Hey guys I’ve put together a list of links to each fic I did for Red Challenge. Thank you to everyone who has liked or reblogged any of the stories I have done, it really does mean a lot! :D
Summary: Tim couldn’t understand why Kon happened to be ‘passing by’ and then gets even more confused when Kon takes him onto the roof of Wayne Manor just to see a sunset.
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“How did I know that you’d be down here?”
Tim turns away from the computer and spins around to face whomever was speaking. He frowns when he sees Kon walking down the steps into the cave and was heading towards him.
He rolls his eyes when he sees Kon’s exasperated look and turns back to the computer screen to resume his typing. He could hear Kon quickly approaching and wasn’t surprised when strong arms wrap around his shoulders and as a steady weight was added to the back of his chair. Tim simply ignores him and carries on with the report he was working on.
“Tim…” Kon whines into his ear moments later after not getting any attention.
Tim shivers but carries on typing, “Kon what you doing here? I thought you were in San Francisco.”
He feels the meta shrug, “I was, but I happened to be passing by and decided to drop in and say hello.”
Tim stops typing in order to give Kon a funny look. Gotham was no way near San Fran, he couldn’t have been ‘passing by’ unless he really went out of his way to take an indirect route back to Kanas which means he came to Gotham for a specific reason other than to ‘say hello’.
Deciding to not question it Tim reaches up to grip one of Kon’s forearms, he gives it a squeeze before going back to typing. “Well hi then.”
Kon kisses the top of his head, “Hello.”
That makes Tim grin, it’s just so stupid and simple. They stay like that for a while, with Kon simply watching Tim type up his report while hugging him from behind. Tim allows him to stay, finding that having Kon there was quite comforting and warming.
While it was nice Tim couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Kon’s eagerness when he finally stops typing almost 20 minutes later.
“You done?”
He saves his work in multiple areas before glancing up at him, “Yes I’m done. Now what was the real reason for this drop in? We were going to be seeing each other next week anyway.”
“I wanted to show you something.” Kon says finally letting go of his shoulders. Before Tim could question him, the meta was grabbing his hand and hauling him out of the computer chair and towards the steps leading back up to the Manor. Tim stumbles for a moment, his legs having gone dead from being sat down for hours, before he gets his footing and follows behind an excited Kon up the staircase.
With no explanation Kon leads them through the house all the way to the back garden. Once outside he stops them from moving and wraps his arms around Tim’s waist. Instinctively Tim reaches up and wraps his arms around Kon’s neck, they always hold one another like this if they go flying at all and sure enough Kon takes them up into the air before settling them down on Wayne Manor roof.
Tim looks around expectantly but doesn’t find anything out of the ordinary. The only thing that really caught his attention was the sunset in the distance and how it’s making the sky go a mixture of reds, oranges, blues, purples and pinks, it was nice to see but it was anything too special. Overall he has no idea what Kon was up to or why. “Okay this is great and everything but why bring me up onto the roof. What did you want to show me?”
“Because I wanted to get you outside, I’ve heard that you’ve been in the cave all day. There was an anonymous voice mail left on my phone telling me to get your ass out of the cave for a couple of hours and by the colourful language that was laced within that message I’m guessing that it was Jason but that’s not the point!”
Tim raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms, “So getting me out at night was your solution.”
Kon rolls his eyes, “Well jeeze Tim we can’t all be perfect. You’re out of the cave and that’s what matters.”
“Right…” Tim draws out, still not fully understanding the reasoning behind their current situation. He looks around again and notices how the colours in the sky are already starting to change, they’re beginning to get darker with each passing second as night-time approaches. “Was it the sunset you wanted to show me?”
His boyfriend nods and gives him a look that implies ‘duh you moron’ and looks away from him to the sunset in the distance. “It’s great isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it’s truly wonderful.” Tim deadpans. He wasn’t really interested in the sunset so he couldn’t exactly be excited about it.
His answer makes Kon frown at him, he’s then throwing his arms up in the air and gesturing around him, “Dude, just appreciate mother nature every now and again. It isn’t everyday you get to see things like this.”
