Fic: After the Dust Settles: 1/8; Tim/Jaime; R
Title: After the Dust Settles 1/8
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle III)/Tim Drake (Robin III)
Rating: R
Warnings: overall- sex, violence, angst, the gay, Paco (he needs a warning)
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 2,600
Summary: Batman's gone. :( Timmy's all alone. :(( Jaime thinks Timmy needs a friend. :D
Author's Notes: The chapter people won the poll. So you'll get a chapter everyday for the next eight days or so. I'm sorry if this doesn't flow so well, I wrote it as a one shot and not as a chapter fic so there aren't any well defined chapter breaks.
Index Post
Part One
The realization that Bruce wasn’t coming back, at least not for a long time, hit Tim somewhere around the third week after Bruce went missing. Two days after that he had filled out the paperwork for early emancipation. All he needed was a judge to sign off on it.
A little less than a week after the realization struck him, he paid a visit to Veronica Vreeland. She had married a lawyer almost eight years ago and the man had been elected as a judge last term with some judicious help from Bruce’s pocket book.
The hardest part was dealing with the sad look in Veronica’s eyes when he explained to here why he was there.
“Tim,” she said, her voice thick with concern, “don’t you think you should wait awhile? Think this over?”
“No,” Tim replied coolly, “I don’t want to risk being bounced around any more. I just want a little stability and right now Bruce just isn’t giving me that. He’s dealing with some things right now and the last thing he needs is to worry about me. This is best for everyone concerned.” Tim tried to keep the tired, bitter edge from his voice, but he suspected Veronica could detect traces of it anyway. She was not a stupid woman.
She watched him for a few moments, taking in his stature, his demeanor. He knew he was too thin, he knew he was too serious, he knew he was too much of a lot of things but most of them were beyond his control right now.
Tim was sick of things being beyond his control. He was tired of being jerked around by fate and circumstance. It was long past time he took responsibility for his own life.
He knew when Bruce first offered to adopt him that it was a bad idea. He had known that it would only end up hurting them both. But he had accepted in a fit of misplaced trust and now he had to suffer the consequences.
It was time to rectify that mistake.
He had a trust fund left over from his mother’s side of the family and another one from Bruce. Tim had already found a nice studio apartment a few blocks from Gotham Heights. He had a meeting set up to sign the lease tomorrow. All he needed was the emancipation court order so he could by-pass the guardian’s co-sign and he would be all set.
Tim had even packed his bags that morning. Not that he had all that much to take. Just some clothes and books, his laptop and cameras. It was a little depressing to realize that his entire life fit easily into five cardboard boxes, but Tim didn’t give himself much time to dwell on that.
There had been things to accomplish.
Veronica eventually nodded him into her husband’s study. It took Tim less than eight minutes to convince the man to sign the court order.
He looked at Tim sadly as he reached for his pen, but he signed it nonetheless.
Tim was glad to get away from all those pitying looks. Pity was stifling, almost suffocating. It made his chest feel tight and his eyes sting.
Tim drove away from the Vreeland mansion more alone than he ever had been in life. He had expected to feel some level of relief now that he was independent, but he only felt even emptier than he had when he realized Bruce was gone.
At least, he thought, he was now in control.
That was all that mattered in the long run, wasn’t it?
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Ives pulled up in front of a line of row houses that had been converted into apartments. They were nice, the front porch wasn’t rotting off it’s rails and the front door to the place was a large, reinforced fire door that looked sturdy. The dumpster was in the alley to the side of the building and not directly out front. There were shutters on the window and the gutters weren’t overflowing with dead leaves and living vegetation. In short, it was a nice building in a nice area of Gotham.
Tim got out of the car as Ives took the building in, he looked back over his shoulder expectantly and Ives scurried out of the car after him.
“Are you living here?” he asked as Tim keyed the front door open.
“Yeah, it’s closer to the school,” Tim said lightly, but Ives could hear the tension underneath the casual statement. Tim clearly didn’t want to talk too much about his new digs.
They hiked up to the third floor and Tim ushered Ives into a sparsely furnished studio apartment.
The whole room was painted a light shade of orange with sky blue trim. Tim’s bed was in the far right hand corner. It was slightly mussed and the blankets were a dark green shade that didn’t match the rest of the apartment. It had a set of drawers pushed up flush to its footboards and, unlike Ives’ dresser, the items on the top of the dresser were tidily arranged.
