T (Maybe borderline M) for Jason & Dami's bad mouths!
Pairing(s): DamiTim, JayTim, Slight JayDami, and very very slight DickDami/Tim
Disclaimer: Characters belong to DC. Lucky bastards.
It was weird to say the least, in Tim's opinion. Lately (as in the past three months) he and Damian didn't fight as much as they usually did. Sure, the usual scuffle, mostly over Dick's attention or trivial matters, to say the least, but the younger boy hadn't the usual bite behind his insults like in the past. Tim rifled through the news paper Alfred had set on the table, and reached for his coffee.
"Drake," Damian said in acknowledgment. The 16 year old sat down across from him, looking expectantly at Alfred to deliver his breakfast to him.
"A good morning to you, too, Master Damian," Alfred said, a hint of exasperation in his voice.
Damian said nothing, still staring at Alfred and waiting for his breakfast. He wouldn't give in and show respect to a mere servant, after all. However, the lack of response from his...brother...Tim, irritated him slightly.
Tim looked up at his younger brother, feeling his eyes boring holes into him. Gracing the younger Wayne with a slight smile, Tim set his coffee down. "Morning, Demon," He said. His insults had lost their bite, too, over the years. They were almost like real brothers, now, minus the homicidal moments in the past.
Damian scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest, his glaring not as intense. "Where is father?" Damian asks curiously, not seeing him all morning.
"Master Bruce had business over in Germany," Alfred answered, pouring hot coffee in his cup. "He didn't want to wake either of you. It was last minute."
"I see..." Damian murmurs, taking a sip of the coffee without thanking the butler. He'd begun to hate the day. All he ever did was mull around, annoying Tim, Bruce, Alfred or whoever happened to be around until they kicked him out of whatever room they were in. So, he would end up training by himself or playing chess online. It was only at night, on patrol in Gotham, that he got any kind of amusement. However, now that Bruce was out, it would be even more boring, if that was even possible...
Tim looked over at Damian, folding the newspaper neatly. "Hey Dami," He said, a slightly flush going over him at the nickname he never used often for the boy, "You want to go out for the day? Later we'll go on patrol together."
Damian stares up at Tim in complete surprise, blinking a few times. "What?" Damian asks in confusion. Tim never asked him to go anywhere before and he called him by his nickname. Wait...What if this was a spy pretending to be Tim...? Damian's eyes narrow and he starts to visually inspect Tim, looking for any sign of a disguise or illusion. Finding none, he returns to looking bewildered.
Tim furrowed his brows, looking back at Damian. "What? Is there something on my face? Damian?"
"-TT-. It's nothing, Drake. If you wish, I will go with you," Damian tells Tim, covering up the paranoia instilled by his mother and the League of Assassins with his usual aloof attitude.
Tim raised an eyebrow slightly, but brushed it off. He nodded at the boy. "Okay, then. Be ready in about two hours." Tim stood, carrying his plate in hand and made his way to the kitchen. "No worries, Alfred, I got it."
Damian stands and leaves his coffee cup on the table, heading to his room to prepare for the outing.
About 2 hours later
It was Tim's idea to let Alfred stay home, thinking the old man deserved a day without "kids" hanging around for once. Much to Damian's chagrin, they ended up walking out into Gotham City. Damian hadn't started cursing at him all together about where they were going, much to Tim's relief. He knew the younger boy had a secret love for cats (something Dick joked that he must have inherited from their father) and had seen the ad in the paper for the Wild Cat Reservation, and figured the Demon would love it. Even if he didn't expect to find him smiling outwardly about it.
Damian walked silently beside Tim, not knowing where they were going but confident that it wasn't dangerous...And if it was, he had more than enough weapons on him to make Tim wish he was never born. Damian had his guard up and was aware of every little sound around them, as he was trained to do. And why were they walking again? To give the servant a break? "I will never understand you, Drake" Damian grumbles, tired of being quiet.
Tim turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "How so? Because we're walking?" Tim smirked. "Can't let you get pudgy now, can we?"
"The only one getting...pudgy...Would be you. I train nearly every day. You prefer sitting around like a hmar," Damian growls, shooting a glare at Tim's general direction.
Tim frowned, walking a little more briskly. "Oh? You can't even get up and get your own breakfast, Demon. Who's pudgy then, you or me?"
