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18 Triple Red Drabbles

Pairing: Roy/Jason/Tim Rating: PG13

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001. Evidence "What makes you think I have a boyfriend?" Tim says, waving his hand at Roy and Jason to get the fuck out of the room so he can lie to Dick without feeling guilty. "I don't have time for a relationship. Besides, you know – all justice, no romance."

Dick gives him this long-suffering look, "And yet, there are hickies all over your neck."

Tim opens his mouth to argue that, then pinches the bridge of his nose. Dick raises an eyebrow.

"You're going to go yell at them, aren't you?"

"Yes. Yes, I am." I told them not to leave marks. I have a meeting tomorrow. An early morning meeting. "I'm going to have to call you back."

Roy grimaces, shoves at Jason, "Get off – and no, you didn't miss it. It's just starting now – "

The two rearrange themselves on the bed, exchanging manic grins when the TV announces the next guest on the show – "And now, Timothy Wayne – the young media sensation, who's recent photographs with not one, but two unidentified men have splashed the tabloids for weeks."

The camera cuts to Tim who has his I'm in control of my feelings of homicidal rage, but not for long look on his face.

"On a scale of one to red lantern core," Roy begins, "How pissed do you think he'll be that the interviewers lied to him about the subject of the show?"

"Considering that he's supposed to be talking about W.E.'s latest gadget, and not the fact that he's involved in the hottest threesome to ever exist? I'm gonna say this is a solid Attrocious."

003. Funeral "You're the only person I know who can make a casket look sexy." Roy declares as he helps Tim out of said casket. "Like, damn."

Jason is pointedly looking everywhere but the casket. "Can we hurry the fuck up, already?"

Tim rolls his eyes, "I got the info we needed, now let's get out of here before someone calls the police for attempted grave robbing."

004. Puppy love "No, Dick, you don't get to laugh – no, shut up, god, Jason is right, you're such a tool." Tim has the phone trapped between his ear and his shoulder, under one arm he has Roy – who's been turned into a corgi, a happy, smiling corgi – and with his other hand he's got a firm grip on Jason's collar – the german shepherd is clearly finding this all, highly amusing.

"Can I get pictures?" Dick sounds ridiculously excited about the fact that his brother and best friend were turned into dogs. "Oh my god, does Roy waddle?"

"Dick, this is actually a serious problem." Tim says, giving up and letting Jason run loose in their apartment, setting Roy down after him. "And yes, Roy does waddle."

005. Gloves Tim leans into Jason's touch, mischievous when he bites the man's thumb. Jason grins, "Now, that's gotta taste like shit, baby bird."

"Yeah," Roy agrees, mouth warm against Jason's neck, "You don't know where the hell that glove's been."

Tim smiles, even as he presses his tongue against the leather, scraping his teeth over the digit, "Oh, but don't I? Who is it that does maintenance on your equipment?"

006. Blackboard "You could not be more obvious if you tattooed it on your face." Jason declares, dropping himself in Roy's lap. "Like, jesus, grow a pair and ask us out already, Harper. Or you know, fuck us. Whichever."

Tim drapes himself over both of them, head dropping on Roy's shoulder, "We were beginning to think that you weren't interested and that we were reading into things wrong. Shame on you for making us doubt our observational skills."

"Yeah, baby bird thought he was broken or something, like his detective skills failed him and that he was bringing dishonor to the family or some bullshit." Jason snorts, starts undoing Roy's shirt, even as Roy chokes on his own spit and attempts to move, get out of this tangle of limbs, something. "Dick had to explain the idea of shame to him, it was hilarious as fuck. I got it on tape."

Roy yelps when he feels teeth on the skin of his neck, Tim breathes against his skin – "Shut up, Jason. I wasn't the one who was panicking over the age difference and whether or not I was eighteen or twenty one."

"Hey, you spend some time dead and you try to figure out how statutory rape laws work, dick-face."

