For Lena
It was an unusally quiet night in Gotham. That irritated Jason. Aside from his normal routine of controlling crime, he ocassionally liked to stop it. He thought of himself as a kid watching a line of ants. When he was bored of putting Leggos up as blockades, he would start squishing them with his fingers.
Jason decided to head to the docks-a hot spot for dealing though every dealer in town assumed it was a big secret. He traveled by rooftop- hopping from building to building until he was on top of the rickety warehouses that were mostly all abandoned now.
"Hello," he said to himself, seeing two shadowy figures exit one of the warehouses.
Whoever they were, they seemed to be having some kind of argument-he could tell by their movements. Something else caught his eye-something shiny. He moved to the opposite roof where the lighting was better, though still poor, and he squinted to get a better look. His brows furrowed when he saw the shiny object had been an emblem on a suit. It was Tim-decked out in his Robin uniform and he was talking to his boyfriend, Kon.
Jason could hear them now, arguing steadily.
"I just can't believe this," Tim said. "I can't believe you."
Kon scoffed and shook his head. "What? You actually thought I was telling the truth? For one of Batman's drones, you're pretty fucking slow."
Jason frowned. Kon cursed, he knew. The guy was over at his place enough that Jason had learned his manner of speaking, but he'd never heard this tone before, and couldn't believe it was being directed at Tim.
"You're crazy!" Tim spat. "What do you think everyone will say when they find out? Huh?"
"That I'm a genius?" Kon guessed, crossing his arms. "Come on, Birdboy. Haven't you ever just wanted to live life on the edge?" He uncrossed his arms and grabbed Tim by the shoulder-roughly, Jason noticed.
"Not like that," Tim said, shrugging him off. "We're through here."
Jason tensed as he saw Tim stalk off in the opposite direction of which they'd came, and Kon go after him, hot on his heels. He jerked Tim by the shoulder agaiin, spinning him around and tried to slam him into the closest warehouse. Tim easily manuevered out of the path of his attack, but Kon must had seen it coming all along because without any warning, he punched Tim in the face. Jason slowly began to raise himself to his feet.
"Don't you walk away from me, you little fucker!" He said, shoving Tim. "You tell anyone what I told you, and you'll wish I'd cut out your tongue."
Tim, holding the palm of his hand to his nose to stop the blood that was pouring out, spit in Kon's direction and then fled. Kon took off in the other direction and Jason watched him fly off from the shadows.
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"That was great!" Tim said, sounding nasal when Kon landed beside him.
"It was supposed to be a staged punch," Kon replied, sounding less thrilled. "Let me see."
"I wanted it to look as real as possible," Tim said as Kon removed his mask and gingerly brushed his fingers over the red and purple marks between his eyes and down his nose. Winching slightly at the damage he'd inflicted, he leaned in close and kissed it.
"Now Carbajul will go after me at the shop for sure and we'll take him out there," Tim said, putting his mask back on.
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Jason frantically moved around Tim's room searching for any physical evidence of Kon's address.
"I know you have a place in Gotham, you little shit," he muttered, opening and closing drawers.
He was angry. Beyond angry even. He knew Tim well enough that he wouldn't put up with bullying and he was angry at him for just walking away. Of course, Jason also knew that people in love tended to do crazy things. Stupid things. He was ready to kill Kon aka Conner Kent, the bastard. Had he had everybody fooled this entire time?
"Bingo." He found a small black address book under Tim's bed and easily found the street and apartment number of Kon's place in Gotham. He tore the page out and put it in his pants pocket. He then went to his own room and pulled a small safe out from under his bed.
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"Go home," Kon said, kissing Tim again. "We've got work to do in the morning."
Tim snuggled up beside him on the bed. "Yeah, I really should get going."
They kissed again, Tim wincing slightly when Kon's nose accidentally bumped into his own sore one.
"Next time we rehearse a staged blow," Kon said. "We perform a staged blow."
"Sure, sure." Tim sat up and slapped his boyfriend's thigh. "Later, Dude."
