This has been eating at me for days and I finally got around to posting it, yes. This is literally my first JayTim fic and it's probably horrible but here. Not all the events in this are exactly in order or correct but this is how the story came to me so yeah. Just go with it please.
Walkin' along because the night is dead...
"One-fifty, please." Tim handed a five-dollar bill to the cashier. "Thank you, three-fifty is your change."
"Thanks," he mumbled as he walked out the door tearing off the corner of his bag of gummy bears.
He stepped onto the crowded sidewalk of downtown Gotham. Tim was still getting used to the amount of people that inhabited the streets during the day. He usually got to see Gotham at night and, while Gotham never slept, there were still people out but not like this. Gotham definitely looked a lot different during the day, too. The city was still dark and the skies still polluted, but the atmosphere was substantially lighter. It was the weekend, too. Kids were out with their families. It was a warmer day in the spring. It was like a different city.
He was lucky to even be out today. His photography teacher assigned them homework to fill up a roll of film with whatever caught their eye. Nothing caught his eye in the manor anymore, so it was the perfect opportunity to get out and go explore the city during the day. At first Bruce objected, but after a lot of convincing and pouting (Tim got a bit out of character for this one) Bruce finally let him go. And now, his roll of film was halfway filled up with strange architecture, wildlife and odd things.
Across the street from the convenience store was an old church. It was so old, the city just built up around it, as it was labeled a "historical landmark" in Gotham. People still attended service there on Sundays but every other day it was empty. No one went in and no one came out. Except Tim saw the boarded up window from the one time someone did get in and out. That was when he and Batman had to break in because this guy was going to set it on fire, claiming the priest raped him when he was six and he wanted his revenge. He never found out if it was true or not, but it was enough to make sure Tim never set foot in that church, or any church for that matter.
He thought it was strange how the church contrasted with the rest of the city. Surrounding it were skyscrapers and office building that towered however many stories high while the church reached two. Everything around it was modern and new but the church had an "eighteen-hundred feel," as Dick described it. The rest of the city was huge, for giants. The church was compact and tiny.
Stuffing the bag of gummy bears into his jean pocket, Tim walked towards the edge of the sidewalk, stopping just before it met the street, and focused his camera on the church. After he snapped the picture, Tim noticed someone looking at him from across the street near the steps of the church. The stranger was staring at him. As the stranger brought a cigarette to his lips, Tim couldn't help but stare back. His hair was dark against his light complexion, except for one streak of white. His face was handsome, and although he couldn't see his eyes from where he was standing, he could tell they were probably amazing. Like his face. He was taller than Tim and had a slightly larger build but he didn't look too old. Seventeen or eighteen, maybe. He wore jeans and a black t-shirt, nothing flashy. Except his face, because wow. No, Tim wasn't thinking that of course.
Tim wanted to capture it though.
He lifted his camera and focused on the man. The man looked straight at the camera… and smiled.
Click.
Tim's bag of gummy bears fell out of his pocket. He quickly picked it up off the ground and just barely missed the man turning the corner. He wasn't sure why but he began to walk in that direction, running across the street when there weren't any cars coming. He ran down the street, turning the same corner and just barely missing him turn into an alleyway. He had a look on his face that almost dared Tim to follow him. And that's what Tim did.
What if he was a serial killer? What if Bruce was sending spies to check up on him? Robin kicked in and made him actually think about what he was doing. When Tim didn't like the possible outcomes, he completely blocked Robin out and turned into the alleyway. Where the man was standing against the wall, waiting for him.
Tim's heart skipped a beat. His eyes were green.
"Following me?" The man asked with a smirk.
Tim almost didn't respond because his voice. It was perfect. Deep and husky. Tim could hear the amusement in his voice. "Kind of…"
Oh man, that was stupid.
"Really." He walked towards Tim, stopping just a few inches away from him. Looking down, he smiled. "I noticed you taking pictures."
Tim blushed. "Yeah."
"What for?" Tim could smell the smoke from his clothes.
"A homework assignment. I have to fill up a roll of film."
"Of what?"
"Anything that catches my eye," Tim tried to say with as much of a flirty tone that he could muster up.
And it worked, he guessed, because Tim noticed a hint of a blush on the man's face.
"What's your name?"
"Tim. Yours?"
"Jason."
"Jason." Hm. It sounded familiar. "You look like a Jason."
Oh God, what did he just say.
Jason raised his eyebrow in a questioning manner. "I look like a Jason."
"Yeah."
"How so?"
"There's just some people that have names that don't suit them at all. Jason suits you, though. I couldn't imagine you with another name."
"I think I'm supposed to be flattered."
"It was a compliment."
"Then I'm flattered, Tim. Your name suits you, too."
Time smiled. "Thanks."
There was a moment of silence before any of them spoke again.
"So… I caught your eye."
"You did."
"Did you even take the picture?"
"Mhmm." Tim took the camera out of his pocket. "I'd show you, but it's not developed yet."
"That's fine. I probably look horrible anyway."
"No, I think you came out perfect," Tim mumbled, grinning.
Jason bit his lip. "Maybe you can show me?"
Tim opened his mouth and closed it again. Was he asking to see him again?
"Maybe I can."
"I'd like to see the rest of the pictures, too. If you don't mind."
"It's fine," Tim blurted a little too quickly. "I mean, sure."
"Cool." Jason looked right into his eyes. "When can I see you?"
"Uh." Tim could feel his face warm again. "Are you available Monday?"
"After school?"
"Yeah."
"Of course." Jason smiled. "I'll pick you up."
"You drive?"
"You don't?"
"Not a lot."
"Why not?"
"''s not my thing."
"Driving's not your thing."
"I don't like to drive."
"Hm." Jason smiled at him. Just as he was about to say something, his phone rang. "Sorry, a friend of mine. Hold on."
Tim nodded.
"Hello? Kori, hey. Yeah, I'm downtown actually… Who, Roy? Tell him he can go to-" He smiled apologetically at Tim. "Alright, fine. I'll be there soon."
"Nice set of friends you got there," Tim joked.
"Tch. Yeah."
"Girlfriend?"
"If you mean girl that is a friend, then yes."
"Mhmm."
"Seriously." Jason tucked his phone back into his pocket. "Besides," Jason started, glancing at Tim. "I play for the other team anyway."
Tim blushed for the umpteenth time.
"I have to go. But I'll pick you up after school on Monday. Promise." He took his phone out again and handed it to Tim. "Can… can I have your number? Just in case I need to, you know, text you."
"Sure." He plugged his number into Jason's contacts. It looked like he was the only Tim in his contacts so he didn't put his last name(s) and handed it back to Jason. "If I don't text back, I'm asleep."
Something sparked in Tim's heart.
"Yeah, sure." Jason grinned. Tim was beginning to really love his smile, grin, smirk, whatever it was. "Bye Tim."
There was something growing in Tim's chest.
"Bye Jason."
It was getting bigger.
Okay. Ew. Anyway, if you wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate a review :)