#jason tim

[keepingupwiththebatfam]

Tim. And. Jason. And I'm not even ashamed to say that I have the biggest animated-character crush on Nick Wilde. Sorry not sorry, but he's actually Jason Todd. 🙌🏼

[codyart]

For a Jay/Tim prompt? How about Jay draped over Tim's shoulders and the back of his chair as Tim's /trying/ to work on his data files?

I hope this is something like what you had in mind! <3

[kamikazekaboom]

*sweats nervously* uhh, uh-uhhmm, Jay and Tim, tickle fight...turns into bUTTSEX???

There’s still a little bit of JayTim week left…right? *Sweats nervously*

Obviously rated NSFW

Tim could hear Damian yelling indignities from the safety of his bedroom window. In honor of the dying Summer season, the other three Robins had decided to celebrate.  Barbeque was had and they even gathered a modest arsenal of water-based weapons. Armed to the teeth with balloons and squirt guns, they declared the backyard their battleground and from the sounds of it, the youngest was losing. 

The teen dismissed the childish fun in favor of staying in bed with a good book and a warm cup of tea. In his opinion, Fall could not arrive fast enough.

Or he was trying to avoid someone.

As his attention turned back to the novel at hand, he couldn’t help but notice how the door swung open a few inches. The movement was small and easy to ignore.  Most people would attribute it to a gust from the air conditioner, while the more superstitious might say a ghost. However in this particular case, the term ‘zombie’ might be more appropriate.

"If you get me wet, I’m going to put you right back in the ground." Tim said when he discovered the vigilante crouching by the side of his bed. The man was usually about as subtle as a semi-truck full of explosives through the front door, so it made sense that his stealth skills need work.  

Jason placed his weapons by the side of the bed to display his peaceful intentions. ‘Peaceful’ once he’d been caught. He invaded the teen’s personal space like he owned it when he leaned over the bed, resting his weight on his elbows. Tim fidgeted but didn’t retreat. “I wanted to see why my favorite little brother was all alone.” He said, curious to the reason. The teen appeared healthy, and had no obvious injuries preventing him from the barbeque.

The fun downstairs quickly lost its luster when he discovered that Tim wouldn’t be joining. He could kick those two numbskulls’ butts any day of the week, seeing him was worth the trip to the manor.

An extra beat thudded in Tim’s chest at the endearment and he hoped it didn’t show on his face. It was stupid how much he wanted to have his attention, while at the same to be as far away as possible.

"So I’m your favorite now?" he asked with an air of practiced boredom. No easy feat, given the longer the man was around the better chance he had of looking like a fool. The convict shrugged off the previous comment like it was nothing, feigning disinterest. "Of course, but given the competition it was hardly a contest."

So, that’s it then. Tim thought as he realized what he was dancing around this time. You want me to help you cheat. He should have known that Jason wouldn’t have bothered him unless he wanted something. The teen felt like an idiot for the moment’s happiness. He pulled the knife from his back and returned it to him. “I’m not going to play with you.” He dismissed him as his book was reopened with a rude snap.

The trusting smile gave way to a disappointed frown. He was going to have Tim on his team, even if he required a little persuasion. His plot now set,Jason’s weight shifted until he sat on his haunches like a cat ready to pounce. “I have ways of making you change your mind.” His voice dipped low and devious to hint at some unknown punishment. The bird in Tim was telling him to flee while he still had the chance, but he couldn’t resist one more dig. “Do your worst.” He said with defiance, looking the man dead in the eyes.

Jason leapt onto the bed and the teen yelped in surprise, calloused hands diving for the sensitive skin of Tim’s sides. By the time Tim discovered his intent, it was already too late. The instant the teen was within reach, skilled fingers began to move like spiders crawling up his ribcage and the nerve endings on his sides lit up like the night sky on the Fourth of July.

A shaking sound bubbled up from deep inside while he struggled to get away. The teen desperately squirmed free only to get yanked back on to Jason’s lap. “Oh no, you don’t…You’re not getting away that easily.” He teased, wanting to see how far the Robin’s pride will hold out. “Jaaay! Sto-op!” The teen cried out between peals of laughter as his thick shirt was pushed up to his armpits.

Jason’s hands explored the sensitive skin of his stomach and chest, determined to find the places that made him shake and shudder. Tears welled up in blue eyes as he fought to keep air in his lungs. “Okay! Okay! I give!”  The second Robin let go in an instant at the surrender, letting the teen gulp for oxygen.

Their breaths were still shaking from the last chuckling notes of laughter. Clothes and bed were reduced to a tangled mess and Jason couldn’t resist running a hand through the teen’s mussed locks. It was a combination of pride and affection that kept him from letting go. As the bubbly feeling died down, growing sober in the fading orange daylight, the former Robins realized how intimately they were touching.

It seemed natural that during their tussle, Jason would use his greater size to pin the teen to the soft surface. A hand was still tangled in his hair and another hand occupied the small space between shirt and chest, right over the boy’s beating heart. Tim was holding on to him by his shirt, not wanting him to leave. Their faces were inches apart.

It was strange how a few minutes ago how normal it was to be so close, like this was where they were supposed to be. A line of red blush ran over the teen’s cheeks and up to his ears while his mind fought with whether to push him away or… 

This was not where Jason was planning to go with this when he started the tickle fight. He knew that he liked having the teen around, but that didn’t mean he was sweet on the kid. Actually, who wouldn’t want to have Tim on their team? Tim kicked ass! He was strong and smart and funny and easy to talk to and freaking hot and-Aw, shit.

At least now he could explain the jealousy. "No, no, when I say ‘you can do better,’ I mean you should date me. And only me.” Yeah, that’s not even slightly creepy.

Now that the wanting feeling had a name, it was like finding a puzzle piece that was missing for years. He couldn’t decide what he wanted to do with this newfound information. He could keep it and be forced to accept that he wants to know what Tim Drake’s lips taste like, taking with it the pile of emotional devastation that went with all of his relationships. Or he could throw the dammed thing back under the couch and pretend nothing happened.

It was hard to decide when all he could think of was how cute Tim was when he smiled.

Jason shifted unconsciously from embarrassment, unwittingly moving his knee farther up between Tim’s legs and brushing their thighs together. The younger make a high-pitched sound in his throat.