“No it isn’t.” Tim agrees looking once again at the colours that’s painted the sky that evening. It is amazing on what mother nature can create when you really think about it. There really is nothing else you can compare it to but Tim still couldn’t get the reasoning behind Kon’s motivations at this moment of time.
Kon sighs in defeat and walks over to him, he slings an arm around Tim’s shoulders. “Whatever man, it’s understandable that you don’t see the real beauty of mother nature when all you do is operate in the darkness and nothing else.”
Tim rolls his eyes and smacks him for that comment, though he has to fight the smile that’s threatening to break out on his face.
“At least it’ll be a nice day tomorrow because you know what they say, red sky at night shepherd’s delight-”
“Red sky in the morning shepherd’s warning.” Tim finishes off automatically. He stops himself from rolling his eyes this time as Kon grins at him. He wraps his arms around Kon and gives him a pat on the back, “Come on big guy, while mother nature is very interesting and all there’s a whole lot more interesting things we could be doing in my bedroom.”
There was no way Kon could miss what he was hinting at and it shows when his boyfriend raises an eyebrow and as a devious smirk stretches across his lips. “Oh yeah? How about you show me these interesting things then huh?”
“I’ll be more than happy too once you get us there.” Tim says with his own devious smirk. Perhaps tonight’s confusion was all worth it if this is how it’s going to end up. Maybe Kon should ‘pass by or drop in’ more often, he certainly wouldn’t complain anymore.
Summary: Jason’s got a new bike and all Tim wants to do is add new upgrades to it but Jason wasn’t having any of it.
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“Tim for the last time, no.”
“But why? I could honest to god do so many upgrades to it, it’d be awesome!”
“Because I don’t want any upgrades done to my bike. I just want a simple, regular bike to use when I go around as a civilian, I don’t want all your fancy-pants upgrades.”
Behind him Jason hears Tim let out an annoyed huff and he rolls his eyes at his brother. Tim’s been pestering him about adding upgrades to his new bike since he had found out that Jason had brought a new one after his old one got crushed by a falling building (a villain had smashed through an apartment building where his bike happened to be parked next to at the time.)
Despite his answer of no, Tim would not give up in trying to convince Jason to let him do the upgrades to this new one.
“Just think about it Jason,” the kid was still following behind him as he made his way to the Batcave where said bike was currently parked, “Think about all the possibilities we could do to this bike. It’d be awesome.”
As they descend the stairs leading into the cave Jason has to remind himself that lashing out and punching Tim wouldn’t actually solve anything no matter how much he wants it to. They reach the bottom and Tim was still rambling on about all the different concepts he wants to do to his bike and he continues to ramble on like an excited kid at Christmas until they reach the vehicle itself.
“Jason, have you been listening?”
“Nope.” He bluntly answers. There’s no point lying to him about it, he had switched off to Tim’s ramblings as soon as he started them. The huff of annoyance he gets from his brother makes it worth it. It’s always a joy annoying Tim.
“You’re insufferable.” He mutters.
Jason hums in answer, there’s no point in denying that either.
“Look Tim,” he says now glaring at the smaller boy, “There’s only one thing that I want done to my bike and that one thing will be done by me and only me.”
They stand there in the garage section of the cave staring at the shiny, sleek looking black metal that was Jason’s new bike. So far Jason’s only rode it once and that was getting it back to the cave after picking it up from its previous owner, from then it’s simply been sat in the cave waiting for its next moment to shine.
“What’s that then?” Tim asks frowning.
Jason says nothing as he points over to a box tucked out the way against the wall. Letting his curiosity get the better of him Tim wonders over to the box and peers inside of it. Jason watches as Tim studies what’s in the box and as he raises an eyebrow over at Jason in question. Tim then bends down and grabs something from inside of it and lifts it out before giving Jason a bland look, “Really?”
Jason grins as Tim shakes the can of paint that he was now holding. “Yep, all I want to do is give it a coat of red paint.”
“Of course you do.” Tim sighs as he drops the can back into the box.
