Synopsis: It's Valentine's Day and Jason has a date. Who is this girl who that has Jason all tied up in knots? Dick and Tim decide to find out.

Jason's Love

Part 1

A very interesting conversation takes place over and after a hot bath.

"It's ready when you are," Dick said

" . . . Thanks . . . I think I need your help getting me there . . . My legs aren't supporting my right now."

Dick picked up Tim and headed into Tim's private bathroom. "You know, today is Valentine's Day. Do you think Bats is going to spend the night with Catwoman?" Dick asked. 'Weird thought but I don't want to go on patrol if he is.'

"Don't you have a date with Barbara?" Tim asked.

"Long story but the ending is no...I don't," Dick replied.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Steph and I haven't been on speaking terms either. I wonder if Jason is seeing anyone."

"Maybe. Who's Scarlet? I was messing with his phone and he talks to her a lot."

"Scarlet? As in Scarlet O'Hara?" Tim asked. "That's not a common name. Maybe we should ask him." Dick helped Tim into the tub and turned on the jets. 'Oh man, did that feel good.' Tim thought. "I could soak in here all day." Tim could feel the jets working out the soreness.

"But you can't. You have to help me find out who Scarlet is," Dick said.

"Okay . . . Damn I wish I hadn't broke my laptop I could have done a search. We could check his phone messages. You could borrow his phone."

"How?" Dick asked. "He knows I have one."

"You could say you left yours back at your apartment and you need to make a private call. We can at least get Scarlet's number than do a search. She might even have an email address."

"Great idea, Tim. Are you ready to get out?"

"Do you really want an honest opinion?" Tim questioned back. He really didn't want to get out, but he thought of a better alternative. "Can I come back later?"

"Of course." Dick grabbed a towel preparing to hand it to Tim.

Tim tried to push himself up and get his feet under him, but his arms were about as weak as his legs. He slipped back into the water.

" . . . Umph . . . " He tried again and promptly slipped again. 'I'm going to have bruises on my butt.' Tim tried one more time. 'I almost had it.' And he flopped back down, slipping almost under the water and soaking Dick in turn. "I think I need a little help."

Dick's shirt was soaked and he couldn't help but laugh. "Hold on." He grabbed a spare towel and helped Tim to get out of the tub.

"I think I need to work on strengthening my arms and legs . . .To be honest . . .if it wasn't for the chin nah techniques, Boyer would have beaten the hell out of me." Tim could not help think about the altercation at school. Bill Boyer was large for a teen. He was built like a football player, but he wasn't on the team. He wondered if Boyer really was a student. He would have to investigate him once he had the chance.

"Well Bruce said when you heal that gash on your head you can start exercising. Jason and Damian as well as me will train you."

"Thanks . . . It did feel good being back out there . . . I just hope . . ."

"You will get back out there," Dick insisted. "Now let's get you dressed."

"Okay . . . How about just a T-shirt and sweats for now . . . I was thinking since none of us have dates . . . . Except for Dad . . . We might go out . . . And if Jason does have a date . . . Who knows we might run into them."

"Okay, sounds like a plan." Dick grabbed sweats, boxers and a T-shirt.

Tim sat on the bed and dressed himself. He didn't want Dick to worry, but after slipping in the tub a few times, his head was spinning a bit. He hadn't had anything to eat yet today. He looked over at the cold breakfast that Alfred delivered earlier and just dismissed it. 'I'll have lunch later.' Tim thought. "So, you want to do some exercising or help me with my science fair project."

"Science fair project." Dick stretched. His muscles were also sore. "I'm gonna go get Jason's phone."

"Okay." Tim thought about school again. Boyer wasn't the only bully. And he suspected that Boyer was the one behind most of what was going on. The other day, Tim witnessed another student buying drugs from Boyer's little gang. 'I didn't have the opportunity to investigate . . . Not in the way I'd like. Something was going on there.'

Dick opened Jason's door to see he was texting someone. There was a smile on Jason's face. "Hey, can I use your phone to call Barbara? I left mine at my apartment."

Jason glared at Dick. "Not my problem."

"Please Jason? It will be quick!"

Jason rolled his eyes. "Fine." Jason hurried and finished his text and tossed Dick the phone. "Hurry up."

Dick caught the phone and did a small victory dance in his head and running back to Tim's room, he gave his brother a wide grin as he held up the phone.

"You got it? Great," Tim exclaimed. Tim grabbed a piece of paper. "Better give Barbara a quick call. He might just check his phone to see if you actually used it."

Dick dialed Babs' number. 'She was the one who wanted space. She's going to kill me for calling."

"If she's not there just leave her a quick message then we can check Scarlet's number."

Dick got her voice mail, but he didn't feel like leaving a message. He hung up and went through recent calls. Finding Scarlet's number he gave it to Tim.

"Email?" Tim asked.

"Hmmmm? No, nothing."

"Let's check his latest text in his sent folder while we're at it."

"It says he misses her with a heart. So he is in a relationship with her?"

"Looks like it," Tim said. "Better get the phone back to him before he barges in here . . . He'll check your room first." Tim took the paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

Making sure they were out of the sent folder Dick went back to Jason. "Sorry about that."

The phone let out an alert saying someone texted him. Jason was quick to snatch it away and check.

"Get out!" Jason ordered.

Without hesitation Dick left and went back to Tim's room, grinning.

"Boy, I heard that clear in here. Isn't he ever in a good mood?"

"Well, no, but whomever Scarlet is, it makes him happy. He smiled at the text but got angry with me."

"Now we really have to find out who this Scarlet is, if she can do that to Jason," Tim replied.

"Yeah. If I give you my laptop do you think you could work on that?"

"You bet," Tim said smiling. Tim's laptop was still in pieces and he hadn't had a chance to remove the hard drive.

Dick went over to his room and unplugged it, bringing it back to Tim. "Here you are," handing the machine over to Tim.

Tim opened Dick's laptop and typed in the number. "Hmmmm. The number is unlisted, but I think I can back track it." Tim did a little more typing. "Her name is Sasha . . . No last name that I can find . . . Wait . . .She was one of Professor Pyg's prisoners. She testified against him. Apparently Damian was involved with saving her and then Jason also helped her. She's Jason's partner."

"Ithink I remember her," Dick replied. "She's Jason's partner? Well, I thought he worked alone. How did she crack his hard shell?"

"Don't know, but I intend to find out," Tim replied, getting more curious.

"We shall not judge who Jason has given his heart to."

"You're right . . . Though I bet Jason would like to do a number on Professor Pyg."

"I'm surprised he hasn't yet," Dick

"He can't. Pyg's in Ark-ham," Tim said, stretching out the second half of the word.

Dick gave him a curious look.

"Sorry, no pun intended."

"That shouldn't have stopped him. Maybe Scarlet told him not to?"

"Maybe . . ."

"Has our brother fallen hard for her?" Dick questioned. "What else can you pull up? Or is that it?"

"Only that Pyg tried to use some kind of drug on her and several other people through these masks, but it didn't work on her. Her face though was badly scarred."

"Maybe we should talk to him about it?"

"Jason? Are you kidding? I'd rather talk with a boa constrictor."

"You're not far from the truth. He'd probably bite my head off. Oh, never mind. He already did. Ready to get some lunch?"

"Yeah, let's go."

Continues with Part 2