This was a bad time to remember how much bigger and stronger Jason was than him. From what he’s seen after fights, the older man was all scarred muscle and bandages where he wanted to run his hands. He could remember the gorgeous boy running across rooftops and the nights wondering what a smoker’s mouth tasted like. He could also see the growing doubt in green eyes. This was probably his only chance to find out and it was already slipping fast.

Tim lifted a hand to hold the back of Jason’s neck, licking his lips to quell the butterflies in his stomach. The first kiss was shallow, their lips barely touching to ask for permission for more. He expected to be pushed away and scolded for what he’d done, like he had done to himself many times over. However, the rejection never came.

Instead, Jason was the one to start the second kiss and it was much longer than the first. It was slow and careful, leaving Tim wanting to describe it as loving. He didn’t want to think of that right now, instead focusing on what was in front of him. Luckily, he couldn’t describe Jason’s mouth as ‘licking an ashtray’ like most people said about smokers. There was certainly an undercurrent of smoke but the flavor was closer to a spicy and bitter tea. The sense of wanting was palatable.

The teen’s legs spread further apart to accommodate the second Robin’s hips pressing against his own. Smaller hands pulled at Jason’s beltloops, yearning more of the sweet friction as he began to rock against him. Each grind was slow, letting pressure do the work. He earned a soft cry from the red bird as they started to sweat. The sensation was too much and somehow not enough, Tim could feel the ridge of a denim-covered zipper rubbing his growing erection.

Tim’s hands crept up under the man’s shirt, feeling the hills and valleys of a toned body underneath. His fingertips sought out two rounded nubs, taking the time to roll them under his thumbs.

Jason pulled away for a moment to pull off the overheated shirt, giving his newfound lover full access. He was taking to the whole “I have the hots for my little brother” thing much faster now that he was allowed to touch.

 Tim shyly kissed one before running over it with the rough length of his tongue. There was the taste of sweat in his mouth and a short gasp in his ears. He’s so sensitive here. The teen mused as he teased him with short licks, curling the tip of his tongue. Maybe a little bite…? He thought curiously before pinching a pink nipple with his teeth. A low groan and a buck of his hips confirmed his suspicions.

Jason’s hands followed a line down the teen’s back down to his ass, kneading the firm flesh while gooey heat pooled between his legs. He couldn’t remember the last time he ached for something so badly. As licks turned to bites and suckling, his hand slipped between jean-covered thighs. The suction of Tim’s lips made a ‘pop’ when Jason gave a possessive squeeze to the teen’s growing bulge. Running his palm up and down, feeling every inch of the boy’s swelling shaft and testes through the soft denim. “Mm…Such a big boy, aren’t you Timmy?” He cooed into the teen’s ear, enjoying the sounds he made when he applied a little circular pressure to the tip.

"Yes…" He breathed, rocking his hips into the touch.

The second Robin’s other hand tugged on too-long hair as he pulled him up to crush their mouths together. Jason was anything but shy as his tongue curled around the teen’s the moment he parted his lips. It was hardly fair with a hot tongue in his mouth and Jay’s demanding hand on his dick. He wanted to sob the moment his zipper was undone. Cotton briefs doing nothing to protect his length from the room’s chilled air. Tim hoped he didn’t notice the wet spot forming on the fabric.

Just when he expected more of the man’s wonderful attention, he received none. Jason was momentarily distracted with drawing a bottle of lotion from Tim’s nightstand. “H-how did you know that I had that?” The teen stammered in mortification. His mind conjured images of Jason watching him from the window. Half of him was fatally embarrassed about his most private of times being snooped upon, while another liked the idea of exhibition.

The convict smirked, holding up the cherry-scented bottle. “All teenagers have lotion, some more than others.” He hinted at the fact that it was half-full, knowing it wasn’t used to treat dry skin. He pulled his blushing darling against him, before pulling underwear and jeans down to just above his knees. Now that he was fully exposed, Jason had more room to play.

Masculine digits wrapped around his length to stroke him firmly, and Tim’s mind fizzled out again as the only thing he could think of was that Jason made him feel damn good. The bottle’s lid snapped open and he poured a generous amount directly onto the swollen erection. The white liquid was painfully cold but quickly grew warm from friction. Jason was careful to spread it everywhere, from the dripping tip of Tim’s shaft to even coating his balls with the slick substance.

The teen thrusted into his tight fist made wet from the liberal use of lube. The contrast between hot and cold, wet and calloused, rough and slippery, was enough to drive him mad. Tim wrapped his arms around Jason’s neck, leaning against him while he rocked into his open hands. The second Robin was pleased that he was given the full expanse of Tim’s throat to nip and kiss. He would be rewarded with hickeys.

The teen opened eyes he didn’t even know he was clenching to see that Jason was watching him. Green eyes were directed downward to catch the full show of Tim’s eager sex. He was well-formed and every buck of his hips, every twitch of his curved cock was on display. The teen was fucking his fist and he loved every moment of it. He liked seeing him under his control and having the proud Drake-Wayne come undone.

The younger male’s foreskin was pushed back a little farther by Jason’s thumb, giving him a clear view of a translucent bead forming from the slit. The small drop was picked up before it could be lost to the sheets. Spreading it over his tongue, Jason moaned at the taste.

Tim could have came then and there.

 He didn’t know when the man opened his pants and began to jerk to his thrusts, but he needed him stop before he lost himself completely. “Jay…Please!" He begged, clenching his eyes as he tried to regain control of his raging hormones. Jason took it as a sign he wanted more. The hand tightened at the base of the teen’s length and Tim cried out as he clenched down as hard as he could to keep from spilling his load over the man’s abs. "Jay, stop!"

The second Robin let go the instant he was shoved away, confusion and worry cutting through the bliss-induced haze. He didn’t understand what went wrong. The teen held him at arm’s length for a moment to catch his breath, his pale legs were twitching from raw need. “Please…” He said between gasps of air, “I want you in me." The teen didn’t believe he had the courage to say that.

Dark eyebrows rose in surprise, not expecting to go that far their first time. Not that he would complain.

Tim’s bare back hit the bedspread the moment they confirmed that they were really going to do this. Tight jeans were peeled the rest of the way off and tossed aside. The older man bit back the urge to grope at those beautiful milky thighs after realizing that he was still mostly dressed. Worn jeans were simple to remove, his boots on the other hand, were not. After a span of time that is always too long for the horny, off came the shoes and the rest of his clothing.

