#jaytimweek2017

[batreyn]

Reporter: (in the background) And in other news, we are into Day 5 of Gotham being terrorized by this heatwave. We have received multiple reports and videos of fried eggs on the sidewalks from our viewers!

Tim: (tapping away on his laptop) Who is this "Heatwave" and why hasn't Batman stopped him from egging the sidewalks? Dastardly villain...

Jason: ...

Jason: When was the last time you went to bed?

[jaykore]

JayTimWeek Summer 2k17 Day 5:  Road Trip // Island Vacation 

I absolutely couldn’t pass up the oppurtunity to draw Jay like this for @sociallyawkwardfoxwriter‘s lovely FIC Please read and shower with love!

So... even though on it’s own it’s not very ‘roadtrippy’, you can still enjoy Jason the Hutt Slayer’s thighs right... that is indeed a thing you can do ; )  

[redrobinfection]

Jump the Gun

JayTim Week 2017 - Day 6 Lifeguard | “Water Guns”

Water Gun Fight || Silly || Batfam Shenanigans || ~800 words || Ao3

“Tim. Babybird.” Jason raised both hands, palms out, voice low and soothing. “Put down the gun.”

“DON’T YOU DARE MOVE, YOU SON OF A BAT, I WILL SHOOT YOU IN THE FACE.”

Jason winced and lowered his stance. “Tim. Timbo. I know you’re scared. I know this shit gets to you but don’t do anything you know I wouldn-”

“I SAID DON’T MOVE, DAMMIT. DON’T. FLIPPING. MOVE!”

Jason froze from where he’d been leaning forward, where he’d been mentally preparing himself to leap forward to grab the gun out of the other man’s hands. He began the motions to soothe again just as a cheery “Tiiiiimmmy” floated from around the corner. Jason whipped his head toward the alarming sound. He didn’t even have a chance to turn back before Tim pulled the trigger.

“Tiiiimmm- ah, man, you already got Jason?” Dick chirped cheerily, winking at the soaked man in question. Tim switched the sights of his exaggeratedly large super-soaker to point steadily at Dick’s stupidly-pretty face. Jason sincerely hoped Tim’s aim was as unfaltering for Golden Boy as it had been for him.

“Fuck you, Dick. What made you think any of this would be fun?” Jason groused as Tim and Dick squared off in a Mexican standoff. Jason could almost swear Tim had stopped blinking by this point.

In a flurried rush, Dick flew at Tim, barely dodging a frantic burst of water to wrap both arms and legs around the smaller man. Dick pointed his quaint water pistol at Tim’s temple and gave it a light drizzling, almost as an afterthought to the deathgrip hug. Dick ignored the muffled wails of protest as he slowly crushed his younger brother under the literal weight of his affection.

“Ah, man, Jaybird, I thought gun fights were your jam? And what’s better on a hot day than soak each other senseless until we prune?”

Jason frowned as Tim’s struggles became quieter and quieter, wordlessly pointing to Tim until Dick realized the pressing issue and released his love-strangled captive. Tim collapsed to the ground, grumbling moodily to his super-soaker as he hugged it futilely to his chest.

“I can think of plenty of things, Dickiebird, most of them beginning with the letter ‘A’ and ending with the letter 'C’.”

“Actually,” Tim coughed from the ground, “that would end with 'g’, but regardless I wholeheartedly agr-” he tried to say at the same time that Dick said “Ahhh, Jay, don’t be such a sore loser, I’m sure you’ll win the nex-” but both their responses were cut off by a deafening “GRAAAAAAYYYSSSOOOOON.”

As a little ball of fury Jason could only assume was the super-saiyan mode of a particularly pissed off Damian grappled with Dick in a surprising cloud of dust - how they managed to kick up dust with how Alfred oversaw the management and upkeep of the grounds was beyond him - Jason made his way over to the sad puddle of Tim and worked on standing him up again.

“Come on, Timbo, get up. We’ll get Dick next time. That’s why I wanted us to work together in the first place, babybird.”

Tim made a non-committal sound but let himself be pulled to his feet anyway. He was in the middle of brushing blades of grass and stray leaves off his body when suddenly he froze, prompting Jason to turn to follow his gaze.

“Holy flying fizz balls…”

Dick and Damian paused their struggle long enough to catch sight of Bruce - soaked to the skin and one side plastered with mud from head to toe - approaching with an empty expression.