"It is not my job to get my own breakfast. Or do you seek to take the butler's employment? That would be amusing. A hmar and a servant," Damian sneers, speeding up to walk just a bit faster than Tim.
Tim ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply. "Damian, wait up."
Their walk to the Reservation was silent, if not a little tense. Tim had wanted to say something to Damian, but it would probably escalate the way they always did. It wasn't until Damian finally grumbled out an order for Tim to explain where they were that Tim let a small smile stretch over his face. Paying for their admission tickets, Tim nudged the boy ahead of him.
"So? What do you think?" He said, watching Damian eye the sign.
Damain's eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise before his face turns back into the cold mask of before. "This is a new reservation...Is it not?" Damian asks calmly, hiding his eagerness to see his favorite animals.
Tim smirked lightly, turning to look at the sign as well. "Yeah, it is. I figured you'd like to come and see it. You really liked that Wild Cat Event Selina invited us to along with Bruce that one time."
"You are more observant than I previously thought, Drake," Damian murmurs, actually complimenting Tim for once as he walks to the first exhibit. It was a small pride of lions, cubs included, playing and napping.
Tim watched him walk off, slightly surprised. Chuckling quietly to himself, he walked up after Damian. The sixteen year old kept his face guarded, but his blue eyes betrayed him. Tim stole a glance at Damian, watching a light happiness in them.
Damian feels himself relax as he watches the lions. His mind wanders to his old home, minus the killing. And his mother...Also minus the killing. He walks to the next area, where they kept the tigers, and his nostalgia increases. His eyes now held both joy and sorrow but his face stayed as the cool mask of indifference he always gave to protect himself. Emotions, after all, were weakness and weakness led to death.
"What's wrong, Dami?" Tim asked, seeing a slight tense in his shoulders. "You okay?"
"I'm fine" Damian says coldly, hands clenching into fists as he reluctantly leaves the tigers behind and walks to the cheetahs. 'Foolish, Damian, foolish. Feel nothing. Do not show weakness' Damian reprimands himself, taking a deep breath and wiping all the memories away.
Tim hurried up after him, hesitantly resting a hand to Damian's shoulder. "Hey, come on, Demon," Tim tried to joke. "We're brothers. You can tell me. I'm not Dick or anything but-"
Damian flinches at the touch and his hand flies to his side, fingers barely touching a knife under his hoodie. He relaxes slightly when realizing it was just Tim and he shrugs off his touch. "I said, I'm fine, Drake. There is nothing I need to tell you," Damian hisses, shooting a death glare at Tim.
Tim frowned, sighing exasperatedly. "Seriously, Damian," He grumbled. "It's always like this with you. Just when I think I'm taking two steps forward, I'm taking about five more back."
Letting his shoulders slump, Tim walked off ahead of him. Damian watches him go, frowning ever so slightly. After a mini debate in his mind, Damian curses under his breath in Arabic and catches up to Tim.
"Listen, I...I apologize..." Damian mutters, the words sounding all wrong to him. "This...This family, is something new to me. It goes against everything I was ever taught in the League. If I seem cold to you, I...Do not do it on purpose," Damian tries to explain, looking at the floor and kicking a small soda can that was in front of him.
Tim's brows hit his hair line, a small smirk playing across his face. Resting a hand to Damian's shoulder he nudged him forward. "No problem, Dami. I guess Dick's been getting to you a lot more than I thought."
"Hmph," Damian murmurs, crossing his arms over his chest and feeling awkward at spilling his feelings out to Tim.
The day, not exactly to Tim's surprise, went rather smoothly. Minus the argument over where they should eat lunch, what they should for lunch, and how they were getting home. Damian vehemently refused to walk the entire way back when there was a good enough Cadillac waiting back at Wayne Manor.
Damian was now sitting in said Cadillac, smirking smugly since he got what he wanted and excited about tonight's patrol, despite the absence of Batman.
"Sorry, Alfred," Tim said, leaning over towards the butler. "Damian wouldn't shut up if he didn't get his way."
"I understand perfectly, Master Tim" Alfred says calmly, ignoring the base urge to push the bothersome child out of the vehicle and driving them back home.