Jason walks over to his brother and throws an arm around his shoulders. “She’s going to be a beauty Tim, just and wait and see.”
Summary: When Tam finds out that Tim had come into WE sick, she doesn’t take any of his bullshit and immediately sends him home.
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Tim lets out a groan as he feels the pounding in his head come back. He thought he had gotten rid of it just half an hour before, but obviously the pain killers he had taken must have already worn off.
Looking away from the laptop’s screen in front of him Tim buries his head in his arms. He feels like crap. His head was pounding, his nose was blocked which was making it difficult to breathe, his chest felt tight and all of his limbs were aching.
He was not well, not well at all. A cold or even the flu was really wiping him out this time all because of his stupid immune system not working right because he doesn’t have a spleen because of a certain immortal asshole.
Well, maybe his own lack of skills in self-preservation wasn’t helping either but that wasn’t the point.
He hasn’t even gone out on patrol since he’s been feeling like this over three days ago. The headaches and the way his muscles were aching just wasn’t worth him pushing himself to go out, while he feels bad for not patrolling he knows that it’s the right choice. On the other hand he’s pushed himself to come to WE today because there were things that he really needed to address and catch up on. When he left his apartment that morning he still felt like shit but it was better than what he’s feeling right now.
“Tim, you okay?”
Tim snaps his head up from his arms at the sound of his name. He blinks multiple times trying to clear his vision from where it’s gone blurry to see who had entered his office uninvited. He sends them a scowl before realising who it actually was.
“Tam, what have I told you about knocking?”
Opposite him Tam gives him an unimpressed look and crosses her arms. His assistant glares at him as she speaks, “Tim, I did knock. Four times in fact, you didn’t answer so I just let myself in.”
Tim frowns, he didn’t hear her knocking. It takes him a moment but then he realises that actually the pounding in his head may have actually been her knocking. That would make sense.
“Oh,” he lets out. He turns back to his laptop which has now gone dark, wiggling the mouse to wake it back up he glances at Tam, making sure to not make eye contact with her. “What can I help you with?”
Tam doesn’t say anything, instead she walks up to the desk and slaps some paper down onto his desk before walking around it so she’s standing right next to him. Tim very pointedly keeps his head turned away from her as she carries on staring at him. It was almost intimidating having her glaring at him like that as she looms over him in the chair.
“Timothy…” She drawls out very slowly.
Tim cringes at the tone and still refuses to look at her. That’s when one of her hands appear in his vision and forcefully turn his head around to face her. He cringes even further when he finally meets her eyes. Even through the cloud that’s seemed to have fogged his mind up Tim knows he’s in trouble.
“You’re sick.” It wasn’t a question.
Tim swallows thickly, “No?” He tries.
“Nice try mister.” Tam scowls at him, she lets go of his face and continues to study him. “God Tim you look awful. You’re really pale and even your eyes are red.” She reaches forward and places a hand on his forehead, “Well you’re not warm so that’s something. Now why are you even here? You should be at home, resting.”
Tim slaps her hand away before letting out a groan as he buries his face back in his arms. “Because I have things to do here Tam! I can’t just be at home doing nothing!”
He feels one of her hands on his back and as it starts a rubbing motion. “You’re just making yourself feel worse by forcing yourself to do things. You’re old enough now to know that.”
“Well I guess it’s just habit by now. I feel like shit but I’ve got to push through it.” Tim says pushing himself back up. Tam’s hand falls away from his back and when he looks up at her once again he finds her expression much softer than before.
“Tim, go home and get some rest. You’re not needed here today alright. There’s no meetings, no urgent business, no contracts to secure at the moment so you are allowed some time off if you’re feeling bad.”
“But Tam…”
Her strict tone was back, “Don’t ‘but Tam’ me. For once you are going to put your body first and give what it needs, which is rest. Now go home.”
Tim stares up at her feeling betrayed. Deep down he knows she’s right, but he isn’t admitting that out loud anytime soon. Knowing that he’s been defeated, he lets out a sigh and turns back to his computer, this time actually shutting it down.
