[ It was easy to forget to breath, to forget everything but the touch and taste of Tim Drake. Who cared that they both drank the night before and slept. Jason didn't care about morning breath at the moment. He was more concerned with the promise that those lips and the words spilled between them offered.

Something he wished his heart didn't speed up for. He's made this mistake before... but Tim's no civilian. Tim's one of the few people he can stand who doesn't make him want to hurl when talking to him. Maybe it's worth it, he hoped it was. ]

Well, then Mr. Drake-Wayne, would you like to offically get to know me, not as another intern in the program called Robin but as anything we decide. Do you want to walk through the savage garden of this terrible world together?

[ He reads to damn much... hes mixing metaphors.]

And yes, that's me asking you out.