A/N Soooo...I had the urge to write about this pairing, and I've kind of been working on this forever trying to make it better... But whatever. I think it's probably fine. Maybe. Anyway, reviews are always appreciated. Thanks for reading.
Dick would never tell anyone, but he always knew when there was a fight coming. Jason would be tense, anxious, and start staying out later and later. Tim would alternate between being completely absorbed in his work (night and day) and nagging Jason to stay home. He knew there wasn't anything he could do, but it made him nervous. There was always that week of anticipation waiting to see if this fight would be their last.
Tim could never remember how it started. Maybe it was when Jason came home late for the fifth night in a row, smelling like smoke and gunpowder. Maybe it was when Tim went patrolling without telling Jason, and even though he had every right to, Jason was still worried.
"God Jace, can't you just come home like, 2 hours earlier and what the hell are you doing anyway?"
"Well I would be home if you would just fucking pay attention to me for ONE GODDAMN SECOND! Jesus Christ, it's like you're not even there!"
"Well somebody has to be doing SOMETHING. And maybe I would pay more attention to you if you didn't smell like beer and gunpowder and there are at least five cigarette packs in the trash! And you've changed the bullets in your gun twice this week, and..." Tim had more, way more, but Jason cut him off.
"What about you, Boundaries Man? You know all this, but I can't touch any of your stuff and even your fucking bedside table has a lock on it! And you go completely ape shit if I ask what you're doing on the goddamn computer, that you never stop working on anyway? And what am I supposed to do? Just sit at home and wait for you to finish superheroing around like a good little boy?" Jason shook his head, staring at Tim for a long moment. Finally, he grabbed his leather jacket off the couch and stormed out, slamming the door as he left.
Tim could feel his eyes stinging. It's nothing. He'll come back. And if he doesn't...maybe I don't need him. He knew it was a lie, but necessary all the same. He tried going back to his research, but the words were blurry, and all he could think about was Jason. Jaybird. Jace. His...
He went to take a shower, turning the water to hot, hot, hot, and curling into a ball on the bottom of the tub. The water pounded on his back, his neck and caused trails of water down his face. He hoped he wasn't crying.
Jason got his motorcycle and took off, speeding down the highway, dodging between cars, running red lights and going well over the speed limit. God. Tim was going to be... Shit. He revved and took a corner too sharp, almost skidding off the road. Damn. He needed to disappear. Maybe Blüdhaven. Find a bar, get far away from his problems, it had always worked before. Yeah, sure, just keep telling yourself that. That you can forget him; that you don't need him. It was a thought he didn't particularly care to contemplate as he swerved between several cars, crossed a double yellow and took the freeway entrance to Blüdhaven.