007. Muse "This is the part where you thank me, you ungrateful little shits." Jason says, dragging Tim out of the water by the scruff of his neck, "The next time you go off gallivanting – "

Tim snorts, even though he's shivering so hard that he can't actually stand straight. Roy rolls his eyes and drapes a blanket over Tim's shoulders.

" – with your dumbfuck friends, I'm going to put a fucking GPS tracker on you or something, jesus."

"It's not Superboy's fault that I fell, I did tell him to drop me."

Roy raises an eyebrow, "You told Superboy to drop you in the middle of the Atlantic ocean?"

"Well, at the time we were over an airship – it was only after the airship blew up as it was rapidly loosing altitude that I jump off and into the water. Trust me, I had this planned out and everything."

"You been taking planning lessons from bird lately? Because this sounds like the kind of bullshit he'd pull."

"I was inspired by some of his more…inventive stunts, yes."

Roy resists the urge to face-palm. Jason throws his hands into the air – "Idiots. Everyone. Everyone."

008. Magic When they move together, it feels – it should feel weird. It should be uncomfortable and clumsy, awkward. It isn't. It's Jason's mouth and Tim's legs and Roy's hands. It's the skimming breath over Roy's shoulder ,and the dig of nails over the small of Tim's back, the press of teeth against Jason's lips.

It's Tim's black getting-long-hair between their fingers, Jason's green-blue-what-color-are-they-really eyes that are half lidded and laughing, and the glimmer of Roy's teeth as he lets out a small-deep-moving-laugh.

It's the three of them moving together, falling into each other and into place.

009. Clean "You cleaned." Tim stares at their apartment, bag dropping to the floor as he stares, and stares. "You cleaned."

Roy and Jason exchange amused and mildly confused looks, before shrugging. "Got bored."

"You got bored." Tim repeats, "So you cleaned."

"Did the groceries, too." Roy adds in, "I think we scandalized one of the workers when Jason slipped his hand into my pocket."

"In my defense, those pants make your ass look great."

"You cleaned." Tim raises a hand to his forehead. "Holy god. I think I'm having an out of body experience. The apartment is clean and for once I didn't have to do anything to get it in that state."

010. Secret "Are you mad?" Tim says, cautiously edging towards the giant mass of brood, "Because – I'm going to say it now, even if you are, I'm not going to break up with either of them."

Bruce just sighs, casts a look towards the ceiling, this expression of pure what is my life on his face before he squeezes Tim's shoulder.

"As long as you're safe, Tim. As long as you're safe." Bruce grimaces. "Just…erase the footage when you're done."

Tim blanches, nods. "Yeah, I'll do that."

011. Superstition "Is this revenge?" Jason asks as he steadies the camera, Roy holds the hissing cat in his arms, tries to wrestle it into an obnoxious sweater. "Because, dude. You looked pretty cute as a corgi, not gonna lie, and the sweater was really adorable on you."

"Shut up." Roy says, wincing when Tim – now a cat – digs his claws into his forearm. "This is totally revenge. Keep the camera steady, I'm going to put this all over youtube and it'll be an internet sensation."

Jason sighs, flinches when Tim yowls, and literally claws his way out of Roy's arms and zips past them to hide somewhere. "I'll get the neosporin. Go make sure he doesn't try to claw his way into the drywall again, it was a bitch getting him down from the ceiling."

012. Fantasy "I have died and gone to heaven." Roy says, "I lived a good life and you two are my reward."

"Don't objectify me." Jason says, looking mildly offended, "And how the hell do you live a good life? You're a dick face."

Tim looks serene, for the most part. But Roy thinks that's because he's doing that thing where he shuts down all emotion and thinks violent, violent thoughts on the inside.

"But seriously. You're normally a pretty good looking dude. But you look really, obnoxiously hot in a suit."

"I know." Jason flashes his teeth, flicks one of Tim's earrings. "And baby bird looks good in a gaff and falsies."