He put on his mask and disappeared out the window. Kon rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes. He had just drifted into a light sleep when something cold and hard pressed against his neck. He opened his eyes and was suddenly wide awake.
"Jason?" He asked quietly, staring into blue eyes that were glittery and intense.
"I've got enough Kryptonite to take out your old man and you so don't think about moving," Jason said, completely business-like.
"What's going on?" Kon asked. His first thoughts were filled with dread that Jason had gone insane or was under mind control and he'd already gotten to Tim.
"That's a good question." Jason removed the knife and took a small piece of Kryptonite from his pocket. He let it roll in and out between his fingers.
"Why don't you tell me?"
"What?" Kon kept his eye on the material.
Jason stopped moving it and without any warning, shoved it into Kon's mouth. Kon immediately gagged and tried to cry out, but Jason clamped a hand over his mouth, and used his other hand to punch him in the sternum.
"You think you have the right to hit my brother? Huh?" Jason punched him again.
Kon fought to spit the Kryptonite out and Jason pressed another piece to his neck.
"You fuck with one Batkid, you fuck with 'em all," Jason told him. "And believe, Kent, I'm the worst."
He moved the kryptonite from his neck and put it down on the bed. He then moved his other hand and had it ready to catch the kryptonite Kon abruptly spit out. Jason punched him hard in the face, and removed himself from the bed.
"Touch him again, and you'll wish I'd cut your tongue out," he said.
Kon could hardly speak, but he managed to choke out, "You saw us?"
"I'm big brother," Jason said, heading for the window. "I see the everything."
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Tim was asleep in his bed when Jason returend home. He stared at Tim's black and purple nose and the space between his eyes and briefly considered checking him for other injuries. He decided against it, knowing how light a sleeper Tim was.
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Tim snuck back in through Kon's window around four am. It was still several hours before they had to be at the shop to confront Carbajul, but Tim wanted a little bit of time just to be silly and fool around. In the dark, he shrugged off his robin uniform and went to Kon's dresser to retrieve a Tshirt to wear as pajamas. He slid onto the bed, and Kon shot up, making Tim fall back onto the floor.
"Kon, it's me," he hissed, standing up.
"Tim?" Kon jumped off the bed. "Did you talk to your brother?"
"My brother?" Tim frowned. "What are you talking about?"
He sensed something was wrong, and dug around in his pile of clothes to retrieve his cell phone. He turned the flashlight on and dropped it.
"What the hell happened to you?" He demanded, shining it on Kon's face.
"You didn't talk to Jason?" Kon asked. "He didn't tell you?"
"I haven't seen Jason," Tim said. "He usually doesn't get home until dawn-Kon, what happened?"
"He saw us at the Pier," his boyfriend explained, and then quickly added, "he didn't know."
Tim's brows furrowed and he was silent, though his mouth was open. After a few moments, he asked, "Jason did this to you?"
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"Jason?!" Tim yelled, slamming the front door of the apartment. "Jason, where are you?!"
He went from room to room, slamming doors, and then ripped out his phone and dialed Jason's number. It rang four times and then went to a voice mail that didn't exist. The Bat-family had a way of communicating text messages through voice. One would say something and it would relay as text. Bruce had designed it to keep them safe in dangerous situations.
(This is all the text message parts)
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Jason came home, wondering how he was going to prevent fighting Tim. It wasn't easy for him to back down, and he knew Tim was angry enough that he wouldn't back down. He decided just to let out play out, and walked into the apartment to see Tim waiting for him, sitting on top of the kitchen counter. He raised his eyebrows but said nothing, and followed him around the living room with his eyes.
"Look-" Jason began, but Tim cut him off.
"We're fighting. Now."
"Tim-"
"Shut up, Jason."
Jason was growing irritated. "You know that I'm right, Tim. You would have done the same for me."
"I would have talked to you first!" Tim kicked at Jason, barely grazing his cheekbone.
Jason stumbled, unprepared for Tim's speed, and then he swung a punch at Tim, who dodged, ducking to the ground.
