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BODYGUARD: JASON I

Jason ducked behind the large metal dumpster, guns in either hand, swear words on his tongue.

"Damn, boy genius, why does it seem like everyone is trying to either kill or kidnap you?"

"I'm popular," came the nonchalant reply.

"Well, could you tone it down bit?"

"Sorry." There was no remorse in his voice.

"Are you on your phone? In the middle of a shoot out?"

"I still have deals to make Jay," Tim Drake replied. He allowed himself a brief glance towards his bodyguard before returning his attention to his small electronic device.

Jason took a second to peer around the dumpster, just long enough to count the number of assailants before he returned to his position of defense. Several vibrations thrummed against their bodies as the impact of multiple bullets weakened their current shielding. Jason growled low in his throat, he took a few moments and let a few rounds go. Beside him, Tim continued to type away on his phone.

"You're going to die with that thing in your hand," Jason called over the noise.

"Oh, sorry, did you need my help?"

"NO, no I do not need your help! Last time you tried to help you almost got yourself killed!"

"Hey, I saved your life!"

"It's my job to save yours, not the other way around," Jason retorted, as his hands released the magazines, and he slammed fresh ones into their slots while spinning around and firing. The grunts of pain letting them both know that they were down a few assailants.

"Well, too bad. I am not letting someone die for me."

That was the only warning Jason got before Tim's head popped up over the dumpster. Tim's arm arced, his phone sailing through the air. Jason grabbed him by the back of his jacket and yanked him down just as several bullets slammed into the spot his head had just been.

"You idiot—" Jason's words were cut off when a concussive wave slammed into the dumpster throwing it against the two. Jason immediate positioned his body over the smaller teen. He blinked rapidly, shaking his head a little as the high-pitch ringing in his ears throws off his equilibrium.

"What the hell was that?!" He shouted.

"My phone," was Tim's response.

"Why did your phone blow up?"

"I set it to."

"You were carrying around an exploding phone in your pocket?!"

"You don't? You weren't a Boy Scout were you? Always be prepared."

"Damn—alright, let's go before they regroup."

Jason hauled Tim to his feet, steading him when the kid wavered ever so slightly. With a single gun in hand, Jason covered Tim's back as he eased them out of the hot zone and more towards safe territory.

"We're going to have words when we get back."

"Aren't we having words now?"

"Ok, you want to do this now? Let's do it now. Do you have a death wish?! Seriously, what is wrong with you?"

"You took my coffee."

Jason stared at him.

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6/26/19 Rehabilitated Sith

Honestly, I had planned to post a different fic but it was too similar to the previous, so I went with this much shorter one. Heheh.

My headcannon is that Jason and Tim are constantly bantering and fighting to save each other despite their different job positions. Latest, is that Jason switch Tim's coffee for decaf and Tim is just getting his payback.