Jason was fully erect and a flushed shade of red, the tip bouncing as he crawled towards the teen. Tim’s face reddened at the sight of it. He had seen other boys’ before, mostly during changing for school or swimming, but not something that big. “Are you okay?” Jason asked when he noticed Tim was avoiding his gaze. “We don’t have to do this.” He assured, the last thing he wanted was to force him into something he didn’t want.

The teen assured he was fine, saying “I want to do this, it’s just that I’m a little nervous.”  He smiled at his…what would he call him now? Boyfriend? Lover? Or was this going to be a one-time thing? Oh crap, he was thinking about it again. Luckily, Jason was the one to change the subject with a reassuring kiss on the cheek.

Tim’s heart pounded in his ears as Jason pushed his legs apart at the knees, nipping  all the way down. He pressed his lips just above his navel, feeling him tense in anticipation. The bottle of lotion was found again as the second Robin traced the teen’s seam down to his puckered slit. The first touch was teasing, easing him open with his longest finger. Tim was learning that he liked the feeling of cold lube.

The teen’s head hit the pillow with a whimper as it eased in straight to the knuckle. It moved in and out of him experimentally, pushing back in as far as he could reach. Then he waited. Jason wanted to see if there was any sign of protest at the intrusion before stretching him further. Tim’s hands tightened and released their grip on the sheets many times over, trying in vain to hold still. He wanted to scream when the second digit pushed in beside the first.

They moved inside of him and rubbed at his walls. The sensation was strange but pleasant. He’d never been touched there before. He knew all the reasons why preparation was important, if he was in a better frame of mind he could even recite them, but the knowledge did little to quell the longing for more. “Hurry…” The teen urged, his body bucking against the intruding fingers. He was feverish and panting. Every inch of him ached for Jason until his whole world consisted of the bed. Was this what addiction was like?

The accommodating feeling was suddenly gone and Jason’s mouth was back on his own. Short nails angrily dug into the man’s hips as their teeth clashed together to remind him of what he needed. He chuckled at the teen’s eagerness, and caught the gasp when he pushed into him.

The wet tip spread his hole open, easing into the heat. It was hot and blissfully tight. Jason’s teeth sunk into his lip to let pain clear his head. There was a strong urge to throw the teen’s legs over his shoulders and rut, but he needed control. Moving leisurely at first, he rocked his hips until he was fully sheathed.

Tim made pleased noises as he adjusted to the sheer size of his length in him. The width of the head, the thickness of the shaft down to the hilt stretching him. He anticipated being full, but not that he could feel the man throb and twitch. Jason’s hands were exploring him again, although this time with a very different intent. He wanted to memorize every inch of the teen incase he never gets the chance to touch him a second time. Rough skin found matching scars and brushed at the hair at the juncture of Tim’s legs.

The bed creaked with his long thrusts, pulling out almost completely before pushing into the root. Red lips found his pulse as his lover sucked on his throat. It hurt a little, but the pain was rewarded with so much pleasure. It was their own little slice of heaven, but it wouldn’t last for much longer. Tim surrendered body and soul to his pulsing addiction, wanting everything the man could give him.

He must have voiced that request because as soon as the thought entered his mind, the man found a way to get a lot more leverage. Jason’s sweat mixed his with his as the rhythm grew more demanding. He held Tim’s legs open wide, pinning his thighs to the patterned bedspread and the teen still clung as best he could to the source of his ecstasy. He adored the affection, but needed the freedom of movement if he was going to make the teen scream his name.  

Formless praises fell from Tim’s lips, but they were long past the point of coherency. Then Jason found what he was looking for.

His piston was introduced to the teen’s prostate in a way that mimicked their own violent meeting. Jason supposed it was a rude thing to do, taking the boy that hard for his first time, but who knew he could be so vocal? The resulting cry was deafening as Tim’s back arched up off of the bed. His blue eyes lit up stars as he came violently. White seed splashed over Jason’s chest and the teen’s body tightened around him, bringing him close to the edge. Tim’s back arched off of the bed in desperation as he sobbed the man’s name.

Jason came for what felt like days, pumping his hot sperm into him until he was full. The sensation made the teen blush, knowing he would never forget his first. Their bodies tingled with the afterglow and each other’s heat was like touching the sun.

Jay looked down at the sticky mess covering his chest and grinned with pride. Copying the man’s earlier actions, Tim hesitantly licked a line up his sternum. Taking a translucent shot into his mouth, his tongue curling around the salty flavor. He expected it to be awful, and was surprised to find that he wasn’t opposed to the idea of doing it again. There was a rush of arousal on his lover’s face and claimed his mouth before he could protest. It seemed like an odd thing to want to share.

Cuddles and caresses were exchanged in care. Their legs got tangled in the sheets as they played, drunk on the moment like a fine wine.

"…I love you."

The second Robin was nuzzling his neck when the words were said. Tim held his breath. They were so soft that it was hard to tell at first who was the cause. Jason grew taut at his mistake, it wasn’t the kind of thing the man just let slip like that. He never should of kissed him, he should have expected something like this was going to happen. His heart was too far in it to just leave it at sex. “Aw, hell.” Now he went and dropped the L-bomb and it always, always ended badly.

If he wasn’t naked right now, he’d jump out the window and hide until the whole thing blew over. His heart and head were kinda stupid that way.

The teen grabbed his arm before he could bolt for his clothes. “Don’t.” He murmured softly, urging him to stay. It was strange how such a light grip held him in place more than any chain could. He licked at his dry lips and sat up to kiss Jason gently. “…would it help if I said that I felt the same?”  

The world had not been kind to streetwise vigilante up to this point and had no reason to start now. And yet he couldn’t resist a chuckle at the teen’s optimism was winning him over. “Yeah, I think that’ll help a lot.”

And maybe he should stay the night too. Just to think it over, of course.

…

Dick’s eyes narrowed at the pair as they ate breakfast, studying their strange behavior. Tim was a blushing ball of shyness and Jason couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off of his face. All the pieces sudden snapped together for him in an instant; Jason’s sudden disappearance from their game, both of them coming downstairs at the same time, wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and now the cutesy little smiles.

They were a thing.

