Disclaimer: I don't own DC, sadly.
Drabble is slightly based off the song Lauren's Song (That end part).
"Be the Sherlock to my John Watson?" Jason asked Tim. He was leaning on the door to Tim's room. Tim closed his computer and looked at Jason.
"I thought I already was," Tim replied with a small smile. Jason loves his smile. Jason smiled back. Both Tim and Jason have an understanding of each other and get all the nerdy jokes that others don't. That was only one of the many reasons they love each other.
"Hey Moneypenny, don't be sad. But uh, I think I'm dying," Tim said through the com. It was a failed mission, he managed to save everyone and defeat every thug except one. Tim was outnumbered for a bats standards. When he thought he took every thug out he stopped for a moment, and a hidden gunman took his chance to shoot him. The bullet pierced close Tim's heart, giving him only minutes. When the thug saw he got the shot he ran off. Tim was now laying on the ground in the rain clenching the bullet hole.
"Don't you dare fucking say that!" Jason yelled over the com,"I'm almost there, just stay with me." Tim could tell Jason was crying by the tone of his voice.
"This sucks," Tim said when Jason arrived by his side. Jason cupped Tim's right cheek with one hand and just sat in silence with a few tears escaping. "Do me a favor, and be a good John Watson without me," Tim choked out and smiled. Jason looked at his eyes, he was losing him. Jason fumbled his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small black box before Tim's eyes slid shut and his body went completely limp. Jason threw the box as far as he could then buried his face in his hands. The sun rose to late that night.