TheSaint
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The uncomfortable ride back to the academy did indeed have Tim leaning away from Jason as they wove through the roads. Tim liked motorcycles quite a bit himself, though he hadn’t been in the passenger seat in some time. Once more he considered how completely unlikely it was that he had spent most of his night with Jason Todd.
Though his discomfort had faded, Tim was always apprehensive around the person he ‘replaced’. The fight had been awful, Tim hadn’t exactly gone down like a sack of potatoes, he’d stood his ground for a good while. Of course, the madness of the pit and Jason’s absolute willingness to kill had been the edge that lead to Tim nearly being killed.
Tim had thrown himself harder into training since then, never wanting to be humiliated like that again. He’d been humbled well, knowing full well he was capable but not quite as capable as Jason, or Dick Grayson.
The answer sent a chill through Tim, he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around Jason’s lingering fixation on him. The way Jason held his hand close, a cold reminder Tim was indebted to him now, had added to the sense of dread pooling.
Why did the Red Hood need to torment him at every opportunity?
An uncomfortable level of tension had been building between them over the last few months, something Tim wasn’t sure what to do with. He wasn’t ready to come to blows with Jason, he certainly didn’t want to.
He was older, wiser, and well aware he had a road ahead of him to match strength to the level of rage he’d encountered.
Silence for the rest of the ride, Tim could feel his mood changing and elevating as the remedy Jason provided took effect. No concerns lingered for much longer, he was flying and it felt fairly incredible to be able to relax.
A nearly chaotic trip to the room had Tim nearly slipping as they snuck back inside, Tim inwardly cursing as Jason helped him. The last thing he wanted was to deepen this debt, were it possible. One thing he did stop to do was finish the half-smoked joint he’d been given by Jason, not wanting to waste it and not wanting to store it in his room. The small last act of rebellion had at least put him into a more relaxed state of mind.
Now soaking wet but safely inside the building, Tim peeled his own soaking wet shirt off, thanking Jason for the dry one offered.
Something caught Tim’s eye, something of his, a trunk he’d asked Alfred to send over when he’d left earlier that day. For some reason, the trunk was sitting in Jason’s room, along with another bag of his.
“You’re shitting me” Tim said, turning towards the second desk to see another case from Alfred that contained a few more personal items. “They did it. They stuck us in the same room” More anxiety-laden words left the young Robin as he began taking in the items occupying the formerly empty half of the dorm.
Perhaps the administration had put them together because they had both grown up at Wayne manor, they wouldn’t know it had been at fairly different times.
The silver lining Tim found and held to was knowing he wouldn’t have to exit the room, he found himself tossing Jason’s dry shirt back before shrugging. His own things were here, though he was still obviously bewildered that he’d been moved in with Jason.
Pulling a few dry clothing items, Tim stepped behind the screen and changed out of his wet clothing, putting grey sweatpants and a loose t -shirt on. He flopped onto his own bed, laying flat on his back, he wasn’t tired yet but the idea of actually laying down in bed after such an awful night had been too much to resist.
“Tonight was weird” Tim finally said, an actual laugh laced into the words.
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Though his discomfort had faded, Tim was always apprehensive around the person he ‘replaced’. The fight had been awful, Tim hadn’t exactly gone down like a sack of potatoes, he’d stood his ground for a good while. Of course, the madness of the pit and Jason’s absolute willingness to kill had been the edge that lead to Tim nearly being killed.
Tim had thrown himself harder into training since then, never wanting to be humiliated like that again. He’d been humbled well, knowing full well he was capable but not quite as capable as Jason, or Dick Grayson.
The answer sent a chill through Tim, he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around Jason’s lingering fixation on him. The way Jason held his hand close, a cold reminder Tim was indebted to him now, had added to the sense of dread pooling.
Why did the Red Hood need to torment him at every opportunity?
An uncomfortable level of tension had been building between them over the last few months, something Tim wasn’t sure what to do with. He wasn’t ready to come to blows with Jason, he certainly didn’t want to.
He was older, wiser, and well aware he had a road ahead of him to match strength to the level of rage he’d encountered.
Silence for the rest of the ride, Tim could feel his mood changing and elevating as the remedy Jason provided took effect. No concerns lingered for much longer, he was flying and it felt fairly incredible to be able to relax.
A nearly chaotic trip to the room had Tim nearly slipping as they snuck back inside, Tim inwardly cursing as Jason helped him. The last thing he wanted was to deepen this debt, were it possible. One thing he did stop to do was finish the half-smoked joint he’d been given by Jason, not wanting to waste it and not wanting to store it in his room. The small last act of rebellion had at least put him into a more relaxed state of mind.
Now soaking wet but safely inside the building, Tim peeled his own soaking wet shirt off, thanking Jason for the dry one offered.
Something caught Tim’s eye, something of his, a trunk he’d asked Alfred to send over when he’d left earlier that day. For some reason, the trunk was sitting in Jason’s room, along with another bag of his.
“You’re shitting me” Tim said, turning towards the second desk to see another case from Alfred that contained a few more personal items. “They did it. They stuck us in the same room” More anxiety-laden words left the young Robin as he began taking in the items occupying the formerly empty half of the dorm.
Perhaps the administration had put them together because they had both grown up at Wayne manor, they wouldn’t know it had been at fairly different times.
The silver lining Tim found and held to was knowing he wouldn’t have to exit the room, he found himself tossing Jason’s dry shirt back before shrugging. His own things were here, though he was still obviously bewildered that he’d been moved in with Jason.
Pulling a few dry clothing items, Tim stepped behind the screen and changed out of his wet clothing, putting grey sweatpants and a loose t -shirt on. He flopped onto his own bed, laying flat on his back, he wasn’t tired yet but the idea of actually laying down in bed after such an awful night had been too much to resist.
“Tonight was weird” Tim finally said, an actual laugh laced into the words.
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