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Silent Waiting | Damian/Tim | PG | Ryssa asked for: Damian, massively and secretly in love with Tim, going through the process of waiting to get old enough to confess his feelings to his older not-brother. That way, he feels that a relationship with Tim would be socially acceptable.
Damian is silent as he watches Tim Drake.
He has to be.
Because he knows he can’t do anything else.
Not yet.
_
It’s not, actually, much of a trial to keep up pretenses. He enjoys arguing with Tim. The man is witty, sarcastic, and intelligent. He vastly enjoys their verbal spars.
He also enjoys it when Tim’s cheeks flush from anger.
He loves the feel of Tim’s body against his as they fight.
Every chance he gets to touch him is treasured.
_
Watching Tim fight is another of his favorite pastimes. Red Robin is vicious, strong, fast, and lethal. His movements are fluid and sure. His mind works at speeds faster than his opponents can even imagine. He moves like an assassin. A viper. A Bat.
He envies those who have trained and fought with him. Even his own father.
He wishes he could have seen Tim when he was younger.
To see what he was like before he came into this life.
He wants it.
He wants it so bad.
_
He’s 15, now.
Still too young.
Too young.
He curses. Time seems to pass so slowly.
The only thing that keeps him from just jumping the man is the task of keeping others away from Tim.
He can’t let anyone get in ahead of him.
Not before he’s had his chance.
_
When Damian wakes on his 18th birthday, he has everything planned out.
It’s hard to keep himself composed as he experiences another obligatory birthday party.
It’s not too bad. Dick is amusing as usual and Jason attempted to smuggle in alcohol.
He feels happy. When he looks over, Tim smiles softly at him and hands him a present. He opens it slowly, savoring every moment. It’s a simple, black-handled folding knife, large enough to fit in his palm comfortably.
The day passes and he never once puts down that knife.
When it ends, Damian manages to get Tim away into the library.
He thanks him for the knife and they discuss it for a bit, before Damian gives in.
He grabs Tim and pulls him into a kiss.
He’s old enough, now.
And Damian knows that Tim is worth the wait.
___
Bars and Embarrassing Brothers | Dick/Tim, Jason/Tim, Damian/Tim | PG-13 | K-chan asked for: Tim gets picked up at a bar. Your choice of by whom as long as it's one of the batboys. Bonus points if all three try to pick him up. Extra bonus points if they sort of argue over it. Triple bonus if he's undercover and they don't know it's him.
Tim sighs and uses a long, slender finger to draw pictures in the condensation of his glass. He runs it up and down the sides, gathering water and letting it drip down his skin.
He doesn’t understand why Barbara made him do this.
Sitting alone in a bar on a Friday night isn’t exactly unusual for a normal person, but it’s not something he usually does.
Especially dressed as a woman.
Tim sighs again and plays a bit with his extensions. Babs had way too much fun dressing him up. It was rather scary how prepared she had been. He shifts slightly in his seat.
She had been thorough, too.
So he’s sitting on a barstool with a glass of some fancy alcohol someone had bought for him. Sitting and wondering what the point is.
The bell above the door chimes and Tim glances up.
His heart jumps to his throat as he sees who it is. First enters Dick, followed by Jason and Damian. Dick and Jason are arguing while Damian casually scopes out the place.
Tim hopes to whatever higher being that they don’t notice him.
And Dick glances his way.
Scratch that. He prays that they don’t recognize him.
Dick skips over, positively beaming, and slides into the seat next to Tim, “Hi there, what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”
Fighting away the fear and embarrassment, Tim raises an eyebrow at the man, “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”
Suddenly there’s loud laughter coming from his left and Tim turns his head to see Jason clutching his stomach, “Oh man, Dick, you got rejected.”
Dick pouts, and Tim rolls his eyes and focuses on his drink again.
Suddenly Damian is between him and Dick, standing between the barstools and staring that the glass Tim has his hand wrapped around. “What are you drinking?”
Tim doesn’t really need to fake his surprise and confusion over the boy being there, “You brought a child to a bar?”
Damian glares up at him, “I am 14.”
