fic: Not Your Average Date Night
Title: Not Your Average Date Night
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Jason/Tim, Dick, Damian
Summary: Tim is less than thrilled about going out with all of his brothers.
Word Count: 412
Warnings: humor I guess
A/N: May drabble fill for me_ya_ri for the prompts Jason/Tim +Dick+Damian, He'd call it a double date if the demon spawn could be trusted not to knife him.
“You know that in some light, this would be some kind of bizarre double date,” Jason mused as he sat in a chair in Tim's room and flipped through the channels on the TV waiting for Tim to finish getting dressed.
Tim paused tying his tie and looked at Jason in the mirror, “You call this a double date again and you won't get laid for a month.”
“Oooh a bit touchy about this aren't you babybird?”
“Damian and I don't work well together,” Tim muttered. “And while tonight is suppose to only be surveillance, we've all been in situations where it's turned into more. Hard to feel confident when one of my team has knifed me before.”
“Well to be fair we weren't dating then,” Jason joked.
“Fine two months,” Tim countered.
Jason snorted as he got up and turned off the TV and walked over to Tim and took over tying his tie. “Like you could hold out that long. Just relax, you and Damian may not be bosom buddies or anything, but it's not like he's walking around with a small arsenal of weapons on him any more. We're the Wayne boys, all going out on a night on the town. Nothing can stop us.”
Tim stepped back and gave Jason an odd look, “When did you become the sensible one?”
The edges of Jason's mouth slowly moved up in a smirk, “And when we get back home. I'm gonna strip you down, tie ya to the bed, and screw you into the mattress.”
“There's the Jason I know and love.”
Jason laughed and wrapped his arm around Tim's shoulders as they headed out. At the end of the hall Dick and Damian was glaring at each other. On a small table there between them laid a pile of weapons, various knives, throwing stars, a batarang, and what looks like a blow gun. “Is there anything else you decided you needed to bring?” Dick said crossing his arms and frowning down at the youngest Wayne.
“Just my game system,” Damian said matching Dick's look with a glare of his own.
“Has it been modified?”
Damian's glare darken as he reached in and pulled out the game system and put on the table with the other weapons.
Jason just howled with laughter and Tim just grimaced rolled his eyes, “Oh this is going to be great.”