An observer of this situation would have assumed that the hamster fell off of Dick’s mental wheel, given his shock. He wasn’t even aware that the second Robin was even capable of emotions other than rage and general grumpiness. This is a big step up for him.

This is freaking weird. His thoughts shifting from congratulatory to disturbed as he recalled who his new ‘main squeeze’ was. “Eww”

Jay gave Tim a nudge before taking his hand in his. It was a simple victory, but he was proud of it anyway. The couple was too preoccupied with the giddy excitement of holding hands under the table to notice their brother’s queasiness.

He kicked oldest brother in the shin to get his attention. “Stop it, siblings should not be doing…that." He whispered his disapproval so Alfred and Bruce couldn’t hear. In Nightwing’s mind, the dear old man would have a heart attack if he knew what two of his grandchildren were up to. The younger Robins merely looked at each other as if to say "I don’t care if you don’t."

They could  argue the logistics of being brothers-by-adoption-with-one-being-legally-dead  later. For now, they would enjoy their waffles and each other.

[kamikazekaboom]

I think Jason would want Tim to get his name hyphenated again if they got married.

Then it'd be Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne-Todd.

[kamikazekaboom]

Jay/Tim Going Home

Going Home

Pairing: Jay/Tim

Rating: T

Summary: Tim wants to rebuild the family that was broken. Jason tries to wash blood off of his hands, but will the stains are still there. Will the family take him back or will it be broken further?

AN:(Found this half-written in a folder and decided to finish it. If it goes over well, I might write more.)

If someone bothered to look close enough, they would find notice something odd about the third Robin.

Tim had done his best to abolish the whole ‘boy hostage’ stereotype by becoming one of the best escape artists in the world, yet he couldn’t help but be kidnapped by the same person over and over again. It became a game of cat-and-mouse. Sure, they’d play up the ‘mortal enemies’ thing when other people where around but in truth, they hadn’t hated each other for a while now.

It happened just after Bruce came back and he allowed Damian to continue being Robin. Tim knew that he was too old for the role and had completed most of his training, but a part of him had hoped he could wear the uniform again. But, the child was unstable and needed the mentoring more than he did. He listed off all the reasons why it was a better choice, but it didn’t relieve the disappointment or rejection.

He could remember being a small child collecting newspaper clippings of his favorite duo, hoping one day that he could be a hero too. Being allowed to put on the costume was like a dream that he didn’t want to wake up from. Damian didn’t hold the same respect for the costume or the legacy, to him they were merely stepping stones on the road to being Batman.

Tim was reviewing college pamphlets in a feeble attempt at distraction when Jason approached him. The night was too cold for the season and it was the first time he called the teen by name. There were none of the old insults of ‘replacement’ or sneering remarks at how neither Dick nor Bruce wanted him to be Robin anymore.  Instead Jason was warm and kind, showing a sense of compassion that was often lost in combat. He knew what it was like to be forgotten.

They had never experienced each other like this before. They were too wrapped up in ‘revenge’ or ‘justice’ until it was hard to see each other as people. Jason would hold him as the teen cried in his arms, staying with him as long as he needed. As time went by, Tim’s pain faded and the bond between them strengthened. Numbers were exchanged and soon they were meeting just for the joy of being together. 

A few weeks later Stephanie and Tim broke up and Jason was the first person he called. For some reason, he found he was the easiest person to talk to. Maybe he had grown tired of Bruce’s silent disapproval or Dick’s unwanted coddling. He slumped against the older man’s shoulder and wondered why his romances always went wrong.

The second Robin gave him a coy glance with those dark green eyes. “Maybe…” He said as he covered the teen’s hand with his own, letting the simple gesture say more than he could. “Maybe it’s time you tried something different.”

Tim blushed deeply and pulled away in embarrassment. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this, didn’t he like girls? He knew he liked Steph, but he was uncomfortable the moment she wanted something more than kissing.  The teen thought he was doing the right thing by acting like a gentleman. Maybe he just didn’t feel that way.

Blue eyes shyly ran over Jason’s toned body. His mind conjured scenes of touching the man beside him and he was surprised at his own sense of anticipation. “I’ve never kissed a boy before.” The teen mumbled nervously, realizing for the first how close their bodies usually were. It wasn’t odd for him to fall asleep on the man’s shoulder after a movie or for them to stay up all night talking. He felt like could tell him anything.

Tim’s heart beat a little faster as Jason inched closer. He flinched, and the wayward Robin stopped. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Jason said reassuringly, as doubt ebbed into his voice. 

The teen shook his head, saying “No, I…I want you to kiss me.” He trusted the older man with his life and now with his heart. 

Jason was very gentle, as if the teen would run away at the slightest threat. His head tilted a little to the side as their lips brushed together. There was the spiced taste of tobacco on his tongue, and the sensation of it all was overwhelming. Tim made a feminine noise at the back of his throat as Jay’s tongue massaged against his. The feeling of tenderness spread over him like colored ink bleeding over paper.

It was wonderful.

…

Tim spent the last few minutes calling his older brother, asking if he could bring a guest. He adjusted his grip on the cell and looked over to Jason sitting on the bed. He was watching the conversation take place, taking it as a necessary evil.  The situation between him and rest of the bat-clan wasn’t as tense as it used to be, but it still far from friendly.

The Red Hood was still an active player in the Gotham City crime scene on a mission to police the drug trade with lethal efficiency. He kept a close link to the underground and helped Red Robin whenever he could. The open attacks against the rest of the family stopped, more out of respect for Tim rather than any newfound fondness.

Dick was on the other line assuring that an extra person wasn’t a problem and honestly, he hoped it would be a girl. The acrobat had unsuccessfully played matchmaker since the breakup with Stephanie, and was getting worried about his younger brother. “Are they a friend from school or the Titans?” He asked hopefully.

  The teen bit his lip for a moment, ready to get the weight off his chest. They had been a couple for more than three months now, and Tim couldn’t stand hiding anything anymore to them. He owed everything to his family and he had spent too much time sneaking around behind their backs. “Neither, and he’s actually my boyfriend.” Tim said, finding the word strange and pleasant on his lips.

“Oh” His older brother said and went quiet for a few minutes. That was really all he could say about it because the thought never crossed his mind before. Should he be surprised? Or was he supposed to have known all along? His mind was working again when he asked “Anybody we know?”

