Pairing(s): JayTim

Warnings: None (Unless fluffiness needs to be forewarned)

Rating: K+

Snippet: "Fine. But you better not hide my coffee make like you did the last time I let you take me to bed."

"There are three more behind you." Tim said, his voice sounding tinny due to the voice synthesiser that Batman made him speak through.

"Thanks, Babybird." Jason replied. He spun 180 degrees and took out the three thugs who were sneaking up behind him. "Anymore?"

"Just the one cowering in the alley to your right. I wouldn't worry too much about him, though." A light static sound came through the comm-link as Tim laughed. "I think he just wet himself."

Jason snorted. "What a baby."

"I've already placed a call to the GCPD. They should be arriving soon."

"Sweet. Guess I'll call it a night, then." Jason said as he grappled to the nearest rooftop. "Mind if I drop round yours first? My gun isn't shooting straight tonight."

The constant tapping of Tim's fingers as they danced across his keyboard paused. "I hope that wasn't some sort of euphemism, Hood."

Jason snorted again. "Ha! You wish, Babybird. So, is that a yes?"

"Sure. I'll drop the security when you arrive."

Twenty minutes later, Jason stepped through Tim's window into his apartment hallway. The window closed automatically behind him with a soft 'click' as the security system reset itself. Jason walked to the end of the hallway and jogged up the small ramp that led to Tim's loft; the only room in the apartment that wasn't currently swathed in darkness.

Tim was sitting in his wheelchair in front of several computer monitors that had been attached to the far wall. The lit screens flooded the room in bright light. Jason fell onto the couch next to Tim's computer bank and removed his helmet.

"There's an access to the sewage system 400 yards to your left." Tim spoke into his headset. He was typing on his keyboard, bringing up different security camera angles of Nightwing running down one of Gotham's streets. "Well, you're welcome to stay above ground if you like, but I doubt you can outrun all those dogs and I really don't want to have to explain to Batman that you were viciously mauled to death because you were too much of a girl to hide in a sewage pipe."

Jason choked back a laugh as he slipped off his boots and set his jacket on the back of the couch. Tim's hand slid off his keyboard to rest on Jason's knee for a split second before returning to typing at lightening speed. His eyes never left the monitors in front of him, but Jason knew it was Tim's way of saying 'hello, I do know you're there, just give me a minute'.

"I'm sending a map of the sewage system to your gauntlet's GPS. Can you find your way out safely, or do I need to babysit you for the rest of the night?" Tim let out a sweet, breathy laugh at whatever Nightwing replied with. "Okay, and try not to get lost."

Tim's fingers glided across the keyboard, changing the security footage of the sewage pipe that Nightwing had just disappeared into, to the security footage of Batman and Robin resting on top of one of Gotham's many gargoyles. "Psych calling Batman. I'm signing off early tonight. Can you survive without me for the next few hours?" Tim listened to the answer and nodded as if Batman could actually see him. "Thanks, Psych out."

With a loud sigh, Tim tuned out of all comm-link frequencies, switched his computers back to the home screen, and removed his headset. He spun his wheelchair to face Jason. "Well, that was a busy night."

"You look tired." Jason noted. He leant forward to press a chaste kiss to Tim's lips.

"I'm okay." Tim said, trying to act less tired then he felt. His eyes were red rimmed from staring at the computer screens for too long and although he had lost track of how long he had been awake for, the amount of coffee mugs that were scattered across the room told him that it had to have been for more than 48 hours.

"Liar." Jason breathed against his lips. He slid one arm underneath Tim's knees and wrapped the other around his back, lifting him from his chair. "Time for bed, Babybird."

"Hey!" Tim protested, trying to wriggle out of Jason's grip and back into his wheelchair. "What about your guns? You said they needed fixing!"

Jason just chuckled. "Tim, you just willingly logged out for the rest of the night and I didn't even have to bribe you. There's no way I'm going to keep you up by giving you more work to do. It can wait a while."

"But if I don't get it done tonight, then you might not get it fixed for the rest of the week!"

"It can wait, Tim." Jason repeated, slipping into his Red Hood voice. "I've got other guns that I can use, but you need some actual sleep."

Tim glared at Jason for a long moment before finally giving in. "Fine. But you better not hide my coffee make like you did the last time I let you take me to bed."

"No promises, Babybird."