Damian only smirks more and puts his arms behind his head, relaxing in the air conditioned and very comfortable car.
Things settled down considerably by the time Tim and Damian had decided to go on Patrol. Truth be told, the Titans were on their 'down' time anyway at the tower, and Tim was getting a little homesick (and Cassie's cooking skills weren't exactly up to par with Alfred's). Tim turned towards Damian, realizing how much taller he had grown than him in the past couple years. Grumbling slightly to himself, he cursed being the shortest boy out of the Wayne Kids.
"Are you ready?" Damian asks, an eyebrow rising when he hears part of Tim's grumbling.
"Yeah, whenever you are," He answered.
Damian smirks and runs off, climbing up the first building he saw and jumping from rooftop to rooftop. All of this happening in the span of a minute. This was his way of challenging Tim to a race.
Tim grumbled, swinging himself up onto a ledge, just like Dick taught him, and racing after the little Demon. Their shadows played across Gotham's buildings, like birds cawing after each other, just barely nipping the surface of the buildings for a touch-down before rocketing off again. Damian glides out, body extended in a free fall before twisting and landing perfectly in the roof top. Tim bounded in nearby, flexing his shoulders and frowning at Damian's superior smirk. In their little race, they had crossed over into Crime Alley. Into Red Hood's territory.
Damian notices where they were and he tenses slightly. "Be on your guard," He warns quietly, knowing that anything could happen in Crime Alley.
Tim straightened, looking around wearily. "I haven't seen Jay-The Red Hood around Gotham that recently," He mumbled off-handedly. "Word is he's running with a new gang." Stepping cautiously out to the edge of the roof, Tim's eyes narrowed. Crime Alley was almost dead silent.
"It's too quiet," Damian notes, laying a hand on his batarang and looking around carefully.
"Well, well, well," A voice taunted. "A couple of lost chicks wandered into my den." Stepping out towards his brothers, Jason opened his arms in a wide mock-welcome position. "I guess you forgot who's running this end of Gotham."
"You own nothing in Gotham, Kalb," Damian growls, glaring at Jason in pure hatred and carefully searching to make sure he was alone.
Jason scoffed, swinging an AK-47 over his shoulders. "What? Bruce let the Demon off his leash? What about you, Timmy? He still poisoning your food?"
"-TT-! Be silent, traitor! At least I did not betray my father," Damian yells, knowing he was (literally) outgunned but also knowing that Jason's rage was his undoing.
Jason's eyes narrowed behind his mask, his grip on the gun tightening. "Got a mouth on you," Jason growled. Turning to Tim, he let himself relax slightly. "What? You're not gonna say anything to me, Timmy? Here I thought you'd be happy to see me?"
"'Happy' isn't the word I would use to describe this. So, how's the killing?" Tim asks coldly, noting that the roof below Jason was weak and the smallest bit of stress could send him tumbling down.
Jason shrugged, his nonchalant attitude sending his younger brothers into a tense stance. "Same 'ole, same 'ole. Gunned down a couple idiots the other day. Wished you could have seen it, Baby Bird," He said. He turned towards Tim, knowing Damian was on his other side seething at being ignored. "No hello kiss for Big Brother, Timmy?"
"Screw you, Jason," Tim growls, ever so slowly removing a flash bang from his utility belt.
Damian doesn't notice Tim's movements and tosses the batarang at Jason, ruining Tim's plan.
Jason swung the gun around, deflecting the batarang, turning to glare at the younger boy. Tim whipped out his own, nearly catching Jason's arm as the man twisted away, lunging after Damian. Damian jumped back, fist at the ready, as Jason kick-flipped over him, using Damian as a kick-off board and racing off across the roof. "So much for 'Boy Wonder'!" Jason taunted.
Damian snarls angrily and takes off after Jason, ignoring Tim's orders to stop and let Jason go. This was personal and a traitor like Jason Todd did not deserve to live.
"Damn it all, Damian!" Tim curses to himself, quickly running to catch up with them.
Tim watched as Damian threw batarang after batarang after Jason, who was laughing his ass off and twisting out of harm's way as if he had eyes in the back of his head. Whatever Jason had installed in his helmet, he might as well have.
"Robin!" Tim growled. "Slow down! Stop letting what he said get to you!"
