Two.

The second fire happens while Jason's picking up groceries, he's gone for a half hour tops. By the time he gets back to the apartment most there are about four fire trucks, an ambulance, and a half dozen police cars parked in front of the building. Jason grabs the first police officer he sees and demands that he be taken to someone with some answers. There are plenty of people who want to hurt Red Hood, and if any of them have figured out that Hood and Jason are one and the same…well this fire might not have been an accident.

Jason's officer leads him to a shortish guy in his late forties or early fifties, with a haggard expression and enough grey hairs that he's probably a strait cop, who heaves out a sigh as Jason approaches and asks, "Can I help you sir?"

"Yeah, you wanna tell me what happened here? I go to the grocery and I come home to find a load a smoke and my building on fire." Jason throws as much of his pre-Bruce street accent into the words as he can, won't do to make people suspicious and talking like one of the moneyed-set in this part of town is a sure fire way to do just that. Jason drops his bags by his feet and the man holds out his hand for Jason to shake but he doesn't take it, choosing instead to cross his arms over his chest against the chill in the fall air.

"Detective Johnson," the man states dropping his hand to his side but he doesn't look offended, "and you are?"

"Peter Todd, I live here, and they're telling me I can't go in."

The detective nods, "I'm afraid they're right, son, no one can go in until the fire brigade clears the building."

Jason scowls, but lets it go in favor of trying to garner more useful information, "You know where it started? My roommate was home and he's kinda sick so…" Jason lets the statement hang in hopes that the story of his sick roommate will pull more information from Johnson. It works like a charm, concern slides over the man's features and he asks for a name. Jason gives him Tim's name and after a short conversation over his walkie Johnson tells Jason he has some news about Tim.

"Mr. Todd, it seems your roommate was present when the fire started, he's the one who called the department. He's over at the ambulance station right now being treated for some minor burns and giving a statement but as soon as that's done I can have someone take you to him."

Jason gets that same leaden feeling as before. Dammit, he should have known it was Tim. It isn't the first time and it probably won't be the last if Tim is going to be left alone for any amount of time, and Jason wouldn't even mind the damn fires if they didn't put Tim at so much risk.

"What happened, exactly," Jason asks, because it's worth a shot and he needs to know Tim isn't doing this shit on purpose. Not that Jason really thinks he is, but. Tim isn't well, is all.

"It seems to have been an oven fire? They're actually quite common, nothing too serious; though perhaps you could remind your roommate to keep an eye on things when he decides to cook?" Johnson sounds at once exasperated and amused. So Tim didn't set it on purpose then. And not a huge amount of damage either. Good. Jason really wasn't looking forward to moving twice in one month.

"It alright if I see him now?" Jason puts his best pleading look to use, Johnson makes a call over the walkie, and the next minute an officer is leading Jason to the ambulance.

Tim is still in Jason's sweats, and looks even smaller and younger than before with the soot smeared on his face and his hands wrapped in gauze. When he sees Jason he looks relieved for a moment before his face crumbles and he starts to sob. Jason doesn't think just moves and scoops Tim up into his arms, shushes him, and glares when the EMTs try to tell him he needs to let them finish. They can finish just as soon as his Timmy knows he isn't in trouble, that he's done nothing wrong, and not a moment before.

Jason runs his hand through Tim's hair and kisses his forehead, "It's alright Tim, it was just an accident. Everything's gonna be fine."

When his breathing finally gets back under control, Tim pushes Jason away and wipes his face with his sleeves. He takes a deep shuddering breath and lets the EMT finish wrapping his hand.

"I forgot about the pizza. I put it in so it'd be done when you got home, but I forgot to set the timer." Tim looks so ashamed, and Jason's heart clenches.

"It was an accident, kiddo, no big deal. We'll order a pizza when they finish up," Jason tries to smile, but he thinks it must look forced. He's going to have to figure out a way to keep an eye on Tim, even when he isn't home; if they aren't careful next time could be the last time.

The EMT say's Tim's good to go just as Detective Johnson heads over to let them know the building has been declared safe to return to. He hands Jason the grocery bags he must have left at the detective's car and gives them both a smile before walking away. Jason shifts all the bags to one hand and wraps the other arm around Tim's shoulder to lead him into the building.

He's still gotta put the groceries away and clean up whatever mess has been made of the kitchen. Then he needs to figure out how he's going to keep running his part of the city and not leave Tim in the house alone. He could have someone monitor the apartment when he's gone, but just who is he going to trust to do that? Jason sighs, smiles at Tim when he looks up concerned, and pulls the kid in closer with the arm slung around his shoulders, and reminds himself the kid is worth it.