Jealousy
Jason is jealous. Really jealous. Really, really, really, really fucking jealous.
Really.
And he didn’t have this jealousy problem until he had come back. Tim would spend time with Jason and Tim would spend time with the girls and, on occasion, they all spent time together (usually at Manor Movie Nights). But recently, they have been hogging Tim. And, okay, it makes sense, because for threeish months, Jason hadn’t been here, so they had gotten used to having Tim all to themselves.
But that’s not a damn excuse. Or, at least, it’s not a good one.
Jason wants to spend time with Tim. He has a lot to make up for, right? Three months! Three months of not being with Tim when he very well should have been.
But they’re always all over him. They take him shopping and they have sleepovers and the cuddle with him on the couch for Movie Nights. Jason gets it. Tim’s really hard to ignore. Really hard not to spend time with. And he just practically begs to be cuddled. So Jason understands. He doesn’t even really blame them for wanting to shower Tim with constant affection (even though he used to grimaces because Tim hadn’t been as touchy feely as they were trying to make him).
What he does blame them for is them getting in the way of him showering Tim with affection.
(And, Jesus Christ, don’t even get him started about the fucking phone.)
Two days ago, Jason had been so close to actually having sex with Tim. So close. Like whoa. But then Tim’s phone rang and it was Harley’s ringtone and Tim is such a pushover (and it’s adorable, really sweet but come the fuck on) so he had answered it.
Harley stayed on the phone for twenty minutes.
Twenty goddamn minutes. And then it was time for patrol and shit if Jason hadn’t been pissed.
And he’s still pretty pissed, because it’s another Movie Night (a Pokemon Movie Night, because Tim had insisted that Damian would be missing out on a crucial part of his childhood it he didn’t watch them) and Ivy’s got her arm draped over his shoulder and Harley’s got her arms wrapped around his waist. Selina’s cuddles up to Jason.
He sort of kind of really wants to roll his eyes, but he doesn’t.
Halfway into Pokemon 2000, Jason is tired of having his love weaseled in upon. It’s been building slowly since he returned, but now it’s painfully intense. So he stands, moves Harley out of the way (and she protests, but Jason can’t give a flying fuck) and he presses against Tim’s side, tugging his boyfriend closer.
He feels Harley shift next to him and sees Ivy smile. Selina and Bruce share a look (shit they probably took bets on how long it would take me to get pissed, motherfuckers). Tim just relaxes and leans into Jason’s hold. It is good. And comfortable. And Jason is happy.
Harley leans over and murmurs in his ear, “we’ve got a calendar dividing up the days we have Tim, you have Tim, and days we share.” He can hear her smile and he wants to tell her where to shove it. But he doesn’t. He’ll just muscle in again if they get to clingy.
(Tim is his after all.)
Really.
And he didn’t have this jealousy problem until he had come back. Tim would spend time with Jason and Tim would spend time with the girls and, on occasion, they all spent time together (usually at Manor Movie Nights). But recently, they have been hogging Tim. And, okay, it makes sense, because for threeish months, Jason hadn’t been here, so they had gotten used to having Tim all to themselves.
But that’s not a damn excuse. Or, at least, it’s not a good one.
Jason wants to spend time with Tim. He has a lot to make up for, right? Three months! Three months of not being with Tim when he very well should have been.
But they’re always all over him. They take him shopping and they have sleepovers and the cuddle with him on the couch for Movie Nights. Jason gets it. Tim’s really hard to ignore. Really hard not to spend time with. And he just practically begs to be cuddled. So Jason understands. He doesn’t even really blame them for wanting to shower Tim with constant affection (even though he used to grimaces because Tim hadn’t been as touchy feely as they were trying to make him).
What he does blame them for is them getting in the way of him showering Tim with affection.
(And, Jesus Christ, don’t even get him started about the fucking phone.)
Two days ago, Jason had been so close to actually having sex with Tim. So close. Like whoa. But then Tim’s phone rang and it was Harley’s ringtone and Tim is such a pushover (and it’s adorable, really sweet but come the fuck on) so he had answered it.
Harley stayed on the phone for twenty minutes.
Twenty goddamn minutes. And then it was time for patrol and shit if Jason hadn’t been pissed.
And he’s still pretty pissed, because it’s another Movie Night (a Pokemon Movie Night, because Tim had insisted that Damian would be missing out on a crucial part of his childhood it he didn’t watch them) and Ivy’s got her arm draped over his shoulder and Harley’s got her arms wrapped around his waist. Selina’s cuddles up to Jason.
He sort of kind of really wants to roll his eyes, but he doesn’t.
Halfway into Pokemon 2000, Jason is tired of having his love weaseled in upon. It’s been building slowly since he returned, but now it’s painfully intense. So he stands, moves Harley out of the way (and she protests, but Jason can’t give a flying fuck) and he presses against Tim’s side, tugging his boyfriend closer.
He feels Harley shift next to him and sees Ivy smile. Selina and Bruce share a look (shit they probably took bets on how long it would take me to get pissed, motherfuckers). Tim just relaxes and leans into Jason’s hold. It is good. And comfortable. And Jason is happy.
Harley leans over and murmurs in his ear, “we’ve got a calendar dividing up the days we have Tim, you have Tim, and days we share.” He can hear her smile and he wants to tell her where to shove it. But he doesn’t. He’ll just muscle in again if they get to clingy.
(Tim is his after all.)