“She’s coming,” Bruce said in dead tone. “And she doesn’t care if you’ve been hit in this round yet or not. Run now while you still can.”

Damian’s muttered question of “who” was cut off by a shrill shriek that clearly had to have come from Steph and not a moment later a wide-eyed Cass came streaking silently across the lawn, flew up the steps of the veranda and scrambled up into the eaves of the house.

“Babs, it’s gotta be Babs” Tim muttered at the same time Jason cursed and Dick and Damian flew apart as if they’d been burned. A cackle drifted towards them over the lawn. Like a shot, everyone ran in opposite directions.

They wouldn’t hold out long, Jason found himself thinking as he forcibly shoved Tim into a corner of the house, behind a shrubbery, and covered him with his body. With any luck, maybe Tim could get off a shot while Jason took the brunt of it with his body, but they sure as hell weren’t going to give up without a fight. After all, gun fights were his jam.

[r-misa]

JayTim Week: summer edition 2017 Day 4: Beach/ Car Wash (?!) My drawings aren't very perfect, I'm very sorry >< I hate this drawing! It’s so wrong… If I upload this drawing is because I spent a lot of time: it's the first time I drawing a car and I’m not very good with the background. I hope one day to do it again.

[chibinightowl]

Day 2: Sunburn

"It burns, precious. It burns us!!"

"Okay. First, that's a really good Smeagol impersonation you've got goin' on there. Second, sit your fucking ass down so I can smear this aloe shit all over you."

"Jaaaayyyy..."

"I know it hurts, Tim, but you're the dumbass who fell asleep by the pool and forgot to put sunblock on."

"Ow. Geez, your bedside manner sucks."

"Says the man with the sunburn. By the way, nice tan lines. Your ass is still lily white."

"You like my ass."

"If it was burned too, would you want me to kiss it all better?"

"Is that even a question?"

[onehaleofanadventure]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage Category: M/M Fandoms: Red Hood and the Outlaws, Red Robin, DC Comics Relationship: Tim Drake/Jason Todd

Summary:  Popsicles and beach bonfires don't really mix. Some people enjoy the resulting mess more than others.

Some days, Tim wishes he was a Wayne, he stays with them enough since his parents are always gone. The maid at Drake Manor isn’t bad or anything, but she is definitely no Alfred.

Ever since his parents found out about Bruce adopting Dick, and then Jason, they asked him to keep an eye on Tim while they were gone. It was weird at first, with Dick being five years older, but they ended up being really close. Then Jay came along. And well, they’re close. Just in a… different way.

Tim being close to the Wayne’s is how he ended up here. On the beach. At night. Crowding with a bunch of people he doesn’t know or like. Around a bonfire. In August. Come on Dick, it’s too hot for that!

However, Dick is happy with this fiasco, so everyone else is happy. Well, mostly. Jay is kind of annoyed, complaining about Dick being every end-of-summer movie cliché ever; after Tim shows Jay the cooler with the secret stash of—made from real-fruit, thanks Alf!—popsicles Tim brought, he is in a much better mood.

The popsicles, though, they are the real problem here.

---

Jason hates marshmallow. Hates them. They too sweet. And sticky and messy. And basically just fluffed up sugar. Zero nutritional value. No one should be allowed to eat them, no one!

Dick, on the other hand, loves marshmallows. Also, because he is completely cliché in everything, he demands that everyone eat smores at his graduating/last-harrah beach bonfire—it’s a campfire Jason—shindig.

So when Tim silently nudges a cooler closer to him, he’s not really interested. That is, until Tim opens said cooler and digs out one of Alfred’s famous real-fruit Strawberry and Banana popsicles. After that, he’s pretty much ready to kiss Tim.

Not that Tim would let him. Tim isn’t ready for the whole coming out thing. As in, coming out that he’s dating Jason. Everyone already knows that Tim is hella bisexual.

---

Tim has regrets. All the regrets. Every single choice he has made up until this moment in his life.

He can feel the throbbing in his temples getting worse by the second. The oncoming headache is no surprise considering he’s spent the last hour—at least!—glaring at everyone. Seriously, everyone. Except Jay.

Stupid, beautiful, perfect Jay. Who doesn’t realize that everyone in the surrounding vicinity is leering at him. Almost full on drooling over him.

It’s disgusting. And unacceptable. Jason is his, damnit. Even if these people don’t know that.

