FIC: Little Lonely Boy with Hot Chocolate
Yay~ An update~ It’s really freaking short, but I wanted to get something out. :3
Soooo. Yeah. Enjoy. Because I certainly have no idea where I’m going with this.
Title: Little Lonely Boy - Chapter 2
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Eventual Jason/Tim
Rating: PG
Warnings: Little!Tim, angst, language
The hot chocolate is delicious, as always. Jason would move back in just so he could get some of this on a regular basis.
Hell, he’d come back just for Alfred.
But he doesn’t.
Jason is looking at Tim over the rim of him mug. The boy has barely drunk any of his and is instead staring into it like it holds all the answers to the universe.
“What’s up, kid? Never had hot chocolate before?”
Tim jumps just a bit at the sudden sound and turns to look up at Jason. “Ah, yes. I have.”
“Then what the fuck is wrong?”
Tim looks into his lap, twisting his fingers together, “I just… Miss Mac is the only one who makes it for me. And she only uses a powder.”
Jason smirks, “Yeah, that shit doesn’t exist in this kitchen.”
“Mr. Pennyworth does seem to be rather… genuine in his endeavors of cooking.” Tim smiles a tiny little baby bird smile into his mug.
“Please, Master Timothy. Do call me Alfred.” Alfred is suddenly back in the room, something draped across an arm. “I assure you that I do not mind.”
Tim’s nod is hesitant, but it’s acknowledging.
“What’cha got there, Alf?”
“Clothes, Master Jason,” and Alfred holds up some of what must be Dick’s old clothes. He was never that small.
Jason looks down at Tim and how the fuck hadn’t he noticed that he was only wearing a too-big-for-him-now shirt? Apparently his clothes didn’t shrink with him.
Tim seems to fully realize this now, too, because his posture just turned even more defensive, as if he were trying to hide himself and his lack of proper clothing. Alfred hands the boy the clothes and points him to the next room that he can change in. He jogs away, leaving Alfred and Jason alone.
Alfred picks up Tim’s mug and sets about reheating the cooling contents.
“Alf.”
“Yes, Master Jason?”
“…Do you know what he was working on?”
Alfred turns and gives him this look that means “I know that wasn’t the question you were going to ask but I’ll accept it for now.” He looks away and Jason gives a mental sigh of relief, “I do not know the details, but he had recently confiscated an artifact of some sort from a new, aspiring villain.”
“So of course he was playing with it.”
“Indeed.” Alfred pours the chocolate back into the mug and a few seconds later Tim walks back into the room.
The blue shirt is a little too large, the collar seeming to try and slip off of one shoulder and the sleeves covering his arms past his thumbs. The slacks were obviously too big, considering the way that belt was cinched and the legs were rolled up.
He looks fucking adorable.
And Jason tries to wipe that from his mind.
He distracts himself by shaking his mug at Alfred, silently pleading for more hot chocolate. Meanwhile, Tim is climbing back onto his seat and looking down at his own mostly full mug.
He just starts sipping it again when Dick walks in. The man freezes and stares at Jason. He notices that Tim freezes as well; doing that thing that makes him look even smaller.
Jason sighs and takes his filled mug from Alfred, “Why are you just standing there, idiot?”
“What are you doing here, Jason?” Dick is glaring at him now.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Dick can’t see Tim because he’s on the other side of Jason. And he’s, like 3 times Tim’s size, so he’s an effective wall.
He tries not to twitch when Tim leans ever-so-slightly closer to him.
Dick looks suspicious, and really he can’t blame the guy, “Jason-“
“Master Richard, perhaps you should sit down. I will warm you up some hot chocolate as well.” Alfred goes to do so, knowing that he will do as he says. Dick moves closer to the counter and he knows the moment he notices Tim.
“Who-“ Tim turns a bit to look at Dick, whose eyes widen. “T-Tim?” Suddenly Dick is right in front of Tim and Tim tenses, looking ready to spring from his seat. Dick stops, arms in mid-air probably for a hug or something, “Tim, what happened?”
Tim is staring at Dick in surprise and trepidation. So Jason speaks up for him, “A little mishap with an ancient artifact or something like that.”
Dick glares at Jason, “Jay-“
“No, Dick. I didn’t do anything. I just found him in the cave like this.”
“You-“ Dick sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Alright. Tim?”
“Yes, sir?”
Dick blinks. And blinks again. And then frowns, “Tim… Do… Do you not remember?”
Tim starts playing with the cuff of one of his sleeves, “I… Have been informed that I have apparently been reverted, by something, and have come out as my 6-year-old self. I… The last thing I remember is going to bed after having dinner with Miss Mac.”
There’s a kind of strangled noise and Jason watches the conflicting emotions flash through Dick’s eyes. He clears his throat, “Tim, my name is Richard Grayson.”
Tim’s eyes widen, “Gray-“ Tim’s gone even paler and Jason hadn’t even known that was possible. “You- I was- I’m so sorry.”
Dick smiles at the miniaturized Tim, “It’s alright. I get better and I get a new family. You become part of my family.”
Tim blinks, “I… I do?”
“Uh huh.” Dick leans in and hugs Tim, ignoring the way the boy tenses up. “It’ll all be okay, Timmy. I promise.”
He buries his face into Dick’s shirt and lets the tall man hug him. Jason feels like he should leave, but when he looks down, a small hand is gripping his jacket.