Jason instinctively shifted closer on the bed, reacting to how the teen’s shoulders suddenly tightened. “Um, yes…” Tim said nervously, knowing that this was the hard part. There were a lot of reasons Dick would object; there was the age difference, the fact that Jason’s painfully familiar with the inside of Arkham, the guns, the killing, and not to mention the fact that they’re legally siblings. “I’ve been dating Jason.”

There was a pained silence on the other end.

“Uh, Tim? We’re not talking about our Jason right?” His brother asked with a nervous humor, desperately hoping he was wrong.

The teen took a deep breath and put a hand on the windowsill to steady himself. “Don’t do this to me” he pleaded inside. “Dick, if you’d just give him a chance-”

The hero known as Nightwing interrupted with, “Did he give you a chance when he tried to murder you for no reason than being Robin? The man’s insane-!” Tim yanked the phone away the moment he heard yelling, hanging it up mid-rant. He wrapped his arms around the Jason’s waist, his heart aching as he buried his face in the man’s chest.

The younger man’s breathing went shallow as he bottled everything up again. Jason didn’t need to know how much that hurt. He frowned a little, unable to understand why the teen was holding back. He would walk into Wayne Manor, guns blazing, if Tim would only ask him to. After seeing the great detective Tim was, made it was easy to forget how fragile he really was.

Tim weakly pulled away after a moment’s respite to say “We better get ready…don’t want to be late.”

The older man fumed and went to follow him, asking “Why do you care so much about what they think?” He knew Tim wasn’t ashamed to be seen with him, so he didn’t have to prove anything. He didn’t understand why they had to ask permission to be together when it was none of their business in the first place.

The teen turned to face him, taking his lover’s hands in his own. “Because they’re my family” He explained with a few short words. “…and they‘re yours too.” Jason gave a frustrated sigh and caved in, finally agreeing to come along.

For the first time, the teen really doubted what he was doing. He wanted to ease the rift so badly that he never asked if it was the right thing to do or was it a mistake to assume that Jason even wanted to come back. The older man would bite his tongue, choosing instead to sweep that aspect of himself under the rug. A part of Tim wondered if he was only doing this to make him happy.

...

 “You knew?” Dick yelled accusingly, his voice echoing throughout the cave “and you never bothered to bring it up?”

Bruce never looked up from his work, his attention was instead focused on soldering wires for some new invention. “The only reason I stumbled across them was when I began looking into Tim’s informant.” He said flatly, bored of the conversation before it even began. The matter was a simple one, Red Robin’s cases had been going far too smoothly and he chose to investigate. After two day’s worth of work, he found that Jason had been a willing assistant and lover. The relationship appeared clean, there were no signs of blackmail or abuse that he could find. Altogether they seemed happy.

Nightwing was taken aback by the sudden revelation. He had heard about a riot by Crime Alley being stopped before it really began, but he never questioned how. “Wait, they’ve been working together?” He questioned, suddenly very afraid of the possibility, “You don’t think that Tim would-?” The crime fighter couldn’t bear think of blood of his younger brother’s hands. Jason would act like a fool, but he was far more dangerous than his cocky smiles would lead someone to believe. 

Bruce almost rolled his eyes under his goggles at his pointless worry and said “He may be young but he’s hardly one to allow his strings to be pulled. And if the Gotham morgue is any indication, Jason seems to have calmed down considerably.” With that, he deemed the conversation over and wanted his eldest son to leave.

Dick frowned deeply as his former mentor was in favor of the relationship as long as the crime rate was kept low. Not once did he consider Tim’s safety or the possibility of betrayal. The eldest Robin couldn’t forget holding his brother’s broken body while Jason laughed at his handiwork. How he called the teen a failure and his only regret was that he could still breathe despite his shattered ribs. He refused to believe that the psychopath had a sudden change of heart.

…

The drive up to the manor was uneventful and deafeningly quiet. Neither of them was comfortable to speak or even look at each other. There was a moment when they pulled up to the old house where Tim placed a reassuring touch on his lover’s knee. “No matter what happens, I will always love you.”

Jason gave him a warm smile, grateful for having him in his life. “Thank you” He said with a kiss.

Stepping into Wayne Manor was like walking into a photograph. It was as still as ever while Gotham had grown more insane around it. To the older of the two, the place was an overgrown dollhouse. Here you couldn’t hear the sirens from your bedroom window and you couldn’t see your neighbor come home with blood on their sleeves. They had met the true people of Gotham, not the wealthy socialites that could fly to tropical beaches the moment life required more effort than holding a martini.

Dick greeted them at the door with the same frantic compassion as the first fireman to a disaster area. Tim received the apprehensive smile. There was a fierce look between Dick and Jason, the acknowledgement of a threat. The rivals were more alike than they wanted to admit. “Dick, I’m fine. If he was going to kill me I think he would have done it by now.” The teen joked, trying to ease the tension. Dick merely frowned.

Tim was dreading spending the night between two over-protective heroes. While he did enjoy the way Jason’s arm wrapped around his waist, the man didn’t know when to quit. He would keep pushing his brother’s buttons until somebody exploded.

“Well, I think that they make a cute couple.” Alfred said as he politely kept Dick from wedging between the two. “And I had always hoped to see you again under friendlier terms.” Jason tinted pink with embarrassment at the elderly man’s kindness. He couldn’t be mad at Alfred when he had always tried to make him feel welcome. Bruce was the same rock as always, giving his wayward son a firm nod of approval. Given the circumstances, it was the best he could hope for.

They all took their places at the table and even Dick was starting to calm down. Jason was still uncomfortable but he was doing his best to avoid a fight. Maybe this wouldn’t be as painful as they thought. 

Damian came out of his room with all the mirth of a hungry troll leaving his cave. He barely glanced up from his handheld game on his way to the table and scoffed at the couple. “So the two failures found each other, at least this way they can’t breed.”

Oh.

  Tim visibly cringed. He had spent so much time worrying over Bruce and Dick, he forgot the obvious. Normally he would just brush off Damian’s insults as the overactive yipping of a dog starved for attention, but all it took was a small glance to see Jason’s jaw clench in anger.

The insult existed in a vacuum, no one reacted or said anything about it and Red Hood couldn’t have been the only one to hear it. The so-called family did nothing while Damian just verbally slapped Tim across the face. He could accept a lot of things; he’s been blown up, forgotten, spat on, and shot, but no one harms his boyfriend and gets away with it. The only thing keeping him from standing up and belting the demon spawn was that it would end in a brawl.

