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They’re getting ready to go out for the evening, an almost nightly routine at this point. Tim is in the bathroom applying make up because it’s just one of those nights and Jason’s off in the other room doing whatever it is Jason does to get ready for a night of partying.

Staring at himself in the mirror, he can feel a frown tug at his face as he examines the reflection. There’s a noticeable difference from when he looked in the mirror a month ago, he can see the way his face has thinned. It’s nothing that make up can’t fix but regardless, Tim doesn’t like it. Sliding the tube of dark red lipstick twice over his bottom lips, he pulled back and pressed his lips together to smear the lipstick.

“Jay?” He’s staring at himself more intently now, insecurities rising in his chest. It’s evident he’s using, or maybe it isn’t and that’s just his paranoia speaking, he can’t tell at this point. “Am I still pretty?”

Tim finds himself fearing the answer and he wonders if maybe he should just leave this behind. Sober up, go back to school and take on the company that would have been left for him. He’s still living off his parents money, he’s thankful for that but also feels guilt over it, at least for now. They weren’t there for the majority of his life and at times, Tim believes that his parents owe him this. He figures it’s the only reason he hasn’t been cut off yet. 

It’s one of those nights where he wants to leave this life behind, it was fun when it first started out but it was starting to loose it’s glamour. He hadn’t mentioned this to Jason yet and frankly, he was a little scared too. 

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Thomas grumbled unhappily as he tapped the side of his helmet to pull up the time. Shit. It was a lot later than he expected. He was suppose to call in a few hours ago - a protocol that had been set up since he had started, just to let the others know he was okay and that his case was running longer than predicted.

This was suppose to be a simple illegal drug smuggling case, but ended up being a full blown kidnapping and hostage situation. Sure it was a lot more interesting, but it would still be better if his Uncle Dami wasn’t off doing whatever he was with the Justice League. It wouldn’t have taken him as long to do with his usual partner.

The hooded teen stiffened at the sound of someone landing behind him on the roof and he quickly turned around, prepared to defend himself if necessary. He blinked a few times when he spotted who it was.

“Er... hi?”

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“That wasn’t an challenge.” Thomas corrected, because he certainly did not want Jason getting any drunker. Because he was definitely already drunk. “You’re ridiculous.” He retorted, “And you’re slurring your words.”

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There’s something terrifying about being around Jason, it leaves him feeling on edge, always watching carefully like he can’t trust Jason. Frankly, Tim isn’t sure if he can trust him, he knows he shouldn’t yet he finds himself drawn to the man. Maybe it’s just part of his charm, there’s an undeniable pull but maybe that’s just Tim’s curiosity getting the best of him. 

He’s y o u n g, he’s s t u p i d and he can’t seem to pull himself from the older mans side. Tim isn’t even certain if this is what he really wants or if the mysteriousness of it draws him in.

It had been a careless mistake, just walking into the wrong club in the wrong part of town. A harmless mistake if it were any other club, clubs for the undead normally so carefully hidden for a reason. The living and the dead didn’t mingle very well and looking back on it, he wonders how he managed to get in there (and out alive.) Perhaps the bouncer got a kick out of some human kid walking so carefree into the club. Tim is just grateful it didn’t end in blood shed. 

It had been a month since that night and he had still managed to latch himself onto Jason’s side regardless if the man likes it or not. Staring up at Jason with those wide blue eyes, he shifted his weight from side to side before exhaling heavily “I want you to turn me.”

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There’s a scowl on Tim’s face as he stares at Jason. There is a screaming in his head telling him to stop but there’s an unstoppable force inside of him that tells him to make it b l o o d y. A little pay back for all the shit Jason has put him through.

Dragging the knife along Jason’s cheek bone he gives him a toothy smile. He almost wants to l a u g h to bring out a crowbar and make this as psychologically torturous as he can. Turn it into a game. There’s a part of him that can’t do it though, he can’t bring himself to stoop that low.

“Nobody is going to remember you,” Tim mutters softly as he nicks Jason’s cheek. He doesn’t make another move for a long moment. Just stops to stare at Jason, to look in his eyes and search them for whatever emotion’s he could find. Tim is almost admiring the other man. “Nobody is going to know that you’re dead.”

At this point, he really does have to kill Jason. It isn’t up for debate, he can’t risk Jason running off and telling Bruce about this. Tim is risking a lot for this but the thing about being a g e n i u s is that things like this are easier, he knows what to do to cover his tracks. After all, this was all premeditated, he knew exactly what he was doing and what he was going to be doing next. Nobody would find his body and nobody would know it was Tim. It made the risks go down exponentially. 

Plopping himself down in Jason’s lap, he leans in and presses a k i s s to Jason’s cheek, blood smearing over Tim’s lips and Jason’s cheek. The knife is back, dragging down along Jason’s jawline, digging in just enough to be felt. A fire burns in his stomach over the feeling of Jason wriggling beneath him.

“Who’s the pretty bird now?” His words are soft and they are s w e e t and they are taunting. There is that look in his eyes, that darkness that he just can’t shake. No matter how hard he covers up with sweetness, the darkness doesn’t fade from his eyes. However, there is a spark of pure e x c i t m e n t as he drags the serrated blade swiftly over Jason’s neck.