"I will break your balls." Tim sighs, voice slightly dreamy as his eyes glaze over. "I will break you. I will rip it off and set it on fire."

013. Test "I'll have you know that I was a perfect student." Jason says, sulking when Tim kicks him out of their room. "I could totally help you with your homework."

Roy rolls his eyes, "Yes, but we all know that you'd probably end up doing his homework instead of helping because you're crazy like that. And Tim is obsessive over the things he turns in, and if it isn't one hundred percent his he'll pitch himself out a window trying to debate with his internal moral compass."

"You'd think that someone who has no qualms with using seduction as an information technique wouldn't have a problem with borrowing some ideas."

014. Tease "Are you kidding me." Jason deadpans, sprawled on top of Roy. "You are actually kidding me, baby bird, get your naked ass over here."

"No."

"Tim." Roy reaches out and manages to touch Tim's hip before Tim scoots further away on the bed, idly paging through something and giggling. "What are you even reading?"

"Cosmopolitan sex tips." Tim answers, snorting before bursting out into giggles and tipping over onto his side, curling up into a small ball of hysterical laughter. "Oh god, I can't breathe."

015. Storm Tim breezes in, throws something at Roy's face, and then he's out again. Roy blinks, looks down at the T-shirt Tim threw at him. It's black with the words Kick ass baby, I got yo flower.

Ten seconds later Jason comes in from their office, a black shirt in his hands that says the same thing on it, and a slightly confused look on his face.

"Do you have any idea what this is?" Jason says, when he sees that Roy has the same thing in his hands. "Because Tim sort of just shoved this in my face and was gone like the fucking wind."

Roy shrugs, and doesn't really think about it until Tim comes back, twenty minutes later and brandishes a shirt in their faces – Bitch, what'd you say about me? Hold my flower!

016. Strawberries Jason and Tim are whispering to each other, throwing glances at Roy every now and then, before turning back to the laptop screen. Somewhere around the fourth time this happens, Roy gets annoyed and asks – "What? What the hell are you two talking about?"

The two exchange a look and smile. It's highly unnerving.

"We were just wondering." Roy raises an eyebrow. "We were curious as to how far your freckles go."

Roy lets a grin slide over his face as he stalks towards the two, "Well, why don't you two find out?"

017. Weapon If there is something that Roy has learned while around Jason and Tim, it's this: anything and everything is a weapon. No exceptions.

Paperclips, cell phones, nail polish bottles, earphones, stuffed animals, condoms, paper plates, socks. Everything.

And that includes sexuality.

Tim bats his eyelashes, all soft lines and mysterious androgynous features. And Jason smiles, slow and hot like liquid, strong angles and sharp, slightly delicate and aristocratic features.

Roy curls an arm around their waists, pulls them close and laughs.

"You two are incorrigible."

"You're one to talk," Jason says, sliding his hand into Roy's back pocket. "Mr. Biceps."

"As if you haven't been subtly trying to project onto us all night." Tim leans in until their sides are pressed, flush, together. "Don't worry. We like it. Possessive is a good look on you."

018. Beach "I think I'm going to die." Jason gasps, dazed as he stares at the ceiling. "How many suicides was that?"

"Not enough, apparently." Roy wheezes, collapsing on top of him, "Jesus." Jason whines -

"You're hot and sticky and heavy and not in any of the fun ways. Get off." Jason would move him, but his entire body is currently holding some sort of protest or rebellion. "Where the hell is Tim?"

They both groan when a third weight drops on top of them. "You sound like a beached whale."

"I feel so flattered." Roy says, chin digging into Jason's sternum. "Off, runt."

There's a thud, and Jason turns his head to see Tim sprawled on the floor next to him, eyes closed, hair plastered to his skin.

"Next time," Jason says, reaching his pinky out to press against Tim's hip. "We ditch when Bruce says he has a training exercise for us to try."

"Agreed."

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