"Okay," Jason said. "i guess we're having it out."
He removed his jacket, and shoes (to make it fair since Tim was in his Tshirt and sweats), and popped his knuckles.
"Last chance, Timmy," he warned.
"Arrraggghh!" Tim backflipped, using his feet to knock Jason to the floor. He then went to elbow him in the chest while Jason was down, but his older brother grabbed his arm and twisted it, flipping Tim over onto his back. He then kicked him in the side and swung him across the room by his foot.
Tim only slowed his sailing across the room by grabbing a standing lamp and sending it to the floor, sparking.
Jason popped his neck muscles and teased, "Come on, Baby. You're in the jungle now."
"Oh, shut up!" Tim lunged at him again, and the two fought from room to room, attacking each other with their limbs and various household items as weapons.
Jason ran into his bedroom and shut the door. Tim ran after him and paused in the hallway, wondering which door Jason had ran through since all of the doors were closed, and was suddenly hit by a chair that shattered as it knocked him to the ground.Tim got up just in the knick of time as Jason moved to stomp him, and Tim ripped out a frying pan from behind his back and hit Jason in the side of his face with it. Jason then tried to punch him, but Tim propelled himself off of the wall, and over Jason, moving out of the hallway. Jason picked up some coasters and chucked them at his younger brother like throwing stars, each one hitting Tim. They were cork and marble coasters too. While Tim was shielding his face with his hands, Jason moved to punch him once more and Tim jumped onto his arm and kicked him in face, backflipping off of him and landing like a cat. He then tripped Jason, and when Jason fell, he slid and elbowed Tim in the face, and then got him in a position to hold him and choke him. Tim squirmed, but Jason was much stronger. Jason finally let go, and while Tim gasped for air, he punched him hard in the spine and then spun him around and hit him on his already bruised face. That did it for Tim.
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"Hold still," Jason growled, putting another strip of bandage onto his younger brother.
Tim wanted to order him to leave him alone, but he knew it was useless at this point. He simply allowed Jason to tend to his wounds and feel a deep shame for everything that had happened. He'd lost. He'd failed to protect his boyfriend's honor, and worst of all, he'd initiated everything that had caused trouble.
"This is going to hurt," Jason ordered, grabbing hold of his arm and scapula, and before Tim could protest, a sickening crack sounded followed by Tim hissing out a swear word.
Jason snorted and scuffed the back of his head. "Who's your daddy?"
"Shut up," Tim muttered. "I'm going to bed."
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Jason was still a little sore the following night, but it felt good to ride his motorcycle. The cool air helped him heal outside and in. He still felt a bit guilty about having to rough Tim up a little, but Tim needed to learn, didn't he?
The sound of sirens interrupted his thoughts and he turned around to see a police motorcycle behind him. Luckily, he was not doing anything Red Hood related, so he figured he might as well pull over so he could be told something was wrong with his bike. He stopped and waited for the officer to come around, ready to play his 'I'm a good citizen with a mild attitude' routine.
"Problem, oficer?" He asked, staring down at his handlebars.
The officer was chewing gum-obnoxiously, Jason thought, but didn't say so.
"Yeah." The officer said, and Jason sighed, squinching his mouth to one side. "There's a problem."
"Dick-" Jason stared up at his brother, who was smacking gum on one side of his mouth, and Dick removed his sunglasses.
"You fuck with one Batkid," Dick said, leaning down. "You fuck with 'em all, right?"
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"What the hell happened to all of you?" Stephanie asked, staring at her three brothers who were in awful shape. Tim the worst shape, Jason the second worse, and Dick with only a few cuts and brusies. She stared at Damian, who shrugged and went back to his portable videogame.
"Kids," Bruce muttered, motioning to the waiter.
"You guys did this to each other?"Stephanie's eyebrows went up.
"Dick won," Damian muttered. "You did win, didn't you?"
"Damian." Bruce's voice held a warning tone.
"You mess with one Batkid," Tim muttered.
"You mess with them all," Dick finished, poking his finger in one of Jason's bandaged wounds.