Yeah, he knows. The brat has gotten taller, too, and Tim knows that in another year, Damian will have outgrown him. He narrows his eyes in return, “Still a child. Still too young to drink.” He turns his glare towards Dick, “Are you the one who brought him here?”
“Well, I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter,” Dick shrugs. “Our dad said he had to spend more time with us.”
Tim blinks, expression not changing, “So you went to a bar anyway?”
“Don’t worry, Princess, we’ll make sure he doesn’t drink anything.” Jason’s close and Tim can almost feel his body heat through the leather jacket.
“I’m not a princess,” Tim glares at Jason.
“You sure? Because you certainly look like one,” Jason winks and Tim rolls his eyes, turning himself to face the bar again, intent on ignoring the men around him.
“I’m sure my brother just means to say that you are very beautiful,” Dick’s smile is bright.
Tim suddenly feels extremely embarrassed but very thankful that they haven’t even realized he’s male. He bows his head a bit and fiddles with his glass.
“Aw, come on, Dick.” Jason groans.
“Shush. You just don’t know how to treat women right.”
“I so do!”
“Do not!”
The two of them start bickering and Tim pinches the bridge of his nose with the hand not around his drink. The drink he hasn’t even sipped because he doesn’t plan on tasting any of the possible drugs that might be in it. Even though he hasn’t left it unattended.
Maybe there’s such a thing as too much paranoia.
His attention is captured when Damian places a surprisingly gently hand on his shoulder. He looks up and the boy shrugs a bit, “I apologize for my idiotic siblings and their foolish behavior. Would you like an escort home? Because I don’t suggest you stay any longer in their presence, as it seems to decrease ones intelligence.”
One of Tim’s hands flies up to cover his mouth in attempt to muffle his embarrassingly girly giggles. The sound around him stops and he can feel at least three different stares. He ignores the ones he might be getting from other patrons. Giggling a couple more times, he finally removes his hand from his mouth.
That had been quite funny. He’s definitely going to cherish that memory.
Tim slides his glass away and picks up his little purse (Barbara is terrifying if you don’t do what she says). “I think I’ll take that advice, little one, though I can escort myself.” Tim slides off his stool and turns to face the three men staring at him, “Thanks.” And in a completely uncharacteristic move, but one that feels right at the time, he blows a kiss at them before turning and walking out of the bar.
He just hopes Barbara doesn’t show anyone the footage he’s sure she has.
____
The Feel of a Kitchen | ??/Tim | PG | reddragon666 asked for: Tim being domestic? You can do any pairing or just general
Tim is happy when Alfred decides to all Tim to use his kitchen. He was so nervous, asking that first time, but he’s so glad he did.
Sure, he could go to his apartment and cook there, but nothing beats the feeling of working in such a large, open space. It’s a quiet passion, one not many know of.
Ever since he was young, he liked cooking. Any time Ms Mac would let him help her cook was a little happy memory. Ever since then, he’s taken any chance to feel that way again.
The feeling of creating something delicious from just a few simple steps.
Tim flattens the plain white apron he’s wearing, adjusting it so that it covers the maximum area. Then he sets about gathering the pans and utensils he needs. He’s actually decided to bake today, so he gets out the ingredients for apple pie. It’s rather close to Christmas, after all. And the smell of cinnamon and apples are always a pleasant reminder of the holidays.
He immerses himself in the motions of baking, enjoying every moment.
Time passes, and eventually Tim has to put the pie in the oven. He bends down, relishing the feel of warm on his face, then puts in the dessert. Standing up, he runs into a broad chest.
Tim yelps and starts to move forward, but large arms wrap around his waist and lips press against his jaw line.
“I really like this side of you, Tim.”
____
Patrols and Mistakes | Jason/Tim, Damian | PG-13 | stormwind13 asked for: Jason/Tim + Damian. During patrol, Hush shows up and there are hugs at the end.
Patrol had been going rather smoothly tonight, even though Tim found himself having to patrol with the little demon child. It wasn’t too bad. They were mostly just glaring at each other often with the occasional snarky comment.
But then it all went to hell in a hand basket.
Tim had forgotten that Hush was out of jail.
He had forgotten.
Hush is not someone you should forget.