“Call me if anything does come up?” He asks her.
Tam smiles and steps away from him, allowing him the room to get up from his chair. His muscles protest against the action but he holds out, not wanting to collapse back in the chair in front of Tam.
“Of course. Now get out of here. I’ll cover all your bases, don’t worry Tim, everything will be fine.”
“Uh-huh.”
Tim takes his time in getting his stuff together before looking at his assistant once again. Tam motions to the door and Tim stumbles towards it, giving her a glare as he leaves his office. Secretly he’s glad to be getting away but that doesn’t ease his mind on how much work there is still to do, but for once he’ll actually listen to someone and give himself a chance to rest.
Summary: While Jon panics over the current loss of his partner in crime, Tim and Kon unhelpfully debate what kind of fish Damian should be.
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"Conner! Conner!"
The sudden shout has both Tim and Kon jumping. They knock their heads together and let out a hiss. Kon's hiss was more in shock and Tim's was more in pain, he could already feel the knot forming on the side of his head from where the half Kryptonian bashed it. They had been making out on top of Kon's bed when the sudden shout had separated them.
"Conner! Conner!"
Tim and Kon share a look as they hear Jon yelling for his brother. The shouts seemed to be in panic so getting over themselves they pull away from one another and quickly make their way down to the living room of Kent Farm.
They find Jon pacing the length of the room. He looked a bit frazzled, his hair was all over the place, he had his Superboy suit on which was covered in rips, grime and even blood. What was the strangest thing about this scene was what he was holding in his hands. Jon was holding what appeared to be a fish bowl with a single fish in it.
Tim and Conner share another look, both of them saying what the fuck? to each other. They turn back to Jon when he starts screaming again. "Conner! Conner!"
Conner moves away from Tim and approaches his brother. "Alright Jonno, knock it off with the shouting. I have super hearing if you don't remember. You're going to give me a headache at this rate."
Jon stops his shouting and instantly spins to face Conner, his expression was wild and panicked. "I don't know what to do!"
Conner sends a look over his shoulder at Tim in question and all Tim could do was shrug. He has no idea on what the baby super wants or what has happened. All he can guess is that it's something to do with the fishbowl he's holding and the lonesome fish inside of it.
Reaching out, Conner places a steadying hand on Jon to help and try to calm him down. "Take a breath Jon and tell me what's wrong."
The newest Superboy takes a deep breath and looks up at Conner with fear filled eyes. "I don't know what to do!" He repeats a second time.
"Okay I get that. But I can't help you until you help me okay? Now tell me what happened?"
"Uh, I don't know, one second me and Damian were fighting this woman and then next there was this flash of white light and suddenly Damian was gone. The lady we were fighting also disappeared but I searched and scanned everywhere for Damian and I couldn't find him but then I found this fish and the fish bowl in the exact place Damian had last been in. I think it’s Damian but I have no idea-”
“Jon.”
“-because it makes sense if it is Damian because Damian disappears and then suddenly this fish shows up-”
“Jonno.”
“-but then there’s the possibility that it can’t actually be him and then that would be a problem because-”
“JON!”
Jon startles at Conner’s sudden shout and almost drops the fish bowl in his hands, but at least he finally stops talking. Tim takes pity on him and reaches out to grab the bowl from the kid’s hands. Peering into the bowl Tim watches as the lonely fish swims in continuous circles around the area it’s trapped in.
He makes a humming noise, unable to keep the smile off his face. “So Damian got turned into a fish huh? I am never letting him live this one down.” He looks up and sees two pair eyes staring back at him, one with horror and the other with amusement. Tim looks back into the fish bowl and comments, “Well turning him into a red herring was certainly a strange choice, one of which I would have never even considered. If I was going to turn him into a fish I’d at least turn him into a piranha or even an angler fish, that’s more his personality.”
“Yeah but then he could still cause you harm, those are some evil fish, surely you’d want something that wouldn’t cause you any harm?” Kon comments looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
Tim draws back considering it. Kon did have a point there. “Okay good point. Fine, I’d turn him into a psychrolutes marcidus.”