There was a door directly across from the drawers that Ives assumed lead into the bathroom. To the right of that door there was a kitchen area with a range and oven, a sink, counter tops and a long bar. Tim had a few stools set up around the back end of it. There were no dishes in the sink and the counter tops and bar were clear of debris. All the pots were hung neatly on the wall and even the dish towels were hung on a rack.
The only part of the entire apartment that seemed even remotely lived in was a small dormer in-between Tim’s bed and neat set of shelves. It was piled high with pillows and a throw blanket. Papers were scattered across one end and Tim’s lap top sat in the middle of it all.
All and all the whole thing was a little on the depressing side. There were no pictures on the walls or nick knacks scattered around. It felt empty.
Lonely.
Ives couldn’t even imagine coming back here every night to eat and sleep and live alone.
Tim was rummaging through a sheaf of papers in a file folder on one shelf while Ives toured his apartment.
“Bruce really doesn’t mind you living here all by yourself?” he asked, trying for casual but probably only really managing surprised.
Tim hesitated before answering. “Bruce isn’t really in the picture anymore. It’s just me these days.” Tim grabbed a few papers and placed them neatly into a red folder before he handed them over to Ives. “These are the project guidelines, just photocopy them and give them back to me tomorrow before fourth period.”
Ives nodded his thanks and took the folder. “You’re a life saver, Drake.”
Tim gave him the same strained smile he had been giving everyone lately and airily said, “No problem.”
He walked Ives the scant five feet back to the front door to see him off.
“See you tomorrow, man,” Tim said but all Ives could manage was a nod in response.
The whole ride home he couldn’t seem to shake the disconsolate feeling Tim’s empty apartment had engendered in him. While Tim hadn’t been terribly forthcoming about his personal life of late, Steph had told him that Bruce had taken off a few months ago and Tim was taking things hard.
Understandably so, Ives felt like Tim’s adoption had just barely been announced before Bruce seemed to have disappeared. It was hard for Ives to accept and he couldn’t imagine how Tim was dealing.
Ives wasn’t entirely sure what he would have done in Tim’s situation, but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have isolated himself nearly that much.
Tim tended to keep his home life and his school life pretty compartmentalized. Ives had thought it was because Bruce was famous and he liked to keep personal information out of the tabloids. Now Ives was starting to wonder if it was just to keep people from realizing how unhappy and unstable his life was.
Tim seemed to keep everyone at arms length. At school, he talked about school things. The only one who seemed to know anything about Tim’s personal life was Steph and Tim outright avoided her, like she had the plague or something. Ives had asked her why and she had given him some vague ‘bad break-up’ excuse. It would have had to be the mother of all bad break-ups to warrant the lengths Tim went to in order to keep away from Steph.
It didn’t really make sense to Ives because Tim had stayed friendly with his other exes. Steph proved to be the exception to the rule.
Ives wended his way through Gotham city, heading back across town to his mom’s row house in West Gotham. He flicked on the radio to try and distract himself from thoughts of Tim but he couldn’t seem to shake the sad, empty feeling.
He sighed heavily as he turned a corner and stopped at a light. Ives slumped back in his seat and rested his forehead against the cool glass of his window. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a brightly colored sign above a cheery glass store front.
‘Pete’s Pets’, it read in bold green colors.
Ives raised his eyebrows, flicked on his turn signal and pulled into the parking spot just outside the building.
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Paco was sitting cross legged on his bed studiously playing Grand Theft Auto when Jaime slumped into his room.
“She wouldn’t talk to you either, huh hermano?” Paco drawled, not looking away from the screen as he spoke.
Jamie threw himself onto Paco’s bed and buried his face in the pillows.
“No, I have no idea what’s wrong with her. Whenever I try to ask, or even tell her that she’s acting differently, she shouts at me,” Jaime moaned.
Paco snorted derisively, “She threw three books and her pencil jar at me.”
Jaime lifted his head and glanced back over his shoulder at Paco.
“The big heavy metal one?” he asked.
“That’s the one,” Paco affirmed and promptly crashed the car he was driving into a parking meter.
“Ay dios mio,” Jaime sighed.
“I know, that thing came out of nowhere,” Paco complained, glaring at the TV screen.
“No man, I mean about Brenda. What’s her deal, man?” Jaime asked hopelessly.