And Tim is paying for that now.
“I have no interest in this simple child. You, however…” Tim shudders and looks at Damian. The boy is being held by his throat with one of Hush’s huge hands. At least he’s conscious, though, but the hands that are scraping and scrambling against the fist are becoming lethargic.
Tim’s mind runs through plan after plan, discarding most of them.
“I just want you, Red Robin.”
Tim opens his mouth…
“Sorry, bub, he’s mine!” suddenly Jason is swooping in out of nowhere, his boot connecting with Hush’s arm. Hush yells in surprise and pain, dropping Damian and clutching his injured arm.
Tim runs over to Damian, picking him up while ignoring the sluggish punches the boy sends out, and checks him over while keeping half an eye on the two large men in front of them.
“Red Hood. You were being held up across town. How did you get here?”
Jason shrugs and smirks and Tim can imagine his eyes crinkling a bit behind his red domino. “I’m just that good.” Then he’s dashing forward to engage the villain in a fight.
Damian groans and Tim takes Jason’s distraction of Hush to thoroughly focus on the boy in his arms. “Don’t try to talk, Robin. He might have done serious damage to your throat.” Damian glares hard at him, but thankfully he doesn’t speak. Tim removes the cape so nothing is putting pressure on the Robin’s neck.
Looking up shows Jason about to go after a fleeing Hush and he knows that he shouldn’t do this, but he speaks, “Jay...”
It’s barely a whisper, but Jason hears it. The man freezes and his hands twitch a bit, obviously debating what to do. But he turns and strides over to Tim and Damian.
Once he’s kneeling across from Tim, he growls, “What happened, babybird?”
“I…” Tim sighs, “I apologize. It’s my fault. I forgot that Hush was on the loose and I miscalculated what he wanted and-“
Jason shuts him up with a hand on his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. Tim blushes, mostly because he’s doing this right above Damian. He pulls back and looks down, only to find the boy has fallen asleep in Tim’s arms.
“Aw, that’s so fucking cute,” Jason smirks and mimes taking a picture.
Tim just rolls his eyes, “Just… help me get him to the cave.”
“Sure, babybird,” Tim allows another kiss, but stops the next by raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s get your brat to Alfred.”
“Thank you,” Tim stands and adjusts his grip on Damian. Arms wrap around his waist from behind and he feels Jason press a kiss to his cheek.
“Glad you’re okay, Tim.”
Tim smiles softly, “Love you, Jay.”
Jason hugs him tighter, “Love you, too.”
____
Attempts at Cookies | Jason/Tim | PG | anonymous asked for: Jason baking cookies?
“Jason, don’t touch that ye-“
“Fuck!”
“…Nevermind.”
Why Jason wanted Tim to teach him how to make cookies will probably remain a mystery for the rest of his life. But here he is, now covered in flour.
He sighs wearily.
Jason chuckles and brushes some of the flour off himself, only succeeding in making a bigger mess, “Well that was interesting.”
“And a complete waste of flour.” Tim rights the bowl and pushes it and the mixer farther back on the counter. “Are you even taking this seriously?”
He feels hands grip his hips and pull him back, drawing a quiet gasp from him. Jason smiles against his ear, “Well, I do have to admit, I like seeing you in an apron.”
Tim huffs, “Jason, do you want to make these cookies or not?”
Jason makes a show of humming and tilting his head before twirling Tim around and resuming his grip. “I think I should clean up my mess, don’t you?” His eyes rake down Tim’s form and the younger man shivers a bit.
“We should finish this first. It’s not practical to clean up when you’re in the middle of doing something.”
Jason raises an eyebrow and a smirk slowly spreads on his lips, “You saying that I can ‘clean up’ when we’re done?”
Tim twists free of Jason’s grip and moves to where he was working earlier, “Perhaps.”
He tries not to think about the implications and focuses on the cookies.
It’s hard to ignore the burning stare.
____
My First Kiss | Jason/Tim | PG | ailea asked for: So how about some Christmas-y JasonTim? Their first kiss. Under the mistletoe.
It’s Christmas time and Tim is helping Alfred put up the decorations. There’s music playing softly through the manor, filling halls with Christmas feelings.