Tim is a strategist, has a plan for every outcome. So, he really should’ve seen this coming. This being, popsicles on a beach in the summer, next to a fire, are going to melt. And quickly.

Jason, for his part, is far too intent on his popsicle to really care about anything else.

About twenty minutes ago, after the first popsicle had melted too much and slipped from the stick, Jason had taken his shirt off, making a face at the wet spot on it, and showing everyone those gorgeous abs.

Tim is pretty sure the girl sitting next to him had actually swooned when Jason twisted around to drop the shirt, showing off all his rippling muscles.

Tim internally groans as Jay licks another trail of popsicle juice from his elbow up to his wrist. Some of the people around watching shift a little, obviously thinking about something other than a healthy frozen treat.

---

This is stupid, Tim isn’t a jealous person. He has no right—no reason to want—to punch stupid Gary or whatever-the-hell-his-name-is in the face when he dares to grab Jason's shoulder as he’s sitting down next to him.

Nor, should Tim want to kill him for wrapping his arm around Jason’s shoulder as they laugh about who knows what.

Point is, Tim and Jason have been dating for years! Actual years; two of them. Tim is confident in their relationship.

It was, after all, Tim's idea not to go public. He didn’t think the media was ready for one of the Wayne heirs to be openly gay and dating the obvious, but not technically openly, bisexual Drake heir. There would be a lot of rude comments and questions. So many people would try to play it off as teenage curiosity.

But that’s not true. Tim knows that he loves Jason and wants to be with him, preferably forever. He also knows that Jason loves him, forever. That no one else has a chance with either of them.

That doesn’t mean Tim isn’t about one popsicle away from marching over there are kissing Jason breathless and blushing. Staking his claim for everyone to see.

Jay finally finished his popsicle and when he doesn’t reach for another, Tim breathes a sigh of relief—everyone else pouts about their show being over.

Seeing Jay lie down in the sand is acceptably less teasing, even if it does cause his shorts the slide a little higher up, showing off his fantastic thighs. Fewer people seem interested in staring at those, though.

---

Tim is going to murder Roy. Then, he’s going to murder Dick for inviting Roy.

Roy, who is sitting very close to Jason—who is blushing so bright—and telling him just how pornographic he looked sitting over here with no shirt and juice dripping all over the place.

Tim doesn’t care anymore. Doesn’t care what he said or why it’s important. Jason is his!

He gets up, rocky slightly in the soft sand, and stalks passed the two logs—actual logs because Dick is extra—to where Jason and Roy are sitting. He doesn’t say anything, and knows Jason will tease him mercilessly about the caveman act later. He reaches a hand out to Jason, who turned away from Roy when Tim walked up. Once Tim has Jason's hand in his, he pulls the larger boy up, and right into a deep, deep kiss. Tim keeps going, and going until Jason pulls back to breathe, panting and flushed all the way to his chest.

Distantly, he hears Roy’s “Told ya I could get him to do it!” shouted.

He also hears Dick's exasperated groan, followed by, “Timmy, you’re the one with self-control.”

It doesn’t matter. Because all he cares about right now is the small, genuine smile—the one that crinkles his blue-green eyes at the corner, the one that is only for Tim—lighting up Jay's face.

[write-my-dreams]

Day 6: Lifeguards

Title: The Hot Lifeguard

Author: write-my-dreams

Pairing: JayTim, past KonTim

Genre: AU

Summary: Steph brings Tim to Gotham's hottest waterpark for a day of fun after Tim is dumped by Kon and tries to set him up with the hot lifeguard at the Lazy River.

Read it at Ao3

Tim swam to the edge of the pool with Steph. “That was amazing.” He grinned at her. “So we’ve done the wave pool, the Tunnel of Love, the obstacle course, and now the Cliff Dive Slide. What’s our next stop?” He asked as they walked up the stairs.

“Hm…” Steph scanned the waterpark. She turned then gasped and spun Tim around. “The Lazy River. Look at how hot the lifeguard is! Dark hair, chiseled abs, looks a couple years older than us. He’s absolutely gorgeous!”

Tim followed his best friend’s stare. The lifeguard was quite handsome. The shock of white in his jet black hair gave him an air of intrigue and those muscles… wow. He must live in the gym to maintain those. “He is. He’s got a pretty boring job today though. There isn’t much for him to do here except stop kids from trying to go against the current or squeeze in two to a tube.” Unless someone had a seizure, the chances of anyone risking drowning in the Lazy River were low. Exceptionally so. Tim would have to look up statistics later.