Conner looks at him with confusion, “A what now?”
Tim rolls his eyes, “A blob fish. I’d turn Damian into a blob fish because those things are ugly. Not that Damian’s ugly, it’d just piss him off, so yeah I’d go with that.”
“GUYS!”
Both of them turn back to Jon who was looking at them with wide eyes, he then frantically gestures to the fishbowl in Tim’s hands.
“Damian is currently a fish! Can you please talk about what fish you would turn him into later on once he’s back to human!”
“Yeah okay, sorry. Don’t worry he’ll be fine. I’ll give Zatanna or even Doctor Fate a call and we’ll go from there. Though we probably should find some fish food for him or something in the meantime.” Tim tells him as he hands the fishbowl over to Kon before digging through his pockets looking for his phone.
He turns it on and brings up his contacts, he comes up to Zatanna’s name but doesn’t press it. He makes the quick decision of taking a few photos of the fish in the bowl first because he is never letting Damian live this down, but also at least he now has black mail, so when (not if) the demon spawn annoys him at a later stage he’ll just threaten to tell the rest of the family what had happened to him with photographic evidence.
He smirks as he goes back to his contacts and finally clicks Zatanna’s name, he’s finally got some good shit over Damian and he will not hesitate to use it.
Summary: When Tim gets home from patrol he finds Kon waiting for him. He’s not ready for the amount of mother-henning his boyfriend was about to do after finding out that he's been injured.
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"Tim?"
Tim freezes in place when he hears his name being called. He hadn't known that Kon was in, he thought the meta was still in Kanas. He wasn't supposed to visit Tim until the weekend, it was only Wednesday today (well, technically it was Thursday morning but who’s keeping track?)
He really needed Kon to not be there tonight. As much as he wanted to see his boyfriend, he didn't actually want his boyfriend seeing him.
It had been a rough night. Tim got sloppily and Two face managed to get the drop on him. After a fist fight that did not go well in Tim’s favour, he was pinned down to the ground with Two Face’s hands wrapped around his neck, successfully chocking him. Tim had struggled against the man but just couldn’t seem to get himself free, he had tried everything he could think of but as he was running out of oxygen he was simultaneously running out of options.
Before he fell unconscious, Red Hood had come to his rescue and dealt with Two Face while Tim recovered, he gasped in precious air and worked to get his breathing back under control. After the villain had been dealt with, Jason had gone over to him and checked him over. His brother's diagnosis had been that he's got some bruising around his neck and that it’s a little red but apart from that it seems like he’ll be alright.
Tim had thanked him for saving his life and reassured him that he'll be alright on his own for the rest of the night. After dealing with near suffocation Tim was calling it a night, so there was no need for Jason to hover around.
He leaves his brother to the rest of his patrol and heads back to his apartment he’d recently been staying in. He certainly hadn't planned for Kon to be at his apartment when he returned. As soon as his boyfriend finds out about what happened, he's going to go into over-protective mood and won't leave him alone. Tim thinks it's cute about how protective Kon can be but at the same time it's downright annoying. Tim can look after himself, he doesn't need anyone mother-henning him.
Tim looks over at Kon who was stood on the opposite side of the room looking at him with concern.
“Hey Kon.” Tim says, trying to keep his voice normal while his throat protested at the action, “What are you doing here?” God his voice sounded awful, it was sort of breathless and rough. If he wanted to fool Kon into thinking he was perfectly fine then he’s going to have a hard time doing so with his voice sounding like that.
Kon gives him a disappointed look and crosses his arms over his chest. The meta raises an eyebrow, “Really Tim? We’re going to play this game. I heard what happened, I wanted to come and check on you.”
Tim lets out an annoyed sigh and asks, “Jason?”
Kon nods once confirming it, “Jason.”
Tim frowns and looks away form his boyfriend to the plain boring wall. Damn his brother calling for Kon to come and check on him. He told him he’ll be fine!
“Tim please, don’t be like this.” Conner was then stepping towards him, when he gets in reaching distance he holds out his hand to him and waits.
