Hey guys! So as requested by PinkBat 7941, here is a Tim and Jason Fic. Hope you like it! Don't forget to review!
The thug yelped as Tim knocked the air out of him with a well placed kick. There was the slightest crunch of gravel behind him, altering Tim to another's presence. He whipped around and using his staff, flung the pipe-wielding thug across the room. He looked around, there should have been at least one more, he had taken out a dozen or so thugs, but he distinctly remembered more… Something that sounded almost like a battle cry, or the call of a dying moose, came from behind Tim. He turned around, alert, only to see the last thug hurtling towards his face with a serrated knife. Just as he was bringing his fists up to defend himself, Tim heard gunshots echo through the air. The criminal was thrown backwards, slamming painfully into the ground, where he lay groaning while a puddle of blood grew steadily underneath him.
"Jason!" tim scolded, knowing exactly who it was. "No fatal wounds!"
Jason casually sauntered through the shattered window, "I'm 68 percent sure that missed his vital organs, I'm sure he will be fine." Jason drawled. Tim just rolled his eyes and turned to his communicator to call for the police (and an ambulance.)
"Jason, why are you here? Shouldn't you be out galavanting with you outlaws?" Tim said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jason took off his helmet and pretended to look hurt, "Timmy, your words wound me. Besides, I wouldn't call it galavanting… it's really more of butt-kicking."
"Well whatever you call it shouldn't you be there?" TIm replied while tying up the dazed criminals.
"Naw Timmy Boy, I thought I would pay the family a visit."
Tim got up and gave Jason a look that clearly said, mmmhmmm-oh-really-sure-you-are. "Cut the crap Jason, why are you here." he said forcefully.
Jason looked sheepish (or as sheepish as you can get when you are Jason Todd) and mumbled, "Roy and Starfire are out doing whatever the heck and so I'm so bored."
Tim rolled his eyes, for the umpteenth time, "Jason, I don't have time to deal with you boredom right now."
Jason eyes landed on the bound thugs and lit up, "Hey Timmy, looks like you're done here."
"Yeah, so what?"
"Well-" Jason was cut off by one of Tim's birdarangs flying past him and into the shoulder of another freaking thug behind him. The thug fell back out of the window and was left dangling by the line attached to the roof (courtesy of Tim).
"So, that was fun, who wants a drink?" Jason said.
"I'm sixteen, Jason." Tim replied.
"It's Gotham City, Tim, I can find a place."
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So that's how Tim ended up on a motorcycle, hurtling the wrong way through traffic.
"Jason! Slow down! Follow the speed limit! Go the freaking right way!" he yelled in Jason's ear.
"We're fine Timmy." Jason replied back. Soon enough they were pulled up in front a rundown, ghetto looking bar.
"...The Prancing Pony Inn. Seriously. Are you freaking kidding me Jason? Besides, who calls a bar an "Inn" anyways? What is this, the middle ages?" Tim grumbled.
"Shut up Tim and enjoy it." Jason said, punching him in the arm. They entered in, and were greeted by a bored-looking teenage waitress and an overweight old bartender. Jason slid into the barstool and signaled the bartender."Two beers."
Tim climbed into the seat next to him and called back, "No, Beer for him, water for me."
Jason rolled his eyes, "Come on Tim, you're so boring. You know alcohol won't kill you, right?"
"Bruce has said no alcohol, You know what it can do to you and we need to be in our best shape. Besides, you might get addicted like Roy."
"Well whatever, I drink all the time and I'm sure as heck ain't addicted. And look at the wonderful shape my body is in." Two mugs were given to them, and they both drank in silence. "Yo, barkeep, another." Jason called. and so this repeated, again. And again. And again. Until Tim lost count and Jason literally could not even hold a cup.
"Th-thanks. Here, this should cover it." Tim said shakily to the bartender, holding out a wad of cash. He turned around to see Jason practically sprawled across the table, trying to talk to the waitress, who actually looked quite flattered that a man with Jason's looks was trying to flirt with her.
"H-h-ey there! Look, it's Tim, say hi to Tim!" Jason said, trying unsuccessfully to wave. The waitress turned around to look at Tim and when she turned back, saw Jason leaning steadily towards her, eyes closed. Tim rushed forward and quickly pulled Jason backwards by the shoulders, supporting the large man and trying to stop him from kissing the waitress.
"Well, thanks for everything, but we have to go." Tim declared loudly and tried to drag Jason out the door.
"B..but what about the waitress! She was hot, I wanted to-" "Jason slurred.
"Okay that's enough. Besides, she's under age."
Jason let out a bark of laughter, "Well, who's gonna arrest me? The Gotham Police Department? Those guys are a joke." then trailed off into laughter that lasted far longer than it should have. They continued on in silence for another minute before Jason spoke again, "I-I wanted to be a policeman when I was little. But I..I could never become a policeman…I was just a poor kid. My dad got arrested and never came bacl...I don't have a dad anymore…I just wanted to help the poor kids like me by being police... I can never be a policeman..." He broke off into sobs, hiccuping occasionally while leaning heavily on Tim. "TIM! I want to be a policeman!" Jason cried, drunk tears falling down his face.
Tim slowly patted jason on the back, completely at a loss of what to do. "Uh, there, there Jason...Now that you know Commissioner Gordon, you can be a policeman."
Jason's face lit up. "Really?! Let's go do it now." before trying to walk straight into the street. Tim grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back onto the sidewalk.
"How about you go to sleep so you won't be tired on your first day as a police officer?" Tim suggested, trying to keep the larger man upright.
"yeah...that sounds good." Jason mumbled. They finally reached Wayne Manor and after great difficulty, Tim managed to force Jason through a window. (Bruce would be pissed if he saw Jason like this) By now Tim was practically carrying Jason, struggling to drag him up the stairs. They finally, finally made it to Jason's old room, where they managed to get Jason into a pair of sweatpants and into bed with minimal mental scarring.
"Will you be a policeman with me Timmy?" Jason slurred sleepily, clutching the blankets as if he was a child while Tim "tucked" him in.
"Sure Jason, sure." tim said, before turning out the lights and closing the door, the last shreds of light illuminating Jason's briefly blissful face.
Hope you liked it! Remember that I do take requests. Thanks again to PinkBat 7941 for this chapter idea!
Also thank you to Leradomi for catching those mistakes in my last chapters, sometimes I just forget to proof read.
All of those who understood my other fandom reference, batpoints for you (if you know what it is leave a comment and if you get it right, a special mention in my next chapter) . And the scene where Jason is suggesting they go to a bar is actually from Batman and Robin eternal.
IF you want more batfam in your life, I'm have a batfam centric tumblr blog (art, headcannons, stuff like that), just look up my username all-of-the-robins! Also, make sure to check out my more serious batfam story (not just one-shots) it is called "The Knight's Fall"!
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