Fuck.
Soooo. Yeah. Enjoy. Because I certainly have no idea where I’m going with this.
Title: Little Lonely Boy - Chapter 2
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Eventual Jason/Tim
Rating: PG
Warnings: Little!Tim, angst, language
The hot chocolate is delicious, as always. Jason would move back in just so he could get some of this on a regular basis.
Hell, he’d come back just for Alfred.
But he doesn’t.
Jason is looking at Tim over the rim of him mug. The boy has barely drunk any of his and is instead staring into it like it holds all the answers to the universe.
“What’s up, kid? Never had hot chocolate before?”
Tim jumps just a bit at the sudden sound and turns to look up at Jason. “Ah, yes. I have.”
“Then what the fuck is wrong?”
Tim looks into his lap, twisting his fingers together, “I just… Miss Mac is the only one who makes it for me. And she only uses a powder.”
Jason smirks, “Yeah, that shit doesn’t exist in this kitchen.”
“Mr. Pennyworth does seem to be rather… genuine in his endeavors of cooking.” Tim smiles a tiny little baby bird smile into his mug.
“Please, Master Timothy. Do call me Alfred.” Alfred is suddenly back in the room, something draped across an arm. “I assure you that I do not mind.”
Tim’s nod is hesitant, but it’s acknowledging.
“What’cha got there, Alf?”
“Clothes, Master Jason,” and Alfred holds up some of what must be Dick’s old clothes. He was never that small.
Jason looks down at Tim and how the fuck hadn’t he noticed that he was only wearing a too-big-for-him-now shirt? Apparently his clothes didn’t shrink with him.
Tim seems to fully realize this now, too, because his posture just turned even more defensive, as if he were trying to hide himself and his lack of proper clothing. Alfred hands the boy the clothes and points him to the next room that he can change in. He jogs away, leaving Alfred and Jason alone.
Alfred picks up Tim’s mug and sets about reheating the cooling contents.
“Alf.”
“Yes, Master Jason?”
“…Do you know what he was working on?”
Alfred turns and gives him this look that means “I know that wasn’t the question you were going to ask but I’ll accept it for now.” He looks away and Jason gives a mental sigh of relief, “I do not know the details, but he had recently confiscated an artifact of some sort from a new, aspiring villain.”
“So of course he was playing with it.”
“Indeed.” Alfred pours the chocolate back into the mug and a few seconds later Tim walks back into the room.
The blue shirt is a little too large, the collar seeming to try and slip off of one shoulder and the sleeves covering his arms past his thumbs. The slacks were obviously too big, considering the way that belt was cinched and the legs were rolled up.
He looks fucking adorable.
And Jason tries to wipe that from his mind.
He distracts himself by shaking his mug at Alfred, silently pleading for more hot chocolate. Meanwhile, Tim is climbing back onto his seat and looking down at his own mostly full mug.
He just starts sipping it again when Dick walks in. The man freezes and stares at Jason. He notices that Tim freezes as well; doing that thing that makes him look even smaller.
Jason sighs and takes his filled mug from Alfred, “Why are you just standing there, idiot?”
“What are you doing here, Jason?” Dick is glaring at him now.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Dick can’t see Tim because he’s on the other side of Jason. And he’s, like 3 times Tim’s size, so he’s an effective wall.
He tries not to twitch when Tim leans ever-so-slightly closer to him.
Dick looks suspicious, and really he can’t blame the guy, “Jason-“
“Master Richard, perhaps you should sit down. I will warm you up some hot chocolate as well.” Alfred goes to do so, knowing that he will do as he says. Dick moves closer to the counter and he knows the moment he notices Tim.
“Who-“ Tim turns a bit to look at Dick, whose eyes widen. “T-Tim?” Suddenly Dick is right in front of Tim and Tim tenses, looking ready to spring from his seat. Dick stops, arms in mid-air probably for a hug or something, “Tim, what happened?”
Tim is staring at Dick in surprise and trepidation. So Jason speaks up for him, “A little mishap with an ancient artifact or something like that.”
Dick glares at Jason, “Jay-“
“No, Dick. I didn’t do anything. I just found him in the cave like this.”
“You-“ Dick sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Alright. Tim?”
“Yes, sir?”
Dick blinks. And blinks again. And then frowns, “Tim… Do… Do you not remember?”
Tim starts playing with the cuff of one of his sleeves, “I… Have been informed that I have apparently been reverted, by something, and have come out as my 6-year-old self. I… The last thing I remember is going to bed after having dinner with Miss Mac.”
There’s a kind of strangled noise and Jason watches the conflicting emotions flash through Dick’s eyes. He clears his throat, “Tim, my name is Richard Grayson.”
Tim’s eyes widen, “Gray-“ Tim’s gone even paler and Jason hadn’t even known that was possible. “You- I was- I’m so sorry.”
Dick smiles at the miniaturized Tim, “It’s alright. I get better and I get a new family. You become part of my family.”
Tim blinks, “I… I do?”
“Uh huh.” Dick leans in and hugs Tim, ignoring the way the boy tenses up. “It’ll all be okay, Timmy. I promise.”
He buries his face into Dick’s shirt and lets the tall man hug him. Jason feels like he should leave, but when he looks down, a small hand is gripping his jacket.
Fuck.