Tim puts up the mistletoe for the party, and moves on to help finish the tree.
He knows Bruce is out on business. Dick and Damian are currently out on patrol. And…
Tim sighs lightly.
Jason had been spending more time with the family lately, but things were still strained. It definitely didn’t help that Tim was trying to lock down his feelings for the man.
He has several ideas for how Jason finding out about his affections would go. 73% of them are negative.
So he just watches quietly.
As he puts the last ornament on the tree, he silently wishes for Jason to be here tomorrow.
_
It’s the next night, the night of the party.
The whole family is here and many of their friends from the superhero community. It’s a private party, and the one Tim enjoys the most. It reminds him a bit of his days of vigilante-watching as a child. Only now there isn’t a viewfinder between them.
Tim finishes his glass of cider and places it on a nearby table. Another glance around confirms that, yes, Jason isn’t there.
He lets out a little sigh and bows his head a bit, staring at his empty glass.
It’s suddenly a good deal quieter and Tim turns and looks up…
Jason is standing right in front of him.
He gasps quietly and his eyes widen in surprise. There’s an intense, burning look in Jason’s eyes and Tim feels his heartbeat accelerate.
“Jason?” he manages to breath.
The man smirks and looks up. Tim follows his line of vision and, tilting his head back, he sees what he’s been standing under.
Before he can do anything, large, chilled hands are gripping his lower back and his nape, pulling him into a sudden kiss.
Tim’s eyes widen and he tenses for a moment before everything seems to fade aaway. All but Jason. He seems to melt into the man’s hold, wrapping his arms around the taller man’s neck to pull him even closer.
It’s rather chaste, considering whom he’s kissing, but it’s wonderful and warm. Tim can’t get enough.
But unfortunately, they have to part. Jason’s breathing doesn’t show any problems, but Tim has to take a few deep breaths.
He looks to his side to see everyone staring at them. Tim twitches and tries to pull away, but Jason pulls and buries the smaller form against his.
Tim buries his face into Jason’s chest in embarrassment.
But really, he can’t stop the smile on his face.
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Silent Waiting | Damian/Tim | PG | Ryssa asked for: Damian, massively and secretly in love with Tim, going through the process of waiting to get old enough to confess his feelings to his older not-brother. That way, he feels that a relationship with Tim would be socially acceptable.
Damian is silent as he watches Tim Drake.
He has to be.
Because he knows he can’t do anything else.
Not yet.
_
It’s not, actually, much of a trial to keep up pretenses. He enjoys arguing with Tim. The man is witty, sarcastic, and intelligent. He vastly enjoys their verbal spars.
He also enjoys it when Tim’s cheeks flush from anger.
He loves the feel of Tim’s body against his as they fight.
Every chance he gets to touch him is treasured.
_
Watching Tim fight is another of his favorite pastimes. Red Robin is vicious, strong, fast, and lethal. His movements are fluid and sure. His mind works at speeds faster than his opponents can even imagine. He moves like an assassin. A viper. A Bat.
He envies those who have trained and fought with him. Even his own father.
He wishes he could have seen Tim when he was younger.
To see what he was like before he came into this life.
He wants it.
He wants it so bad.
_
He’s 15, now.
Still too young.
Too young.
He curses. Time seems to pass so slowly.
The only thing that keeps him from just jumping the man is the task of keeping others away from Tim.
He can’t let anyone get in ahead of him.
Not before he’s had his chance.
_
When Damian wakes on his 18th birthday, he has everything planned out.
It’s hard to keep himself composed as he experiences another obligatory birthday party.
It’s not too bad. Dick is amusing as usual and Jason attempted to smuggle in alcohol.
He feels happy. When he looks over, Tim smiles softly at him and hands him a present. He opens it slowly, savoring every moment. It’s a simple, black-handled folding knife, large enough to fit in his palm comfortably.
The day passes and he never once puts down that knife.
When it ends, Damian manages to get Tim away into the library.
He thanks him for the knife and they discuss it for a bit, before Damian gives in.
He grabs Tim and pulls him into a kiss.
He’s old enough, now.
And Damian knows that Tim is worth the wait.