“Maybe it’s a chick thing,” Paco suggested as he pulled a man out of a parked car and kicked him a few times.
Jaime sat up. “You think so?” he asked, interestedly.
Paco shrugged. “Well, it’s not a guy thing and it’s not a normal person thing. What else is left?”
Jaime shrugged. “No se.”
“Maybe we should ask a girl,” Paco suggested, trying unsuccessfully to evade several police cars. “Ask Maligro or something.”
“Maligro’s too young to get girl things,” Jaime pointed out derisively.
“Your mom?” Paco tried again.
“La tu ya,” Jaime shot back and Paco turned to glare at him and crashed into a police car. “Anyway they’re too old.”
“Hmmm, what about that girl in the Titans? What’s her name? Wonder Butt?” Paco asked.
“Her name is Wonder Girl,” Jaime corrected.
“Whatever. It should be Wonder Butt,” Paco insisted.
Jaime smiled and hit Paco with his own pillow. A wrestling match ensued, at the end of which Jaime was forced to concede that Paco had a point. He probably should ask Wonder Butt.
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“Let me get this straight,” Cassie asked incredulously, “she’s moody, quieter and doesn’t spend as much time around you guys as she used to and you want to know if this is a girl thing?”
Jaime nodded at her eagerly, obviously waiting for her to smile beatifically down at him and assure him that it was, indeed, a girl thing and that it would all blow over soon.
“I mean, she was always moody before, but lately it’s getting to be a bit too much to handle,” he added sheepishly.
She gave him a quelling look.
“Well, what’s going on with her?” she asked.
“That’s what I want to know,” Jaime replied.
“No, I mean, what’s going on in her life? Any big changes? She just break up with someone? Did her cat die? Did she put on a few extra pounds? What?”
“Well, her dad just died and she’s living with her aunt now - “ Jaime began and Cassie cut him off.
“Her dad just died and you’re here asking me why she’s been moody and depressed lately? How obtuse are you?” Cassie asked, disbelievingly. No wonder the laundry list of things Jaime had hit her with had seemed so familiar. Brenda was pulling the same shit Tim was.
Cassie almost started to feel bad for Jaime, and then he opened his mouth again.
“Yeah but I didn’t think that was such a big deal. I mean she didn’t even like him,” Jaime said defensively.
Cassie rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t matter, numb nuts.”
Jaime furrowed his brows. “It doesn’t?”
“No it -“ Cassie paused and thought for a minute. “You know, I’m not the best person to tell you how to deal with her. You want to know how a person needs to be handled in that situation, you should talk to Robin. I’m just as lost in this situation as you are.”
Jaime looked down cast.
Tim had left the team a little more than two months ago. Ostensibly to spend more time focusing on Gotham now that Batman was out of the picture, but Cassie was pretty sure it was just another excuse to withdraw even further than he had.
He called Cassie every once in a while to check on things at the Tower, but he didn’t even drop by to visit anymore.
Cassie saw more of Red Arrow than she did of Robin these days.
He didn’t seem to respond warmly to anyone, anymore. Even Dick was having a hard time drawing him out. Tim almost always worked solo and refused any case that wasn’t directly related to Gotham City.
Cassie worried more and more about him everyday and she was all out of excuses to go over and visit him.
Well, now Jaime had one and maybe his little quest would be beneficial to everyone involved.
Cassie was certain that if enough people kept coming at Tim, his defenses would eventually wear down. Jaime was a perfect candidate as a solider for the War on Tim, whether he knew it or not.
He was easy going, determined and didn’t give up easily. He also had this air of wide eyed innocence about him that made it less likely that Tim would suspect an ulterior motive. At least until he realized that it was Cassie who sent Jaime his way.
Then he might get annoyed with her but at least he’d be feeling something.
“You can head into Gotham City tonight. He’s not working on a big case or anything right now, so he should have time to talk to you,” Cassie instructed and Jaime nodded his head reluctantly.
“What’s wrong?” Cassie asked with faux exasperation.
Jaime grimaced and looked up at her. “He scares me a little.”
Cassie sighed and turned away from Jaime to look sadly out her bedroom window. “These days, Jaime, he scares me too.”
Part Two
A/N: Fandom at large needs a Jaime/Tim icon. *eyes up Flist* Welllllllllllllllllllll?
