The Kid
Verse: Red's Robin
Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Batman and all concepts, characters etc property of Time Warner and DC Comics
Warnings: Jason's foul mouth, not much else
Author's Notes: 2nd piece in the red's robin verse
Summary: The kid was way too fucking calm for someone abducted in the middle of the goddamn night.
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The kid- The kid was way too fucking calm for someone abducted in the middle of the goddamn night.
“Jason- do you have an extra blanket?” The kid asked, appearing at his elbow from fucking nowhere, and Jesus-fucking-Christ, he should not be able to do that. Jason was trained by fucking Batman. Big-eyed thirteen year old civilians should not be able to sneak up on him in his own goddamn hideout. The kid’s mouth twitches a little in what Jason’s learning is his version of a smirk.
“You did that on purpose,” Jason accused, trying to hide his approval. The kid gave a stilted little smile, cocking his head in acknowledgement.
“Blanket?” The kid reminded him. Jason rolled his eyes, and dug out the ragged afghan he’d picked up at the Salvation Army store.
“Thank you.” The kid paused, staring at Jason from the corner of his eye. “You’ll explain what’s going on in the morning, right?” Hell. He’d kidnapped a crazy boy. That was the only possible explanation for why the kid was okay with this.
“Sure, kid.”
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Jason woke up to the smell of coffee. Which was weird as hell, since he didn’t have a coffee maker.
“Are you awake now?” The kid nudged open the door to the bedroom, two mugs cradled between his arm and his chest.
“What. Just. What the fuck, kid?” Unless the kid had freaking magic, the only way he’d be able to get coffee was by leaving. And if he could get out of the apartment when Jason had locked it down, why the hell had he come back instead of running like somebody sane?
“I thought you’d like coffee…?” The kid trails off uncertainly. Jason stared. Okay. So he was right, and he had totally kidnapped a crazy boy. Now he had to deal with it.
“Gimme.” It was going to be a long day.