___
Bars and Embarrassing Brothers | Dick/Tim, Jason/Tim, Damian/Tim | PG-13 | K-chan asked for: Tim gets picked up at a bar. Your choice of by whom as long as it's one of the batboys. Bonus points if all three try to pick him up. Extra bonus points if they sort of argue over it. Triple bonus if he's undercover and they don't know it's him.
Tim sighs and uses a long, slender finger to draw pictures in the condensation of his glass. He runs it up and down the sides, gathering water and letting it drip down his skin.
He doesn’t understand why Barbara made him do this.
Sitting alone in a bar on a Friday night isn’t exactly unusual for a normal person, but it’s not something he usually does.
Especially dressed as a woman.
Tim sighs again and plays a bit with his extensions. Babs had way too much fun dressing him up. It was rather scary how prepared she had been. He shifts slightly in his seat.
She had been thorough, too.
So he’s sitting on a barstool with a glass of some fancy alcohol someone had bought for him. Sitting and wondering what the point is.
The bell above the door chimes and Tim glances up.
His heart jumps to his throat as he sees who it is. First enters Dick, followed by Jason and Damian. Dick and Jason are arguing while Damian casually scopes out the place.
Tim hopes to whatever higher being that they don’t notice him.
And Dick glances his way.
Scratch that. He prays that they don’t recognize him.
Dick skips over, positively beaming, and slides into the seat next to Tim, “Hi there, what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”
Fighting away the fear and embarrassment, Tim raises an eyebrow at the man, “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”
Suddenly there’s loud laughter coming from his left and Tim turns his head to see Jason clutching his stomach, “Oh man, Dick, you got rejected.”
Dick pouts, and Tim rolls his eyes and focuses on his drink again.
Suddenly Damian is between him and Dick, standing between the barstools and staring that the glass Tim has his hand wrapped around. “What are you drinking?”
Tim doesn’t really need to fake his surprise and confusion over the boy being there, “You brought a child to a bar?”
Damian glares up at him, “I am 14.”
Yeah, he knows. The brat has gotten taller, too, and Tim knows that in another year, Damian will have outgrown him. He narrows his eyes in return, “Still a child. Still too young to drink.” He turns his glare towards Dick, “Are you the one who brought him here?”
“Well, I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter,” Dick shrugs. “Our dad said he had to spend more time with us.”
Tim blinks, expression not changing, “So you went to a bar anyway?”
“Don’t worry, Princess, we’ll make sure he doesn’t drink anything.” Jason’s close and Tim can almost feel his body heat through the leather jacket.
“I’m not a princess,” Tim glares at Jason.
“You sure? Because you certainly look like one,” Jason winks and Tim rolls his eyes, turning himself to face the bar again, intent on ignoring the men around him.
“I’m sure my brother just means to say that you are very beautiful,” Dick’s smile is bright.
Tim suddenly feels extremely embarrassed but very thankful that they haven’t even realized he’s male. He bows his head a bit and fiddles with his glass.
“Aw, come on, Dick.” Jason groans.
“Shush. You just don’t know how to treat women right.”
“I so do!”
“Do not!”
The two of them start bickering and Tim pinches the bridge of his nose with the hand not around his drink. The drink he hasn’t even sipped because he doesn’t plan on tasting any of the possible drugs that might be in it. Even though he hasn’t left it unattended.
Maybe there’s such a thing as too much paranoia.
His attention is captured when Damian places a surprisingly gently hand on his shoulder. He looks up and the boy shrugs a bit, “I apologize for my idiotic siblings and their foolish behavior. Would you like an escort home? Because I don’t suggest you stay any longer in their presence, as it seems to decrease ones intelligence.”
One of Tim’s hands flies up to cover his mouth in attempt to muffle his embarrassingly girly giggles. The sound around him stops and he can feel at least three different stares. He ignores the ones he might be getting from other patrons. Giggling a couple more times, he finally removes his hand from his mouth.
That had been quite funny. He’s definitely going to cherish that memory.
