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Jason stood on the Drake's doorstep and shuffled his feet. This was a stupid idea, the kid probably wouldn't even want to come play. But he was here, might as well ask. Just as he had rung the doorbell for the third time, the kid cracked the door open. He was tiny. Tim Drake had big blue eyes and raven hair that was long in the front. He was very skinny, and his nose was very red. He wore a long sleeve shirt which sleeves were too long and covered his little hands. His skin was pale and his cheeks were flushed. Jason wondered if he was sick. Tim shuffled his feet. Jason realized he had been staring.
"Hi!" He said.
"Hello." Tim replied quietly.
"Ummm…" Jason said and scratched the back of his head. Tim sniffled and wiped his nose. "Sooooo… I'm Jason. I live next door?"
"I'm Tim." He replied. Jason nodded and waved his hand, he knew about Tim. The little kid who lived in the big house next door with his parents, rarely ever seen outside.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over and play video games with me? I just got that new swordwalkers game that just came out, except it's a two player, and Dick is 'studying' with Barbie" Jason said sarcastically. "So I was wondering if you wanted to play it with me." Tim's mouth dropped open, and he looked shocked. Was it that surprising that someone was asking him over to play videogames? Didn't the kid have friends? Tim was still standing there, but now his eyes looked spacy.
"Kid. Kid, you there?" Jason asked. Tim started and shook his head.
"Yes. Yes, please I would like that." Tim said, and then he wiped his nose on an old tissue.. Jason grinned, this kid was adorable.
"Sweet!" And I bet Alfred can give you something for your nose." Tim blushed, and ducked his head. Oh gosh this kid was so darn cute Jason thought, But He better put on a jacket or something if he doesn't want to get sicker. "Grab your shoes Timmers and lets go!" Jason said, already loving that nickname for the tiny kid. "Oh and grab a jacket too. And do you need to tell your folks where you're gonna be? Cause I don't wanna get in trouble with Bruce and the cops about this." Jason joked. Tim opened the door a little bit to let Jason in.
"My parents aren't here right now." Tim said as he pulled his sneakers out of the closet. "They're in Meg-i-gor-i-a. But they should be fine with it." Jason felt his heart drop. The kid was all alone in this big house? He really hoped not.
"Whose watchin ya then?" Jason asked. Tim had sat down to pull on his shoes, and had his eyes on his laces as he answered.
"I'm old enough to look after myself." Tim said. Jason gave him a skeptical look. Tim struggled to tie the thick laces and grunted as the knot came apart again.
"C'mon kid. You must be… what, four?" Jason asked. "No way your parents would let you live here alone. I have to tell Bruce and Alfred if I even leave the house!" Tim sniffed and wiped his nose. He really looked like he was having trouble with those shoelaces.
"I am eight, thank-you-very-much." Tim pronounced. Jason, was shocked. He didn't look like he could be much older than five! He was still having trouble tying his shoelaces for goodness sakes. "And my parents have been leaving me since I was four, they say that I am plenty old enough to look after myself." Jason felt a hole growing inside his chest. Tim had been all-alone in this big house since he was four? "I ride the bus to and from school. The housekeeper brings groceries every Tuesday and Thursday and to dust the dust and make sure I'm alive. I'm fine." Tim was breathing hard after this little speech, and sneezed three times into the sleeve of his shirt, and then wiped his nose on the tissue. Jason knelt down and started to tie Tim's shoes. He felt extremely guilty. He should have invited Tim over before now. The least he could do was tie the kid's shoes for him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Tim blush, and they stayed like that in silence until Jason had finished double knotting Tim's right sneaker.
"Thanks." Tim whispered and then dug in the closet to find his jacket. Jason stood waiting patiently, till Tim threw on his black fleece. Jason frowned. The coat probably wasn't warm enough. If possible, the coat made Tim look even smaller than before.
"You'd better grab a scarf too. It's getting pretty cold." Tim shrugged and grabbed the old red scarf off the hook. He hurridly wrapped it around his neck and then turned to Jason.
"I'm ready." He said. Jason grinned at him.
"Then let's go." He said.