Prepare for cross-posting madness in 5...4...3...2...
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle III)/Tim Drake (Robin III)
Rating: R
Warnings: overall- sex, violence, angst, the gay, Paco (he needs a warning)
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 2,600
Summary: Batman's gone. :( Timmy's all alone. :(( Jaime thinks Timmy needs a friend. :D
Author's Notes: The chapter people won the poll. So you'll get a chapter everyday for the next eight days or so. I'm sorry if this doesn't flow so well, I wrote it as a one shot and not as a chapter fic so there aren't any well defined chapter breaks.
Index Post
Part One
The realization that Bruce wasn’t coming back, at least not for a long time, hit Tim somewhere around the third week after Bruce went missing. Two days after that he had filled out the paperwork for early emancipation. All he needed was a judge to sign off on it.
A little less than a week after the realization struck him, he paid a visit to Veronica Vreeland. She had married a lawyer almost eight years ago and the man had been elected as a judge last term with some judicious help from Bruce’s pocket book.
The hardest part was dealing with the sad look in Veronica’s eyes when he explained to here why he was there.
“Tim,” she said, her voice thick with concern, “don’t you think you should wait awhile? Think this over?”
“No,” Tim replied coolly, “I don’t want to risk being bounced around any more. I just want a little stability and right now Bruce just isn’t giving me that. He’s dealing with some things right now and the last thing he needs is to worry about me. This is best for everyone concerned.” Tim tried to keep the tired, bitter edge from his voice, but he suspected Veronica could detect traces of it anyway. She was not a stupid woman.
She watched him for a few moments, taking in his stature, his demeanor. He knew he was too thin, he knew he was too serious, he knew he was too much of a lot of things but most of them were beyond his control right now.
Tim was sick of things being beyond his control. He was tired of being jerked around by fate and circumstance. It was long past time he took responsibility for his own life.
He knew when Bruce first offered to adopt him that it was a bad idea. He had known that it would only end up hurting them both. But he had accepted in a fit of misplaced trust and now he had to suffer the consequences.
It was time to rectify that mistake.
He had a trust fund left over from his mother’s side of the family and another one from Bruce. Tim had already found a nice studio apartment a few blocks from Gotham Heights. He had a meeting set up to sign the lease tomorrow. All he needed was the emancipation court order so he could by-pass the guardian’s co-sign and he would be all set.
Tim had even packed his bags that morning. Not that he had all that much to take. Just some clothes and books, his laptop and cameras. It was a little depressing to realize that his entire life fit easily into five cardboard boxes, but Tim didn’t give himself much time to dwell on that.
There had been things to accomplish.
Veronica eventually nodded him into her husband’s study. It took Tim less than eight minutes to convince the man to sign the court order.
He looked at Tim sadly as he reached for his pen, but he signed it nonetheless.
Tim was glad to get away from all those pitying looks. Pity was stifling, almost suffocating. It made his chest feel tight and his eyes sting.
Tim drove away from the Vreeland mansion more alone than he ever had been in life. He had expected to feel some level of relief now that he was independent, but he only felt even emptier than he had when he realized Bruce was gone.
At least, he thought, he was now in control.
That was all that mattered in the long run, wasn’t it?
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
Ives pulled up in front of a line of row houses that had been converted into apartments. They were nice, the front porch wasn’t rotting off it’s rails and the front door to the place was a large, reinforced fire door that looked sturdy. The dumpster was in the alley to the side of the building and not directly out front. There were shutters on the window and the gutters weren’t overflowing with dead leaves and living vegetation. In short, it was a nice building in a nice area of Gotham.
Tim got out of the car as Ives took the building in, he looked back over his shoulder expectantly and Ives scurried out of the car after him.
“Are you living here?” he asked as Tim keyed the front door open.
“Yeah, it’s closer to the school,” Tim said lightly, but Ives could hear the tension underneath the casual statement. Tim clearly didn’t want to talk too much about his new digs.
They hiked up to the third floor and Tim ushered Ives into a sparsely furnished studio apartment.
The whole room was painted a light shade of orange with sky blue trim. Tim’s bed was in the far right hand corner. It was slightly mussed and the blankets were a dark green shade that didn’t match the rest of the apartment. It had a set of drawers pushed up flush to its footboards and, unlike Ives’ dresser, the items on the top of the dresser were tidily arranged.