Instead his demeanor softened, curious to see if Damian took as good as he gave. “Speaking of failures, how’s your Robin training going?” Jason said smugly, tearing off a piece of bread and eating it. The teen snickered beside him. “So tell me about the time you had the Joker tied up in a crowded police station and you still managed to get kidnapped. How the fuck did that happen?”

Damian disapproved at being talked back to by a man he deemed inferior and sneered “That’s funny coming from someone whose most notable accomplishment is getting beaten to death.”

Dick and Tim both knew that this had gone too far in an instant. Jason’s chair clattered backwards as he stood up, violence his clear intent and Damian was egging him on. Bruce put a firm hand on his Jason’s chest. “Leave him alone, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.” He warned, using his full height as a threat.

Green eyes narrowed in betrayal as he lost respect for a teacher that had gone soft. “Why are you defending him? If you caught me talking like that you’d have punched me through a wall!” The brutal training that nearly broke Dick and him as people still rang clear in his mind, so why was the brat getting it easy? He assumed it because Talia said Damian was his son. Honestly none of that story rang true in his ears, Talia didn’t have the capacity for love. She only cared for Batman because it was the one thing daddy could buy for her.

He couldn’t see her passing up the opportunity for a shotgun wedding if she did get pregnant, nor could he see her putting her vanity on hold to wear maternity clothes and let her figure be damaged by having a kid. Not that he qualified to be called a child, as far as he was concerned Damian was a rapid-aged clone in a tank with fake memories. He should not be treated with the same respect as someone that fought and bled for Bruce’s ideals.

“Because you knew better.” He former father said sternly, willing him to back down and Jason flat-out refused. It wasn’t about the insult anymore. They could notice how the volume was getting louder and it had to stop. Tim placed a gentle hand on his lover’s shoulder to calm him down and Jason turned to face him. Immediately the teen was yanked away as Dick stood like a stone wall between them.

The look Jason gave him was one of pure hate. “You thought I was going to hit him.” He seethed, more of an accusation than a statement. Every drop of mistrust, every accusation was clear in that moment. Dick put him in that same category with every scum-sucking, wife-beating asshole that Jason sent to hell with a smile. “You thought I was going to hit Tim.” He repeated, feeling any last sense of compassion for Dick die in flames.

I’m not my father.

“I’m done.” Jason said finally, like someone had flipped a switch inside him and turned off the anger. There were shocked looks around the room, unsure of what was happening. “Jay?” Tim asked, afraid as his boyfriend grabbed his coat before walking to the door. “Jay, please…” He begged, wanting him to sit back down.

His tone softened slightly at seeing his lover and he said “Tim, I can’t do this. I can’t just sit back down in a room full of people that hate me and just pretend that everything’s alright.”

The teen clung to his heels and watched as everything he wanted was falling apart. “No, they don’t hate you-”

The anger was creeping back and Jason had to get away before someone got punched. Jason glared at Dick and the others watching from the sidelines, their judging looks making it worse. “Yes, they do and I can’t believe that I let you talk me into coming back here.” The teen flinched back at his words as regret pooled at his ankles and started rising.

“Don’t-” Tim clung to his jacket sleeve until his knuckles turned white in a feeble plea to make him say.

Jason ripped his arm away in desperation, screaming “Just stop it! Leave me alone!”

The door suddenly slammed shut in front of him, leaving Tim in a frozen state of silence and horror. His usually-genius mind spun and sputtered as it tried to piece together what just happened. He wasn’t even sure he was still breathing.

The others saw the whole thing and were powerless to stop it. From where Dick was standing he could see his younger brother visibly fade when he realized that Jason wasn’t coming back. Proud shoulders crumpled and Tim started breathing again in shuddering gasps. He had never seen him so broken. Even Damian, who often voiced his disgust for the third Robin, felt sick at what he’d done. This wasn’t what he wanted to happen. Dick stepped forward to help but was waved away as the teen choked out the words “I think I need to be alone for a while.”

He spent the next few hours in his old room in Wayne Manor, drowning his tears with a pillow. Alfred brought him a tea tray and set it on his desk, a small gesture of comfort even though he knew the food would remain untouched. Tim didn’t say anything, only pulling the blankets a little tighter around him like a child afraid of monsters. The elderly butler shut the door behind him and looked to Dick and Damian, who were waiting expectantly for news. “Well I hope you two are happy, because he’s certainly miserable.” He scolded and they wilted under the jab. “I guess it too much to ask that we act like a family show a little compassion for one another.” Alfred walked past them without a second glance, shaming them in a way that only a beloved parent can.

Dick went inside and sat on the bed, placing a hand on the shaking form. “Tim, I’m so sorry. I thought I was protecting you.” Red blankets shifted as the teen sat up weakly, “By driving him away?” Tim accused, his voice hoarse from crying. “I was so worried that he’d hurt you again that I couldn’t see how much he meant to you.”

The teen touched his mouth with the back of his hand, willing back an emotion. “Jason’s not that person anymore. He would never-” he took a deep breath. “He begged me not to bring him here. I thought that we could be a family again, but I shouldn’t have been so stupid.”

Damian was standing in the doorway awkwardly, having the same lack of human understanding that he inherited from his parents. He wanted Tim to go back to being the Robin that was built by computers and cold logic. One wasn’t a bleeding heart like Dick or Jason, and Damian had believed he would go the farthest of any of them. The reason Damian would attack Tim at every opportunity was because he was the strongest rival he had ever faced. 

The twelve year-old stood there silently, unable to recognize the whimpering mess on the bed and refused to accept this as the same tactician he looked up to. If this is what love did to someone, he wouldn’t wish it on his worst enemy.

Tim looked sick and Dick tried to get him to drink some of the mint tea. The teen noticed Damian and frowned, saying “What? Here to gloat? The depressed words stabbed Damian, reminding him of his own shortcomings regarding people. He mumbled something under his breath.

Tim only gave him a confused look, so he repeated louder “I’m sorry”

The teen snorted at the flimsy apology, finding no forgiveness to spare. Damian panicked at the rejection and it only got worse as Tim went back under the covers. “Hey, don’t get mad at me! I didn’t know your stupid boyfriend would freak out like that!” He shouted, wanting his rival to get better as soon as possible but not knowing how.