Tim looks at the hand for a moment and sighs, this time in resignation, before reaching and grabbing it with his own. Kon softly smiles as he gently tugs him through the apartment and towards the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, Kon looks at his face for a long time before his eyes wonder down to his neck. Tim allows him to do his examination, there will be no getting out of it so it’ll be easier for both of them if he just cooperates and lets Kon do his thing. The meta is then stepping forward into his space and cups his chin, he carefully guides Tim’s head upwards so he could get a clearer view of his neck.
Minutes later Kon lets go of his chin and cups the side of his face, guiding it back down so they could look at each other properly.
“Your necks really red Tim, it’s certainly going to be bruised in the morning. How does it feel?”
Reaching up Tim covers Kon’s hand with one of his own, he shrugs in answer, “It’s not too bad.” His voice was still rough and it was a bit of a discomfort to talk but Kon didn’t need to know that.
Kon doesn’t look like he believes him but thankfully he lets that bit go, instead he addresses another thing. “Right well, while you get changed into your pyjamas, I’m going to make some hot chocolate and get some cream for your neck.”
“Kon you don’t need -”
Kon’s other hand slaps over his mouth and he sends Tim a glare. “Hush. I want to. Let me take care of you,” his glare softens as he quietly adds a “please” to the end of his sentence.
Seeing as Kon’s now turned on his puppy dog look Tim just couldn’t refuse. He could see his boyfriend’s concern for him all over his face and that’s enough to get him to give in. He sends Kon a small smile, “Okay, fine, you win.”
Kon’s puppy dog look immediately disappears and is replaced with a knowing grin, “Perfect.”
Before Tim could protest Kon was leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips, it takes him a moment to react but soon enough he was kissing back. However before he could deepen the kiss and take it even further Kon pulls away, still wearing that stupid smug grin of his. “I love you, but seriously go and get changed. I’ll sort everything else out.”
With that Kon leaves the bathroom and leaves Tim to his task. Clearly having no other choice, Tim does what he’s been told to and changes.
As he does so Tim thinks about the situation he’s now in, it may be a good thing that Kon is around to look after him (not that he needs a babysitter because he doesn’t) because then at least they get to spend some time together or on the other hand it could be a disaster because Tim may get very frustrated with the meta trying whom is trying mother-hen all the time. It could go one way or the other, so for now Tim will go with the flow and will just wait to see how the next couple of days turn out.
Summary: When no one has heard from Tim in several hours, Jason is sent to investigate his brother’s tracker location.
A/N: Please take care when reading, this contains hints towards rape/non-con. Nothing actually/explicitly happens but I wanted to warn people just in case they don’t want to read it.
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“Red? You in here?”
Jason peers around the warehouse he’s just busted in and looks for his little brother. The tracker he was following had lead him to the far side of Gotham’s docs, leading him into one of the abandoned warehouses scattered along the coast.
There was no response to his call, while that doesn’t surprise him it does make him frown.
“Anything Hood?” A voice spoke into his ear.
Reaching up to activate his side of the comms, Jason speaks back, “I’ve just arrived at the place his tracker is but I haven’t located him just yet. I’m ‘bout to scope the place out. I’ll let you know what I find.”
“Okay. Be careful.”
Inside his helmet Jason grins, “Always am.”
“Uh huh.” The voice disbelievingly says which makes him grin even more.
Jason turns his comm off and starts moving through the warehouse, silently looking for any signs of his brother. Tim had fallen off the radar about four hours ago. While at first no one was concerned because it wasn’t unusual for someone to drop off the grid for a short amount of time, they all quickly came to realise that this was a lot bigger than what it seemed to be.
After an hour of getting no response from Tim the family started to get concerned, it wasn’t until the second hour of radio silence had passed by that they started to look for him. When the third hour struck, Tim’s tracker came alive and gave them a guide to he was (or at least where his tracker was, whether Tim was there with it or not remained another story). Jason, being the closet to it, had the task of finding out what he could and relaying his findings back to the rest of the Bats.