Tim slides his glass away and picks up his little purse (Barbara is terrifying if you don’t do what she says). “I think I’ll take that advice, little one, though I can escort myself.” Tim slides off his stool and turns to face the three men staring at him, “Thanks.” And in a completely uncharacteristic move, but one that feels right at the time, he blows a kiss at them before turning and walking out of the bar.
He just hopes Barbara doesn’t show anyone the footage he’s sure she has.
____
The Feel of a Kitchen | ??/Tim | PG | reddragon666 asked for: Tim being domestic? You can do any pairing or just general
Tim is happy when Alfred decides to all Tim to use his kitchen. He was so nervous, asking that first time, but he’s so glad he did.
Sure, he could go to his apartment and cook there, but nothing beats the feeling of working in such a large, open space. It’s a quiet passion, one not many know of.
Ever since he was young, he liked cooking. Any time Ms Mac would let him help her cook was a little happy memory. Ever since then, he’s taken any chance to feel that way again.
The feeling of creating something delicious from just a few simple steps.
Tim flattens the plain white apron he’s wearing, adjusting it so that it covers the maximum area. Then he sets about gathering the pans and utensils he needs. He’s actually decided to bake today, so he gets out the ingredients for apple pie. It’s rather close to Christmas, after all. And the smell of cinnamon and apples are always a pleasant reminder of the holidays.
He immerses himself in the motions of baking, enjoying every moment.
Time passes, and eventually Tim has to put the pie in the oven. He bends down, relishing the feel of warm on his face, then puts in the dessert. Standing up, he runs into a broad chest.
Tim yelps and starts to move forward, but large arms wrap around his waist and lips press against his jaw line.
“I really like this side of you, Tim.”
____
Patrols and Mistakes | Jason/Tim, Damian | PG-13 | stormwind13 asked for: Jason/Tim + Damian. During patrol, Hush shows up and there are hugs at the end.
Patrol had been going rather smoothly tonight, even though Tim found himself having to patrol with the little demon child. It wasn’t too bad. They were mostly just glaring at each other often with the occasional snarky comment.
But then it all went to hell in a hand basket.
Tim had forgotten that Hush was out of jail.
He had forgotten.
Hush is not someone you should forget.
And Tim is paying for that now.
“I have no interest in this simple child. You, however…” Tim shudders and looks at Damian. The boy is being held by his throat with one of Hush’s huge hands. At least he’s conscious, though, but the hands that are scraping and scrambling against the fist are becoming lethargic.
Tim’s mind runs through plan after plan, discarding most of them.
“I just want you, Red Robin.”
Tim opens his mouth…
“Sorry, bub, he’s mine!” suddenly Jason is swooping in out of nowhere, his boot connecting with Hush’s arm. Hush yells in surprise and pain, dropping Damian and clutching his injured arm.
Tim runs over to Damian, picking him up while ignoring the sluggish punches the boy sends out, and checks him over while keeping half an eye on the two large men in front of them.
“Red Hood. You were being held up across town. How did you get here?”
Jason shrugs and smirks and Tim can imagine his eyes crinkling a bit behind his red domino. “I’m just that good.” Then he’s dashing forward to engage the villain in a fight.
Damian groans and Tim takes Jason’s distraction of Hush to thoroughly focus on the boy in his arms. “Don’t try to talk, Robin. He might have done serious damage to your throat.” Damian glares hard at him, but thankfully he doesn’t speak. Tim removes the cape so nothing is putting pressure on the Robin’s neck.
Looking up shows Jason about to go after a fleeing Hush and he knows that he shouldn’t do this, but he speaks, “Jay...”
It’s barely a whisper, but Jason hears it. The man freezes and his hands twitch a bit, obviously debating what to do. But he turns and strides over to Tim and Damian.
Once he’s kneeling across from Tim, he growls, “What happened, babybird?”
“I…” Tim sighs, “I apologize. It’s my fault. I forgot that Hush was on the loose and I miscalculated what he wanted and-“
Jason shuts him up with a hand on his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. Tim blushes, mostly because he’s doing this right above Damian. He pulls back and looks down, only to find the boy has fallen asleep in Tim’s arms.
“Aw, that’s so fucking cute,” Jason smirks and mimes taking a picture.
Tim just rolls his eyes, “Just… help me get him to the cave.”