Alfred urged them both out of the room and Dick and Damian looked to each other, knowing that they had to fix this or die trying.

…

He found him in one his old safe houses, dust started to pile up on the sparse furniture from disuse. Jason was bandaging himself up from a fight and there was a fresh knife wound a few inches left of his stomach. It was stitched up with dental floss and the bleeding had slowed to a slow trickle.

Jason eyed his opponent warily as Nightwing appeared in his apartment. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t shoot you.” He growled, picking up the pistol on his lap. As far as he was concerned, the family was fair game again.

Dick put his gloved hands up in surrender, showing that he was unarmed. “I’m here to apologize. Damian never should have said any of that and I should have trusted you more, or at least gotten my facts straight first.”

Jason’s green eyes narrowed, pupils dilated from alcohol or pain medication. He was seriously considering killing him once and for all, but he could still scrape together enough of his humanity to slip his finger off the trigger. He still loved Tim more than he hated them, and the next time he wouldn’t be so generous. “Too bad I don’t accept.” He said as he set the gun down and took a deep swig of whiskey. As if an “I’m sorry” could fix this. The bottle was the newest thing in the room and Dick suspected it was full when he bought it. The gun was cocked and aimed for Dick’s head “Now get the fuck out.”

Dick’s whole body tensed, Jason was drunk and he resisted the urge to smack the weapon out of his hands. The man was a drunk, violent psychopath and the only thing his brother needed right now. “Fine, hate me all you want, but Tim’s been crying his eyes out ever since you left. He needs you right now.”

The gun faltered in the Red Hood’s hand at the mention of his lover, but whatever look of pain he had was hidden away. Tim wouldn’t be put in the middle of his war. “Why are you telling me this?” He asked suspiciously and set the weapon down. Dick’s life would be a whole lot easier without him in it, and he wasn’t the kind of person to lie about that for a trap. Then again, he’s been wrong before.

 “Because I can’t stand to see him in pain.” Nightwing admitted, bowing both his shoulders and his pride. If it was his choice, Jason would be a million miles away in a padded cell and far from anyone he could harm. But Bruce and Alfred hoped that this relationship might end this war. There was still much anger and mistrust between the two of them, but this was a start.

Red Hood didn’t say anything as he put the cap back on the whiskey. He seemed to be weighing the events of the past few hours and didn’t like what he found. Half of Dick was afraid that he would decide that Tim wasn’t worth the headache and the other half thought the teen was better off this way.

There was a winner in the battle between Jason’s head and heart, and he cursed the emotions that ruled him. “I’ll need to get sober first…and shave.” He said as he ran a hand over the dark scruff forming on his face. “I don’t want him to see me like this.”

It wasn’t an act of vanity, it was shame and Dick was taken aback by the show of weakness.

…

Tim could hear the door open and shut gently. He groaned at the company and threw the sheets over his head, he didn’t want to deal with this. The guest ignored his displeasure and lied down next to him without saying a word. Strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist and Tim found someone pressing against his back. His first thought it was Dick trying to comfort him, but the body next to him was holding him too tightly to be his brother. The person didn’t say anything or invade his space any further, he was just there.

  Tim was starting to feel better but a part of him didn’t want to. The tiny shred of comfort was an internal accusation that said that he didn’t love him enough. It was a cruel reminder that this whole mess was his fault. They were happy together, so why couldn’t he have been content with that? He kept pushing Jason to be something he wasn’t and now he’s gone forever.

A kiss on his cheek woke him from his misery. “I’m sorry I messed up again.”

[kamikazekaboom]

For Your Eyes Only Chap 5

Series: Batman

Pairings: Jason/Tim

Ratings: Strong M

Summary: Tim has a new obsession with Gotham’s resident badboy, is it harmless puppy love or something far more sinister? How far will one boy go for love and will Jason even make it out alive? Stalker!Tim/Jason

Jason pressed his forehead to cold tile and wondered if he would ever feel clean again.

Two or three hours ago he had woken up alone, Tim left him a long note next to a dozen white roses. The teen deeply apologized for not being able to stay, saying that he had to leave for school. Little sentiments like 'I love you' and 'I miss you' were scattered throughout the note. He said that he needed the former Robin in his life. Tim was genuinely sorry for being so forceful last night and that he's not usually like that.

Jason found the teen's blood on the sheets and on himself. The sheets he would burn later and the dried blood washed off easily in the shower, even if the memory didn't. Water that was hot enough to scald had turned frigid ages ago and his skin stung from scrubbing.

He dressed without bothering to dry off, moving like a puppet on strings. A king's breakfast was waiting for him on the table but he wasn't hungry. He was a jigsaw puzzle that was thrown to the ground, scattered and probably missing a few pieces.

The roses and the note held his attention for a long time. No one had given him flowers before. He had other partners before, sure, but they weren't the type to write letters or make mix tapes for.

Tim liked holding hands and doing cute 'couple' stuff. Jason liked it too.

But last night-

He shoved the thought to the back of his mind and stepped outside. He couldn't deal with that now.

The mail came early and he welcomed the distraction. Ads, bills, and assorted magazines were tossed aside but a paper-wrapped box stood out. It was not mailed, but delivered directly. A part of him hoped it was a bomb.

It started to ring.

He tore it open and answered the cheap phone inside. "Are you alone?" The voice was familiar, but the tone wasn't.

"Yeah" Jason grumbled and the caller disconnected. Bruce was suddenly beside him, saying "We have to talk." There was no room for discussion. The former Robin motioned him inside. Any other day he would have made a joke about bats being out in the daytime, but today he didn't have the energy.

Batman's eyes ran over the apartment, seeing something that Jason missed. The room was painfully quiet. "What is your relationship with Tim?" He asked, working to keep his voice level.

Jason visibly flinched, he shouldn't be surprised he knew. World's greatest detective and all. "We get along pretty well… catch a movie sometimes…" He mumbled, not wanting to talk. Green eyes shifted up and immediately looked away. He was ashamed. "Look, I know he's underage but I tried. I wanted to wait until he was eighteen, you have to believe me."

Bruce nodded as his former ward confessed everything "I believe you." Jason looked like a ghost of his usual self, fragile and nervous. He didn't want to be what finally broke him, but he had to keep going. "This may be hard to accept, but Tim isn't what we thought he was."