There was a door directly across from the drawers that Ives assumed lead into the bathroom. To the right of that door there was a kitchen area with a range and oven, a sink, counter tops and a long bar. Tim had a few stools set up around the back end of it. There were no dishes in the sink and the counter tops and bar were clear of debris. All the pots were hung neatly on the wall and even the dish towels were hung on a rack.
The only part of the entire apartment that seemed even remotely lived in was a small dormer in-between Tim’s bed and neat set of shelves. It was piled high with pillows and a throw blanket. Papers were scattered across one end and Tim’s lap top sat in the middle of it all.
All and all the whole thing was a little on the depressing side. There were no pictures on the walls or nick knacks scattered around. It felt empty.
Lonely.
Ives couldn’t even imagine coming back here every night to eat and sleep and live alone.
Tim was rummaging through a sheaf of papers in a file folder on one shelf while Ives toured his apartment.
“Bruce really doesn’t mind you living here all by yourself?” he asked, trying for casual but probably only really managing surprised.
Tim hesitated before answering. “Bruce isn’t really in the picture anymore. It’s just me these days.” Tim grabbed a few papers and placed them neatly into a red folder before he handed them over to Ives. “These are the project guidelines, just photocopy them and give them back to me tomorrow before fourth period.”
Ives nodded his thanks and took the folder. “You’re a life saver, Drake.”
Tim gave him the same strained smile he had been giving everyone lately and airily said, “No problem.”
He walked Ives the scant five feet back to the front door to see him off.
“See you tomorrow, man,” Tim said but all Ives could manage was a nod in response.
The whole ride home he couldn’t seem to shake the disconsolate feeling Tim’s empty apartment had engendered in him. While Tim hadn’t been terribly forthcoming about his personal life of late, Steph had told him that Bruce had taken off a few months ago and Tim was taking things hard.
Understandably so, Ives felt like Tim’s adoption had just barely been announced before Bruce seemed to have disappeared. It was hard for Ives to accept and he couldn’t imagine how Tim was dealing.
Ives wasn’t entirely sure what he would have done in Tim’s situation, but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have isolated himself nearly that much.
Tim tended to keep his home life and his school life pretty compartmentalized. Ives had thought it was because Bruce was famous and he liked to keep personal information out of the tabloids. Now Ives was starting to wonder if it was just to keep people from realizing how unhappy and unstable his life was.
Tim seemed to keep everyone at arms length. At school, he talked about school things. The only one who seemed to know anything about Tim’s personal life was Steph and Tim outright avoided her, like she had the plague or something. Ives had asked her why and she had given him some vague ‘bad break-up’ excuse. It would have had to be the mother of all bad break-ups to warrant the lengths Tim went to in order to keep away from Steph.
It didn’t really make sense to Ives because Tim had stayed friendly with his other exes. Steph proved to be the exception to the rule.
Ives wended his way through Gotham city, heading back across town to his mom’s row house in West Gotham. He flicked on the radio to try and distract himself from thoughts of Tim but he couldn’t seem to shake the sad, empty feeling.
He sighed heavily as he turned a corner and stopped at a light. Ives slumped back in his seat and rested his forehead against the cool glass of his window. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a brightly colored sign above a cheery glass store front.
‘Pete’s Pets’, it read in bold green colors.
Ives raised his eyebrows, flicked on his turn signal and pulled into the parking spot just outside the building.
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Paco was sitting cross legged on his bed studiously playing Grand Theft Auto when Jaime slumped into his room.
“She wouldn’t talk to you either, huh hermano?” Paco drawled, not looking away from the screen as he spoke.
Jamie threw himself onto Paco’s bed and buried his face in the pillows.
“No, I have no idea what’s wrong with her. Whenever I try to ask, or even tell her that she’s acting differently, she shouts at me,” Jaime moaned.
Paco snorted derisively, “She threw three books and her pencil jar at me.”
Jaime lifted his head and glanced back over his shoulder at Paco.
“The big heavy metal one?” he asked.
“That’s the one,” Paco affirmed and promptly crashed the car he was driving into a parking meter.
“Ay dios mio,” Jaime sighed.
“I know, that thing came out of nowhere,” Paco complained, glaring at the TV screen.
“No man, I mean about Brenda. What’s her deal, man?” Jaime asked hopelessly.