Tim stopped suddenly, not seeing anything of either Damian or Jason and frowning heavily as he scanned the horizon.
"TOODDD!" Damian screeched. Before Tim could fling around in time, Jason tackled him to the floor, and they rolled, heavily, as Tim's shoulder burned with pain. He felt himself being lifted up as Damian stopped short, eyes widened and growling. He wasn't about to take any chances just yet when Jason had Tim the way he did. Removing his helmet with a hiss, Jason, mask-clad underneath, smirked at the younger Wayne child. Twisting an arm around Tim, he held him in a headlock, and whipped out a smaller gun from his jacket to press into Tim's jaw.
"What? Was I too fast for you, Chickadee?" Jason taunted.
Damian's eyes narrowed dangerously, willing himself not to charge stupidly at Todd.
"Funny, you and Timmy here seem so close all of a sudden," He said lazily, letting the arm that held the younger slack slightly to run through Tim's hair before snapping back around his neck. The other kept a gun firmly planted under Tm's jaw, freezing him instantly. "Kinda makes me jealous."
Tim glares hatefully at Jason, wanting nothing more than to punch him in his smug face. Yet a part of him still remembered the old Jason. The one he loved. The one that wouldn't point a gun at him. Damian stares in stunned silence, wondering what the hell was going on between Tim and Jason as he tries to figure out how to get him out of this mess.
Jason bent his head down towards Tim, just a breadth away from his mouth. "You watchin', Chickadee?" Jason called raucously. Pressing the gun deeper into Tim's jaw, he tilted the younger man's head up towards him
Tim clenches his teeth and glares harder. "You wouldn't..." Tim mutters, swallowing hard as the gun and his closeness started making breathing uncomfortable.
"What are you-" Damian mutters in shock.
Jason licked his lips teasingly, the gun boring a little more into Tim's jaw. "Oh, I most certainly would, Baby Bird," He growled. Pressing down onto Tim's lips, he watched the younger man's eyes fly open, his own lidded in satisfaction. Somewhere in the background Damian was screaming obscenities at him, not that he much cared for what the youngest had to say. Tangling his fingers in Tim's hair a little more roughly, he tilted his head back more, kissing deeper.
Tim lets out a quiet moan into the kiss, not wanting to enjoy it but unable to stop himself from kissing back. His fingers twitched against the brick, tempted to move but knowing that it wasn't such a good idea. Getting his head blown off was not a good way to end the night.
Damian watches helplessly, still cursing Jason and his entire family as he wracks his mind for a way to help Tim.
When Jason pulled away, Tim looked at him like a fish out of water, slightly deprived. He stuttered angrily at the elder man, feeling his body lurch forward as Jason shoved him away. Damian shot out instantly towards Tim, catching him and spinning him around to his side, batarang in hand. "Th-The fuck, Todd! W-What was that?" Damian yelled. Jason shrugged, AK-47 moving along smoothly with his shoulder muscles, as he replaced the smaller gun inside his leather jacket.
"Brotherly love," He teased viciously. "Why, you want one, too?"
"Hmar! I don't want anything from a traitor like you!" Damian hisses, blushing slightly at his teasing and wanting to kick him in the face. He felt a burning, seering hatred in his chest and he didn't know why.
Tim pants quietly, both from the kiss and the stress of nearly dying. He frowns at them, hoping against hope that they wouldn't fight.
Jason smirked evilly at Damian, bending over as if to call a puppy. "Come on, boy, come on," To add insult to injury, Jason made kissing noises as he beckoned to Damian.
Damian gives Jason exactly what he wanted and runs straight to him, batarangs in both hands.
"Robin!" Tim yells, cursing and knowing there was little he could do now.
Jason ducked quickly, fist colliding into Damian's side. Damian twisted painfully, spinning on his heel and catching Jason in the shoulder. The elder cursed viciously, reaching to grab the younger by the head, to wish Damian quickly followed in suit, and both delivered a deadly head-blow to the other.
"What's wrong, Chickadee?" Jason gritted out. "Jealous I kissed Timmy first? Don't be. I'm sure he'll give you one if you ask."
"Talk a little less and maybe you'll stop fighting like a girl!" Damian snarls, punching Jason in the face as hard as he could and following up with a knee to the stomach. He jumps back and moves to kick him in the throat.
