I'm waiting to see if my coffee chooses to use its powers for good or evil today.
"Replacement."
"Shhh…"
"Replacement, come on," Jason chides and tries to manhandle Tim off his sofa. "You've had your damn coffee, now get up off your ass and help me like you said you would."
"Shhh…" Tim leans back into Jason's lumpy sofa and relaxes, his face taking on an almost zen-like quality.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm waiting to see if my coffee chooses to use its powers for good or evil today." Tim cracks open a blue eye and peers at Jason. "What exactly did I agree to help with? Last night's a bit foggy."
Jason lets out an exasperated sigh and is reminded yet again of why he hates dealing with his family. "Considering you were about to fall flat on your face from exhaustion, I'm not surprised. You said you'd help me break into the Russian mob's new headquarters so I could find out where those gun shipments are coming in from and put a stop to it."
The zen-like look is replaced by an absolutely devilish grin that Jason didn't think his Replacement was capable of. "Will there be an explosion?" Tim asks, blue eyes flashing in excitement.
"As many as you want if you can get my ass in and out in one piece," Jason promises with a cocky grin of his own.
Tim nods decisively. "Good with a side of explosives. Challenge accepted."