“True.” Steph grinned as she grabbed his arm. “I know what we’re doing next. We’re going to float down the Lazy River.” She dragged Tim towards the tube rack to collect a new inner tube for each of them. “And you’re going to say hi to the hot lifeguard because you, my friend, need a date. You need to move on and stop thinking about your ex!”

Tim flushed. “What if he’s straight?”

“Then I’ll flirt with him.” Steph gave Hot Lifeguard another appraising look.

Tim considered pointing out that asking out a lifeguard or any other service worker only worked in porn or rom coms. Having two seventeen-year-olds flirt with him would probably have Hot Lifeguard laughing to his friends after he got off his shift. Saying so would just make Steph insist he was making excuses though. Then she’d push him to try. “Fine.” Tim knew from experience that it was best to go along with her once she set her mind to something. He stepped down into the water to climb into his bright yellow inner tube. He got settled in and waited for Steph to join him in hers. As they floated closer to Hot Lifeguard’s chair he realized there was something familiar about this boy. Where had he seen him before? “I think I know him,” he muttered to Steph.

“From where?”

Tim frowned and sneaked another glance. Then it hit him. “Gymnastics.”

Steph grinned. “So you two have a common interest then. Now smile and say hi.”

“I will after we finish the river.” Tim wanted to make sure his initial assessment was correct. Steph was bolder than he was. She wouldn’t be embarrassed about flirting with a complete stranger. Tim would rather throw himself into the nearest pool than do so. “I think I’ve seen him somewhere else too.”

Steph cocked her head. “Now that you say that, I know the feeling. His hair is distinctive. Plus it’d be hard to forget a face that pretty or a chest that chiseled.” She was quiet as she contemplated where they’d both seen Hot Lifeguard. Her eyes lit up just as Tim made the same connection.

“Penny Books!” They said in unison. Then laughed.

“This is the first time I’ve seen him shirtless so it took me a bit to recognize him.” Steph flipped her wet braid over her shoulder. “If I didn’t see him in the bookstore so often I’d think he was a bad boy with the leather jacket he’s always wearing.”

“I have a leather jacket. That doesn’t make me a bad boy.”

Steph patted his hand. “Tim, I say this as your best friend: you couldn’t be a bad boy if your life depended on it.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Who said I wanted to be one?”

Steph laughed. “Anyway, back to Hot Lifeguard. He’s handsome, well read, and goes to Wayne’s Gym too. He could be the perfect guy for you to get over Kon.” Steph took his hand to squeeze it. “I just want you to be happy again, Tim. I know how much it hurt when he left you for Cassie. And I realize I’m pushing this pretty hard so if you want to just enjoy a fun day at the waterpark then I’ll stop.” She smiled and gave his hand another squeeze.

Tim winced at the memory of that heartbreak. “Thanks, Steph. I appreciate that you’re trying to help me move on with my life. So… I will talk to him, but if he shoots me down then you owe me dinner. And the rest of our day has to be romance free.” She was his best friend after all. Best friends were supposed to be supportive and want the best for you.

That said, Steph’s encouragement didn’t make it easy to walk up to the lifeguard after getting out of the Lazy River. Tim was conscious of his smaller frame. He’d never been one to bulk up with exercise. His body was hard muscle and lean lines. What if Hot Lifeguard thought he was some scrawny little nerd?

Blue-green eyes met his. Shit, this guy was even hotter up close. “Can I help you?”

Deep breath, Tim. Don’t choke or stare at his abs. “My friend and I are trying to think of where we’ve seen you before. Are you a student at Wayne’s Gym too?” Tim asked. Impressive! He hadn’t stammered, ogled, or sounded like he was some kind of creep. Good thing he hadn’t mentioned seeing the lifeguard at Penny Books too.

Hot Lifeguard grinned. “You’ve seen me at Wayne’s Gym. I’m not a student though. My brother teaches there, so I come by to take him to lunch or visit. Name’s Jason. And you are?”

“Tim,” he replied. “Tim Drake. What’s your brother’s name? I probably know him too. I’ve been coming to Wayne’s Gym since I was four.” Thirteen years of gymnastics had given him a career and a chance to compete in the next Olympic games, provided he scored one of the coveted slots.

