Lunch Break
A Word: The-Batcow asked for Jason slipping naughty things into Tim's lunch and asked for a reaction from Tim.
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Jason was a dead man walking and Tim didn't even feel the slightest bit guilty for that thought. Not when he had to oh so casually peel a picture of a naked man —dear lord was that Dick!?— off of his turkey sandwich. While in a room with far too many sharp-eyed corporate brown nosers who would really benefit the world by disappearing off the Wayne payroll. They were sharks who knew how precarious their positions were and this whole meeting was essentially one drop of blood from becoming a feeding frenzy to cull the herd.
Tim smiled blandly at Jackie who eyed the picture he was folding up —yes, that grin was all Dick and maybe Tim would kill him a little too— with the keen interest of self-preservation. Her voice was saccharin sweet as she chirped just loud enough to draw attention, "Does your girlfriend pack you love notes with lunch?"
God dammit, Jason. Tim smiled and let himself flush a little as he bit back rage. "Sometimes he does, yes. Usually I pack my own lunch though."
Like he had that morning while Jason had done an incredible impression of a log in their bed. When he'd gone in and sabotaged Tim's lunch was beyond him at the moment.
Yolanda, across the table from him, sneered but said nothing. There were very firm policies in place to keep employees from being harassed for their sexuality, and whatever hang ups the woman had weren't welcome under Tim's watch. Tim made a mental note to look closer at the woman, make sure she was actually keeping her opinions to herself when he wasn't looking right at her.
"That's sweet," Jim said with an empty smile that was probably meant to be encouraging. His tone just bland enough to shout, 'Look how many fucks I give about the gay guy.'
"Yes," Tim agreed. Actively trying to channel some of the famous Wayne vapidness. Jackie tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. Tim looked down at the safety folded picture and immediately saw the word cock printed in Jason's neat block letters. He quickly slid the thing into a folder he'd brought with him. Eyes catching a few more choice phrases Jason had written on the back of the photo. In, Tim rubbed the residue between his fingers, sparkly purple marker.
"He's a real sweetheart," Tim deliberately bit into the sandwich. Eying the bag it came in warily. There were fruit and granola bars in there too but Tim didn't trust Jason. The older man wouldn't have stopped at just one. "So," Tim smiled brightly at Yolanda, "HR tells me there was a problem in your office?"
Jason was a dead man. Soon as Tim got off work for the day. Yolanda smirked at Tim and started talking around the problem that he knew all too well was still there. He let her have her way for the moment as he tried to pull out a bottle of water. Abandoning it for a lost cause the second he saw the taped edge of another photo and the hint of red hair. Jason was so dead. Possibly as soon as this meeting was finished.
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Yes, Jason did have a naked selfie of himself in the bag. Around the banana he'd put in there in place of an apple. The other photos were just interesting blackmail material he scored from Babs and has been hoarding for a rainy day. Or, you know, the day before he knows Tim'll be meeting with the subjects of said photos for a tactics brainstorming session. One that he's now fully ensured will be spent with Tim firmly avoiding all eye contact.