“Sure, babybird,” Tim allows another kiss, but stops the next by raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s get your brat to Alfred.”
“Thank you,” Tim stands and adjusts his grip on Damian. Arms wrap around his waist from behind and he feels Jason press a kiss to his cheek.
“Glad you’re okay, Tim.”
Tim smiles softly, “Love you, Jay.”
Jason hugs him tighter, “Love you, too.”
____
Attempts at Cookies | Jason/Tim | PG | anonymous asked for: Jason baking cookies?
“Jason, don’t touch that ye-“
“Fuck!”
“…Nevermind.”
Why Jason wanted Tim to teach him how to make cookies will probably remain a mystery for the rest of his life. But here he is, now covered in flour.
He sighs wearily.
Jason chuckles and brushes some of the flour off himself, only succeeding in making a bigger mess, “Well that was interesting.”
“And a complete waste of flour.” Tim rights the bowl and pushes it and the mixer farther back on the counter. “Are you even taking this seriously?”
He feels hands grip his hips and pull him back, drawing a quiet gasp from him. Jason smiles against his ear, “Well, I do have to admit, I like seeing you in an apron.”
Tim huffs, “Jason, do you want to make these cookies or not?”
Jason makes a show of humming and tilting his head before twirling Tim around and resuming his grip. “I think I should clean up my mess, don’t you?” His eyes rake down Tim’s form and the younger man shivers a bit.
“We should finish this first. It’s not practical to clean up when you’re in the middle of doing something.”
Jason raises an eyebrow and a smirk slowly spreads on his lips, “You saying that I can ‘clean up’ when we’re done?”
Tim twists free of Jason’s grip and moves to where he was working earlier, “Perhaps.”
He tries not to think about the implications and focuses on the cookies.
It’s hard to ignore the burning stare.
____
My First Kiss | Jason/Tim | PG | ailea asked for: So how about some Christmas-y JasonTim? Their first kiss. Under the mistletoe.
It’s Christmas time and Tim is helping Alfred put up the decorations. There’s music playing softly through the manor, filling halls with Christmas feelings.
Tim puts up the mistletoe for the party, and moves on to help finish the tree.
He knows Bruce is out on business. Dick and Damian are currently out on patrol. And…
Tim sighs lightly.
Jason had been spending more time with the family lately, but things were still strained. It definitely didn’t help that Tim was trying to lock down his feelings for the man.
He has several ideas for how Jason finding out about his affections would go. 73% of them are negative.
So he just watches quietly.
As he puts the last ornament on the tree, he silently wishes for Jason to be here tomorrow.
_
It’s the next night, the night of the party.
The whole family is here and many of their friends from the superhero community. It’s a private party, and the one Tim enjoys the most. It reminds him a bit of his days of vigilante-watching as a child. Only now there isn’t a viewfinder between them.
Tim finishes his glass of cider and places it on a nearby table. Another glance around confirms that, yes, Jason isn’t there.
He lets out a little sigh and bows his head a bit, staring at his empty glass.
It’s suddenly a good deal quieter and Tim turns and looks up…
Jason is standing right in front of him.
He gasps quietly and his eyes widen in surprise. There’s an intense, burning look in Jason’s eyes and Tim feels his heartbeat accelerate.
“Jason?” he manages to breath.
The man smirks and looks up. Tim follows his line of vision and, tilting his head back, he sees what he’s been standing under.
Before he can do anything, large, chilled hands are gripping his lower back and his nape, pulling him into a sudden kiss.
Tim’s eyes widen and he tenses for a moment before everything seems to fade aaway. All but Jason. He seems to melt into the man’s hold, wrapping his arms around the taller man’s neck to pull him even closer.
It’s rather chaste, considering whom he’s kissing, but it’s wonderful and warm. Tim can’t get enough.
But unfortunately, they have to part. Jason’s breathing doesn’t show any problems, but Tim has to take a few deep breaths.
He looks to his side to see everyone staring at them. Tim twitches and tries to pull away, but Jason pulls and buries the smaller form against his.
Tim buries his face into Jason’s chest in embarrassment.
But really, he can’t stop the smile on his face.