The former Robin was confused but as he flipped though the papers Bruce gave him, it became too clear. "He's obsessed with you and will do anything to keep you. Your entire apartment is bugged, I managed to shut down the system so we could talk. You're not safe here."

Jason was going to be sick. The man he once called father wished he knew how to comfort someone. "There was enough evidence in his room to lock him away, but I need you to press charges."

He was pushed away. "And tell them what exactly?" The former Robin screamed hysterically "That I got raped by a sixteen-year-old?"

Bruce's eyes widened in horror at the news, he was too late. "Jason, it's-"

His son cut him off "And what's going to happen once the police start poking around? You think they won't find out who we really are? I use a crate of ammo as a fucking coffee table for God's sake! And who the fuck's going to buy that some kid just happened to get his hands on surveillance gear that the military can't even touch!" Bruce grabbed him and forced him into a bear hug.

His son screamed and cried in his arms until he no longer could. When the noise died down to a whimper, he said "It's not your fault."

The former Robin wiped a tear from his eyes with the back of his hand. "I could have stopped it, I should have known something was wrong when-" He offered and Bruce shook his head. "He drugged you once, it's likely he did it again. There was no way you could have known."

Jason clenched his eyes shut, he hated the lack of control. Tim forced him to take something he didn't want and made him like it. His mind reveled in torturing him with memories of the boy's body and mouth, despising the way he responded to it. He couldn't blame it on a drug. "Please, I just want it to go away."

Bruce grabbed his arm, and pleaded "There are programs that will help you get though this, Alfred and I will be with you every step of the way. No one will dispute that you're the victim here."

"This is a big deal, I…I need some time to process all of this, okay?"

He let go of the former Robin and nodded. "I understand." Jason made a motion to return the phone, but he refused. "Keep it close to you. Call and I will answer." He said half as a warning and the other half as reassurance.

Jason watched him leave.

…

Tim was taking a break from class and making a list of jewelry stores to go to. It was less of a hassle to look at rings when the store was closed. He knew it was very early in the relationship to be thinking of something like that, but he couldn't resist. It was a lot of fun and he had plenty of time to pick the perfect one.

It was difficult deciding what metal to use; gold, white gold, platinum, or silver? They all seemed too plain for his boyfriend. He did own some stainless steel jewelry, the teen mused. Tim made a note to use the bat-computer later to research exotic space-metals when he heard his cell ring. "Hello?" He asked.

"Tim? It's me Jason…"

The teen's heart leapt in his chest and he was glad no one could hear him in the corner of the library. "Can you get out of class early? I have to see you." He blushed red at his lover's words. It wasn't even noon and his boyfriend was already desperate to have him.

He bit his lip to keep from squeaking in joy. "How soon do you want me?" Tim teased, having far too much fun with this game.

"Now" He commanded in a husky growl that left the teen utterly weak.

Tim started packing his things so fast he almost forgot to write down the address.

…

The meeting place was luxurious hotel on the east side. The place wasn't new to Robin as it was proud of their outstanding customer service, legal or no. As he made himself at home in the lobby, he wondered how many customers knew of the shady things that went on behind closed doors. Prostitution was the main thing, with any taste or fetish within easy reach and for the right fee they would even dispose of the corpse.

He gave the receptionist a fake name and was given a key in return.

The teen walked into their room, shyly noting the single bed. He was happy Jason had gotten over his hang-ups. There were deep red sheets on the bed and the room was decorated in white and gold.

His boyfriend was waiting for him dressed as the Red Hood, sitting at the foot of the bed with his legs spread wide. "Do you have your Robin outfit?" He asked.

"Uh huh" Tim said dumbly, entranced at finally being able to touch his body armor and tight jeans. He could feel him smirk behind the helmet and he told him to put it on.

He watched the teen strip in front of him, his expression was unreadable. Tim watched his reflection in red Plexiglas as he gave him a show. The shirt was pulled over his head tantalizingly slow, with his jeans the next to go.

Jason could see that the boy was enjoying being ordered around, and a sadistic part of him wanted to see how far he would go.

The teen's hands ran over his bare thighs, drawing attention to his own need. He silently asked to be touched.

Not until he was dressed.

Tim pouted, but reached for the tights anyway. Green spandex soon hugged his legs like a second skin, holding his hips like a lover.

Armor hid the boy's pale chest and the older man didn't know how to react to the Robin symbol on his chest.

Gloves…Boots…Mask…

The gold belt containing his weapons was last. It snapped into place and the teen was ready for his reward.

A snap gave way and he was suddenly staring down the barrel of a gun. Tim neither moved nor flinched at the idea of his boyfriend splattering his brains all over the walls. He was however, disappointed at the lack of sex. "Tease" He grumbled.

The handgun was cocked and Jason growled in anger. "You installed cameras in my apartment, you watched me shower, you lied to me, and you raped me. Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you."

The teen didn't respond, instead he waited expectantly for him to pull the trigger.

This was very, very odd. He wanted him to fight back, that's why he had him put his armor on. There was no begging, no crying, nothing. This wasn't how it was supposed to be happening.

The teen fully accepted that he was going to be killed by his boyfriend and was perfectly fine with it. This was the same blind devotion like at the fair. "Why aren't you fighting back?" He asked, trying to understand.

Tim thought his reason was very simple: Red Hood only kills bad people, so if Jason kills him, he must have deserved it. "I… understand your decision." He responded, depression creeping into his voice.

The teen cheered up with idea that if they were breaking up, Jason would be saving him the trouble of committing suicide. "I would've liked to have spent more time with you though." He said with a forced smile. I didn't even find a ring yet.

[jayandtimtherapy]

First post.

Um. 

So. 

We have to do this for therapy? I guess? 

Dick is a fuckin' asshole who just wants to read about our suffering.

I tend to agree. 

Anyway, after being trapped under a building for 2 days Jason and I uh... require psychological assistance after becoming co-dependant. 

Aka, we have to be touching always or we both have freak outs. Which I don't mind at al--

Get you hand off my leg or I will break your fingers Todd.

Touchy, touchy. Or not touchy. 

Well, we have to "record" our therapy progress and thought and feelings about being in this position. 

What position, we're sitting by the computer? 

I may just change the password.