After scooping out the whole floor level of the warehouse and finding absolutely nothing, Jason moves his search to the next floor up. Climbing the old crooked stairs he reaches the next floor of the warehouse and starts over.
The lay out was different to what downstairs was. While downstairs was one big open room, upstairs had separate rooms, almost like a house would. From the stairs he steps into what looks like the living room, there were a few old couches and an old TV placed in the middle of the room. From the living room area there were four more doors attached to the room.
Stepping into it he starts to investigate, however before he could fully invest into his inner detective he heard a shout. His head snaps in the direction of the sound and he starts to move towards it. A couple seconds go by before he could hear it again. Grabbing his gun from his holster Jason creeps towards one of the four doors. Going right up against it he listens in just to make sure it’s the right one.
“Hey! Knock it off you little brat!”
Oh yeah, that’s certainly the right door. Jason’s eyes narrow as he hears the shout. That doesn’t sound good. Stepping away from the door he straightens up and rolls his shoulders in preparation. Some assholes were about to get their asses handed to them.
Smashing his foot against the door, it flies open and Jason storms into the room. His sudden appearance startles those already in the room and Jason takes a moment to study what he’s stumbled across.
Four large, tattooed men were stood around in a circle, another two were kneeling on the floor. All of them surrounding something. Surrounding someone. Jason saw a lithe body pinned the two men kneeling on the floor, this body covered in a very familiar black and red pattern. Throughout his years on the streets, then as Robin, then as a crime lord and finally as an ally of Batman – Jason knows this scene too well and boy, he was not happy.
Jason sees red.
It’s like his mind just completely separates from his body. His body moves on it’s own, moving in a way it’s been trained to and he becomes an unstoppable machine. The six tattooed men don’t stand a chance against him, not after what he’s seen them trying to do.
Jason loses track of time, (hell he loses track of himself) so he has no idea how long had passed since he attacked the men trying to get at his brother. It wasn’t until a familiar voice was speaking out to him that he finally snaps back to himself.
“Hood stop it! It’s okay, they’re down you can stop! I’m fine, please! Jason!”
Jason spins and looks at the owner of the voice. Tim stood opposite him looking rather ruffled, his hand was on Jason’s bicep and was squeezing pretty hard. Breathing heavily Jason takes in the scene around him, there were blood splatters over the walls and floors, his gloves and suit was covered in bits of blood and the six men were unconscious (maybe even dead) at his feet.
Jason takes a step back and Tim releases his arm. That turns his attention to his brother. He looks just in time to see Tim straighten up his leggings, just in time to see the red hand prints on his hips. Jason feels his temper flare up again at the thought of those low lives getting their hands on his brother.
Tim seems to sense this and he puts his arms up in a placating gesture, talking quickly he says, “Jason I’m okay. They didn’t touch me alright. You got here just before anything happened.”
Jason stares at him, unsure on what to do or say. Tim seems to be okay, there’s no external injuries he could see but he knows that the kid is a fantastic actor. Looking okay and actually being okay are two entirely different things.
With no words Jason flings his arm out and wraps it around Tim’s shoulders, he brings the kid in close and hugs him. Tim doesn’t say anything, while he tenses at the sudden touch he does quickly relax in his hold and even wraps his own arms around Jason in return. They stand like that for a few minutes or so and Jason appreciates it. Knowing that Tim was now safe and semi-okay was enough to get him to calm down.
Resting his chin (despite the helmet) on top of Tim’s head he lets out a sigh and says, “We’ll be talking about this later just to let you know. There’s no escaping from explaining what the fuck happened alright.”
Tim nods, “Yeah I figured. I’m okay though, seriously. You got here before they actually did anything.”
Inside the helmet Jason sneers, “That’s not good enough. You shouldn’t be here at all and what if I hadn’t been here on time. What if I had been later, what if I didn’t come at all?”
Tim doesn’t say anything for a while, eventually though he gives Jason one last squeeze before pulling away. “Seriously Jay, let’s not worry about the what if’s. You’re here, you saved me, lets move on.”