“Pretty sure you know my brother,” Jason said dryly. “Dick Grayson-Wayne.”

Tim stared at Jason. “I definitely know the owner’s son. I didn’t know you were part of Bruce’s family too.” He was supposed to be the smart, analytical one. How had he been unaware that Bruce had a son besides Dick until now?

Jason shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. I prefer to stay out of the limelight. By the way,” he smirked at Tim, “next time you and your girlfriend come to Penny Books stop by and say hi. I might even buy a pretty boy like you a coffee if you’re interested.”

Tim blushed. “Steph isn’t my girlfriend. She’s like my sister. And, um, are you going to be there Sunday afternoon? Around 2:00? I can stop by after practice. Just me though, unless you have an equally attractive friend who likes blonde girls who switched to taekwondo from gymnastics.” He loved Steph, really he did, but he didn’t need her as a chaperone.

Jason looked over his shoulder to give Steph an appraising look. “That depends on her. Does she like girls?”

“We’re both bisexual,” Tim replied.

“Tell the lady she’s welcome to join if she’s interested in meeting a sweet, shy girl named Cass. She’s my adopted sister and an amazing ballerina. Hang on a moment.” Jason got up from his chair to separate two teenagers stirring up a commotion near the entrance to the Lazy River. Tim stayed rooted to the spot until he returned. “I need to get back to work. See you on Sunday, Tim.” He winked at Tim then kissed his cheek. “Table by the fire at 2:00. Don’t be late.”

“I won’t,” Tim said. “Steph will be there too. I think she’d enjoy meeting your sister.” Cass must also be similar to Jason in that she enjoyed staying out of Bruce’s spotlight.

Jason grinned. “Good. See you on Sunday.”

Tim hoped he didn’t look like a starry eyed fanboy as he watched Jason walk away. He spun around to face a beaming Steph. “I have a date on Sunday. So do you if you’re interested in meeting his ballerina sister. I already said you’d be there so…” he trailed off and fiddled with his hair.

Steph’s eyes widened. “Wow. I love ballet! What’s her name? Wait, what’s his name and what time is our date? Where is it?”

“That was Jason. His sister’s name is Cass, short for Cassandra I presume. Jason and Cass Wayne,” he added.

“…When did Bruce adopt two more kids?” Steph asked.

Tim shrugged helplessly. “I really don’t know. I guess we’ll find out at our date. Which is 2:00 on Penny Books. Jason said he’ll have a table by the fire.”

Steph linked arms with him. “Looks like we have a double date then. I’ll pick you up after practice on Sunday and then we can walk over to Penny Books together.” She grinned at Tim. “So we both have dates on Sunday. Now we’re going to ride the Lovecraft Laybrinth!” She tugged him towards the enormous track of waterslides that ejected screaming people in groups of two to four to a tube at a constant rate.

“I’ll hold your hand if you get scared,” Tim teased.

Steph gave him a withering look. “You’re no knight in shining armor, buddy. You’re the one who hides behind me in haunted houses.” She swapped their single tubes for a double at the base of Lovecraft Labyrinth then got in line.

Tim didn’t have a suitable comeback to that. So he settled for debating how a match between Cthulhu and Godzilla would turn out.

“Cthulhu would annihilate him,” Steph replied.

“Maybe. But Godzilla has radiation on his side.” Tim watched a tube with three girls sail by, their arms up in the air and shrieking. This would definitely be interesting.

[jaytimweek]

JAYTIM WEEK: SUMMER EDITION PROMPTS

JayTim Week :: Summer Edition :: July 24 - 30, 2017

Day 1:  Heatwave // Carnival 

Day 2:  Sunburn // Summer Job

Day 3:  Popsicles // Campfire 

Day 4:  Beach // Car Wash 

Day 5:  Road Trip // Island Vacation

Day 6:  Lifeguard // Water Guns

Day 7:  Gotham Tourist Season //  Fireworks 

Thank you to all who voted for this year’s JayTim Week: Summer Edition! Similar to the most recent event week, we have assigned two prompts for each day -- feel free to choose one or incorporate both into your creative works.

We’ll be sending out reminders leading up to JayTim Week: Summer Edition, and we’re looking forward to all of your amazing submissions! The official tag for posts is #jaytimweeksum2017 or #jaytimweek2017 or #jaytimweek

Be sure to check out the RULES, and of course, if you have any questions, feel free to send them our way!