Jason bent back, hands flying out to push him into a back flip, catching Damian under the chin with his foot. Sliding down on the roof, Jason raised up instantly to his feet, watching Damian wiping at his chin, and eyes flaring. They charged at each other, each with a fist raised before being flung backwards painfully. Tim stood between them, his staff extended as he glared over at both of them. The two rose up again, lunging for each other once more. Tim grabbed Damian by his arm, flipping his quickly on his backside, as he delivered a swift kick to Jason's stomach, followed by a slightly vengeful smack on the head with his staff.
"Enough, already!" Tim hollered.
Damian groans and sits up slowly, staring at Tim in complete shock. "Why did you-?" Damian starts to say.
"Are you two done?" Tim hissed, flipping the staff behind him. "Because I'm getting really sick of watching you two fight over-"
"You?" Jason said, smirking.
Damian stands up, brushing himself off. "I could care less whether you like Jason or not. I'm fighting him because he deserves to get his ass kicked" Damian says angrily, not believing his own words. He knew that he fought Jason because he was jealous. Because despite all the terrible things Jason did to the Bat family, they still had a softer spot for him than they had for Damian. Especially Tim.
Jason turned a lazy glare over at Damian, mouth set in a sneer. "You couldn't kick my ass if I was tied to a fucking chair and unconscious, Chickadee," he said.
"Neek Hallak!" Damian yells in rage, his hands clenching into fists as he prepares to charge Jason again.
"Robin, I said enough!" Tim yells, glaring at them both and cursing under his breath at the mess he was now involved in.
Moving towards Damian, Tim rested a hand to the younger's shoulder. "Look, Jay, Robin and I will get going out of your territory and we'll forget this happened. All right?" Tim tried. Jason shrugged, reaching for his helmet.
"Just keep the kid on a fucking leash next time," He said. "And by the way, Timmy?"
"What, Jason," Tim said, exasperated.
"I know you won't be forgetting about me so easily. Don't lie to yourself."
Before Damian could lunge after Jason again, the Red Hood flew off the rooftop, and out of sight.
"C'mon, Demon, I think our patrol's over for one night."
"Why didn't you tell me there was something going on between you and Jason?" Damian growls, glaring at Tim and feeling betrayed.
Tim looked at him incredulously. "There's nothing going on between us. Go out on patrol with Dick one day and run into Jason, it's not that much different."
"Al hara! Do I look like an idiot to you? I probably do! You know what? When I was in the League of Assassin's, I was never left out of the loop. They trusted me! A group of professional killers trusted me! And here I am in a so-called 'family' and none of you trust me at all! You leave me out of everything! I've had enough!" Damian yells angrily, his hurt showing in his eyes as he runs away, not caring where he was going.
"Damian! Wait a minute!" Tim called. Running after the younger boy, Tim bounded off the rooftop, and landed heavily onto another. Despite Damian's heavier build he still landed effortlessly, lightly, and had no trouble kicking off at the drop of a hat. Tim sighed in frustration, turning quickly to head him off by cutting across three more rooftops. Tim finally managed to catch him by his upper arm and turn him around to face him.
"Its not that we don't trust you," Tim started. "You just always make it so hard for us. We're so used to you shutting us out, so I guess..."
Tim groaned. "Look, Dami, I-we love you. We do trust you."
"Could have fooled me, Drake," Damian grumbled, pulling angrily at his arm. "The way you and Todd seemed so into each other back there."
Tim frowned, leering up into Damian's blue eyes. Pulling him down to his level, Tim shuddered out a breath. "I trust you a lot." He pulled him into a kiss, with the younger gasping out slightly. Damian hesitated, hands hovering out in the air as Tim pressed harder, forcing the younger to bend his back down to his level more. Finally wrapping his hands along the elder's shoulders, Damian growled again him.
"You're such a woman, Drake," Damian said without malice.
Glossary :D
hmar (Ass, as in Donkey)
Kalb (Dog)
Neek Hallak(Go fuck yourself!)
Al hara (Bullshit)
Snow: We're taking a small break from Assassin's Creed. To work on Robincest 8D. Today was TimDami. Tomorrow/Later/Soon it will another pairing. Please stay tuned~