“Maybe it’s a chick thing,” Paco suggested as he pulled a man out of a parked car and kicked him a few times.
Jaime sat up. “You think so?” he asked, interestedly.
Paco shrugged. “Well, it’s not a guy thing and it’s not a normal person thing. What else is left?”
Jaime shrugged. “No se.”
“Maybe we should ask a girl,” Paco suggested, trying unsuccessfully to evade several police cars. “Ask Maligro or something.”
“Maligro’s too young to get girl things,” Jaime pointed out derisively.
“Your mom?” Paco tried again.
“La tu ya,” Jaime shot back and Paco turned to glare at him and crashed into a police car. “Anyway they’re too old.”
“Hmmm, what about that girl in the Titans? What’s her name? Wonder Butt?” Paco asked.
“Her name is Wonder Girl,” Jaime corrected.
“Whatever. It should be Wonder Butt,” Paco insisted.
Jaime smiled and hit Paco with his own pillow. A wrestling match ensued, at the end of which Jaime was forced to concede that Paco had a point. He probably should ask Wonder Butt.
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“Let me get this straight,” Cassie asked incredulously, “she’s moody, quieter and doesn’t spend as much time around you guys as she used to and you want to know if this is a girl thing?”
Jaime nodded at her eagerly, obviously waiting for her to smile beatifically down at him and assure him that it was, indeed, a girl thing and that it would all blow over soon.
“I mean, she was always moody before, but lately it’s getting to be a bit too much to handle,” he added sheepishly.
She gave him a quelling look.
“Well, what’s going on with her?” she asked.
“That’s what I want to know,” Jaime replied.
“No, I mean, what’s going on in her life? Any big changes? She just break up with someone? Did her cat die? Did she put on a few extra pounds? What?”
“Well, her dad just died and she’s living with her aunt now - “ Jaime began and Cassie cut him off.
“Her dad just died and you’re here asking me why she’s been moody and depressed lately? How obtuse are you?” Cassie asked, disbelievingly. No wonder the laundry list of things Jaime had hit her with had seemed so familiar. Brenda was pulling the same shit Tim was.
Cassie almost started to feel bad for Jaime, and then he opened his mouth again.
“Yeah but I didn’t think that was such a big deal. I mean she didn’t even like him,” Jaime said defensively.
Cassie rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t matter, numb nuts.”
Jaime furrowed his brows. “It doesn’t?”
“No it -“ Cassie paused and thought for a minute. “You know, I’m not the best person to tell you how to deal with her. You want to know how a person needs to be handled in that situation, you should talk to Robin. I’m just as lost in this situation as you are.”
Jaime looked down cast.
Tim had left the team a little more than two months ago. Ostensibly to spend more time focusing on Gotham now that Batman was out of the picture, but Cassie was pretty sure it was just another excuse to withdraw even further than he had.
He called Cassie every once in a while to check on things at the Tower, but he didn’t even drop by to visit anymore.
Cassie saw more of Red Arrow than she did of Robin these days.
He didn’t seem to respond warmly to anyone, anymore. Even Dick was having a hard time drawing him out. Tim almost always worked solo and refused any case that wasn’t directly related to Gotham City.
Cassie worried more and more about him everyday and she was all out of excuses to go over and visit him.
Well, now Jaime had one and maybe his little quest would be beneficial to everyone involved.
Cassie was certain that if enough people kept coming at Tim, his defenses would eventually wear down. Jaime was a perfect candidate as a solider for the War on Tim, whether he knew it or not.
He was easy going, determined and didn’t give up easily. He also had this air of wide eyed innocence about him that made it less likely that Tim would suspect an ulterior motive. At least until he realized that it was Cassie who sent Jaime his way.
Then he might get annoyed with her but at least he’d be feeling something.
“You can head into Gotham City tonight. He’s not working on a big case or anything right now, so he should have time to talk to you,” Cassie instructed and Jaime nodded his head reluctantly.
“What’s wrong?” Cassie asked with faux exasperation.
Jaime grimaced and looked up at her. “He scares me a little.”
Cassie sighed and turned away from Jaime to look sadly out her bedroom window. “These days, Jaime, he scares me too.”
Part Two
A/N: Fandom at large needs a Jaime/Tim icon. *eyes up Flist* Welllllllllllllllllllll?
Prepare for cross-posting madness in 5...4...3...2...