone as his crime lord persona before, so they wouldn’t know what kinda punishment he’d lay down for staring…but he was sure they could imagine, and it would keep all of their gazes firmly averted.
But the excuse was right there—right there like the hickies he’d left before, scattered across Tim’s neck and just begging to be joined by some friends—and who was Jason to ignore it?
Tim hadn’t answered. Jason felt like that was a good sign; better hesitation than an immediate ‘no.’
“So?” he asked. He couldn’t resist the urge to apply a little pressure to the mark below his thumb, treasuring the way Tim’s pulse jumped in response. “More, yes or no?”
Tim’s pulse evened out immediately, and not in a natural way. No, that was Tim applying Batman’s lessons in controlling his heartbeat. That was Tim needing to control his heartbeat, because Jason was absolutely getting to him.
“Sure,” Tim said casually. “Knock yourself out.”
“Great,” Jason said, matching Tim’s casual tone. Not easy, when the jealous, possessive thing in his chest was nearly purring in satisfaction. He’d had so much fun marking Tim up the first time and couldn’t wait to do it again.
…But half the fun was flustering Tim, and Jason was pretty sure Tim had a strength kink. (It would explain his baffling and infuriating affair with the super clone, for one, and also Jason was like seventy-five percent sure Tim had checked him out the last time he took advantage of the Batcave’s weights.)
So he took the excuse of their height difference to lift Tim right off his feet and put him on the kitchen island. Without asking. With no visible effort. (No effort required, it’d be so fucking easy to just pin Tim to the wall and hold him there while Jason fucked him—)
Tim was blushing. Fuck yes.
He also wasn’t asking why Jason had done that, which was an even better sign, Jason thought. Still, for the sake of appearances—
“You’re too short,” he offered in explanation. Tim didn’t so much as roll his eyes; another good sign.
He wanted to keep teasing Tim, see if he could get that faint blush darker and more obvious, but the other half of the plan called. They had a date to go on.
So he stepped up between Tim’s splayed legs and gripped his hips, yanked him to the edge of the island, and went to town.
Tim’s skin was soft beneath his lips. His shirt rubbed distractingly against Jason’s chest. And the quiet, hitching breaths he kept taking were driving Jason out of his goddamned mind.
He was obviously trying so hard to stay cool, to play it unaffected like he wasn’t bothered all by Jason’s attention, and he was failing. Calm, cold, unflappable Tim was being really fucking flapped by Jason giving him a few hickies.
It was hot as fuck—and, more importantly, it gave Jason hope. Hope that this plan might actually work after all. That he might walk away from this not only with his traitors dealt with, but with Tim finally being his as a bonus.
And if not…well, at least he’d have this memory: Tim’s stifled moans, the taste of his sweat, and his visible struggle not to arch up into Jason’s touch.
It wasn’t everything Jason wanted, but it was a damn good start.
so my lazy last-min halloween costume involved putting fake blood on my neck like someone slit it.
picture this:
tim’s look for hanging out with his friends (yj/titans/whatever) on halloween is putting makeup on the scar from where jason slit his throat. it’s the only thing he does and he goes full out it looks super realistic. he somehow runs into jason. they have ThoughtsTM about it. maybe they do ThingsTM about it?
(you don’t have to take this as a prompt, just a funny thought i wanted to share)
omg YES I LOVE that!!!! I'm picturing Jason and Tim just like...standing in the street staring at each other. And Jason can't look away from Tim's neck and his hands are fisted and his fists are trembling
and Tim's worried he's hurt Jason's feelings, that Jason maybe feels like this is Tim taunting or blaming him somehow
but no, Jason's just shaking from how horny he is. he wants to lick that scar so bad.
no really you are keeping me FED right now, i’m loving your return to jaytim!! the new fic was amazing, a/b/o dynamics are not my usual thing but it was sooooooo wonderfully done, i love how they’re actual characters and personality shown so well through the smut, and the conversation after was *chef’s kiss*
i did leave a comment on the fic but i was nottttt coherent enough to say all this, going for my re read now! thank you for writing 🫶🏼🫶🏼
(also count my signature on the sequel petition) (a no-pressure signature, bc you also deserve a break)
ah, thank you very much!!! I'm honored you gave it a chance even though aob isn't your thing ♡♡ and I'm glad you enjoyed! I worked hard on that conversation...it was harder than the smut for some reason 😂 so it's good it worked for you ♡
haha, a little bit of pressure isn't a bad thing...I was telling this to Kriz and Astrix already, but I have a bad tendency to get lazy about writing and then I just stop! which is how I ended up going *checks notes* almost exactly 15 months without writing anything!
so a little pressure is fine...once I've had a few days to recover from this weekend, that is 😂
