AN: Hey, just a short piece of what passes for fluff when Jason is invited into a fic. This is my first fic and i don't have a beta yet, if you anything wrong just let me know and I'll fix it when i put up the next bit. Writing this was more fun then i thought it would be so I plan on adding new drabbles as chapters. Thanks for reading!
Tim hummed happily to himself as he worked the plastic casing off his miniaturized computer (or Batputer as Bart insisted on calling it). Sure, swinging though Gotham and sparring with Dick were amazing, but sometimes he thought this was the best part of the job. A chance to sit and tinker with some of the most advanced tech on planet. Tonight he was replacing the casing with a new kryptonite alloy; steel fused with a trace of red K, invented by Star Labs last month. The new alloy blocked electromagnetic pulses, lowering the chance of being cut off from the information stream at a critical moment. Tim would have made the switch weeks ago, but he had to be sure the metal wouldn't actually affect any of the Supers' judgment; even it was unlikely at these low levels. A Kryptonian with lowered inhibitions is rarely helpful. A night off with a new project! Tim had been looking forward to this for days.
Jason Todd crashing through the window, dripping blood and muttering a steady stream of curses was an unwelcome surprise. Tim snatched his utility belt off the coffee table and back flipped behind the couch before the glass had time to finish falling. Tim's heart was pounding in his throat. Sometimes Jay wanted to hang out. Sometimes Jay wanted to kill him. It was a complicated relationship. Better to stay behind the couch while he tested the waters. "Hey Jason, what's up?'
Jay growled, "Bane is chasing me that's what'. He spit what looked like part of a chipped tooth out onto the rug and made a disgusted face. "I'm really starting to dislike that guy.'
"And you led him here?' The young crime fighter gazed with despair at what used to a small, neat apartment. "I just got this place the way I like it.'
"Don't be such a girl' Jason sneered "it's not like this is your only safe house- anyway, I lost him a few blocks back. I just need a few stitches.'
Tim sighed, "If you wanted to hang out you could have just knocked, we both know you're perfectly capable of putting in your own sti-', Tim's words were cut off as Jay turned around to show him a huge, nasty gash cutting across his back.
Tim swallowed, "since when does Bane use a sword?'
His adopted brother hesitated, "the son of a bitch took my machete' he answered, the resentment clear in his voice.
Tim might have laughed at the way big, tough night terror of a vigilante was sulking- if only there was a little less blood. He nodded to himself, "the first aid kit is in the bathroom.' His computer could wait.