Author's Note: It's about to get slashy here (the good kind, not like a horror movie) so if you wanna bow out now, thanks for reading until here. Thanks again to everyone following!
Tim wakes up later that afternoon in his own bedroom. He showers and dresses in jeans and an old jacket that he had found at Bruce's manor. It used to be Jason's. Tim considers returning it but Jason has grown so much, it couldn't possibly fit him.
Opening the front door of his brownstone apartment, Tim finds a small box wrapped in red paper and simple twine sitting on the welcome mat. He looks up and down the street but doesn't see anyone who could have left it. Bat training kicks in, making him wary. Anything could be in the box. A bomb, poison, angry kittens. Then Tim spots a piece of paper peeking out from under the box. He picks up the note and reads, I know what you're thinking, Babybird. It's not a bomb. Promise. –J
Grinning, Tim carries the box back to his room and sets it on the desk. He cuts the twine, peels back the paper, and lifts the lid. Inside, he finds two pieces of equipment about the size of a dime and a quarter. The first one he recognizes immediately as a tracker. The second, larger one has an emitter and a red button and Tim realizes it's a panic button. Looking closer, he sees it also has a receiver, which means it sends and picks up a signal. At the bottom of the box there's another note. Just wanted to say thanks. Press the button and I'll be there. I have one too. I'll be pretty fuckin pissed if you don't show up.
Tim sits at his desk staring in awe at the tiny electronics. This is new territory for him, but Tim is fairly certain this is a big deal. He hasn't even agreed to being Red Hood's partner, hasn't given him anything yet, and the man is trusting him to an intimate degree. Jason is wearing a tracker and has given Tim the only device that can trace the signal. If he wanted, Tim could give it to Batman. And Jason is asking for that trust in return. For Tim to wear his tracker that only Jason can trace. Press the button and I'll be there. I have one too. Red Hood is committing to come when Robin calls. And is expecting Robin to do the same.
Tim goes to his closet and pulls a case from the back. From inside he gets a photo album, filled with pictures of Batman and Robin. Jason, not Dick. They each have their own album. Tim flips through the pages on which Jason as Robin is flying and kicking and punching and smirking madly. He has that same devious smile now, years later, despite death and the pit. It's a nerve-racking smile. It puts one on edge. It promises mischief and pain and joy and everything in the extreme. Tim has missed that smile. He's missed Jason. He spent so much of his life watching Jason. Wanting to talk to him and have Jason smile at him. And now Jason is here and he wants Tim. Tim gets that warm nervousness again. He had loved Jason. He still does.
Oh. Oh.