Jason studies his brother for a moment. Knowing that the kid was right Jason snorts, “Alright kid, we’ll have it your way… for now. Once we reach the cave you’re talking whether you like it or not.”
A grin spreads across Tim’s face, “Of course. Now how about a race? Last one there has to clean the others equipment for the next month.”
Very well knowing that Tim is delaying the inevitable Jason allows it to happen. They’ll have their talk and everything once they’re back home. He isn’t letting this slide because he needs to make sure that Tim is in fact okay after everything that had just happened, as the older brother he figures it’s one of his duties to so.
A grin of his own takes over his face, “Alright kid you’re on.”
Summary: Dick should know by now that when Alfred tells him something, he really ought to listen.
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Alfred knew that it wouldn’t be long until one of the boys came wondering into the kitchen after he had finished making a new batch of cookies.
It was like they could sense them as soon as they come out of the oven and then they would make some excuse to come into the kitchen just so they could have a nose at what had been made. Granted there’s a lovely scent in the air of the freshly made cookies, but Alfred knows that they’ve all somehow developed a sixth sense when it comes to this sort of thing.
As soon as he had put the first batch of chocolate chip cookies on the side (still on the boiling hot pan) the eldest of his adoptive grandchildren came wondering in.
“Afternoon Master Dick, how are we today?”
The lad smiles brightly as he approaches him and the freshly baked goods. “I’m great Alf, how are you? It smells great in here, what have you been up too?”
Alfred smiles at the answer, feeling grateful for the chipper mood of the eldest. “I’ve taken liberty of making a fresh batch of cookies Master Dick. All you lads have been working hard, so I thought a small treat would be a good for you all.”
Dick leans over the cookies even further and Alfred certainly doesn’t miss the hungry look in his eyes. “Aw Alfred you shouldn’t have! If anyone deserves a treat from working hard, it’d be you.”
Dick’s words warm his heart. “Thank you Master Dick.”
Alfred moves away from the tray, he needs to start clearing up the dishes that had piled up. As he gets to the sink he turns the taps and puts in the washing up liquid. While waiting for enough water to fill the basin, Alfred speaks up, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you Master Dick. The pan and the cookies have just come out of the oven so they are still red hot.”
There’s a noise behind him as Dick jumps, Alfred’s words startling from his thoughts. Alfred grins to himself, it is a joy scaring his grandchildren.
“How did you know what I was going to do?”
Alfred doesn’t answer him. Instead he simply turns around and raises an eyebrow at the young man. Dick blinks at him for a moment before throwing his arms up in exasperation. “Right of course. You’re Alfred. You know everything, even more than Batman.”
“Indeed I do Master Dick.” Alfred says to him teasingly. He wasn’t going to deny it of course. He raised Batman from when he was in diapers, of course he’s going to know what his own grandchildren are thinking and what they’re about to do.
After giving Dick a warning, he turns back to the sink and stops the water. He plunges his hands into the hot water and begins to clean the dishes he had made. As he works he hears Dick still floating around behind him.
The two of them stay silent for some time as they do their individual things, though it wasn’t long until a yelp of pain and a curse breaks the silence.
“Ah, fuck!”
Alfred tuts disapprovingly, knowing exactly what had happened. “What did I just say Master Dick. This is why you should listen to me.”
Alfred turns around to find Dick fanning his mouth and a half broken cookie chucked on the side. There were tears forming in the young man’s eyes as he tries to beat away the heat.
The young man sends him a glare and all Alfred can do is not laugh at him. To be generous Alfred won’t even lecture him on for his choice in vocabulary, the burning sensation in his mouth is doing just the job of scolding him.
Alfred turns back to the sink to continue his task, over his shoulder he says, “Now Master Dick if you would be patient then tonight you will be able to eat the cookies once they have fully cooled down and enjoy them without scarring your mouth.”
There’s a sigh of defeat before Dick was talking again, sounding very much like he did when he was ten years old, “Sorry Alfred.”
“No need to apologise Master Dick, but while you are here would you mind helping me out and dry these dishes? That would be very much appreciated.”
