I was giving you crap about being a giant, Jason - not all that subtly, either.
[A joke, obviously. Whatever, he locks the apartment door and follows Jason downstairs, pausing to give the car a visual appraisal before climbing in.]
[ No he didn't, it went over his head. When Jay fired up the engine it sounded nice for a car older than Bruce... maybe even Alfred.]
Fuck you Tim, this is mine. [ Legally, it belonged to someone else, but that someone else didn't exist. Tim wasn't wrong though, it had been stolen, but stolen from dead thugs, then fixed up and painted.]
That's because I normally hive my bike around you, I figured this was safer for you.
[ No drunk baby bats on motorcycles tonight. He expects to have a drunk sleeping Tim in the back seat before two am. He threw the car into reverse, and of course backed out a little reckless. ]
Anyway, send anyone expecting you tonight a message and tell them your working.
Yeah, but your going out with me. Your not going to be walking or seeing right by the time I call this night done. Your going to stop thinking and have fun. That's an order.
[ he spoke, shifting his eyes in the mirror to give Tim a firm look.]
Good, because I do not want to deal with B or Dick blowing my phone up thinking you've been kidnapped.
[Getting wasted being fun, he means. Not about Jason looking out for him - well, maybe a little of that, too. Jason's impossible to predict with reasonable certainty, after all; they've been getting along, but Jason's moods are mercurial, and there's no telling if or when he might snap back the other direction, or what could possibly set it off. Tim would have to be extremely naive to not consider, even just for a moment, that Jason's motives tonight could be less than charitable.]
No, you're right. You didn't take me at gunpoint - which I appreciate, by the way.
You haven't given me a reason yet, Timbers. Not tonight anyway, the nights still young.
[ There was two guns on his person, and about 7 others hidden in the car. Its like Where's Waldo of weapons. The drive was rather uneventful aside from minor moments of road rage, one Jason Todd half leaning out the window screaming at another driver... and his music played WAY to loud. He had good speakers at least.
The bar was in Crime Alley, of course it was. A place Jay knew that no one would mess with them. Plus, he was known well enough as both the Hood and the nameless customer. A lot of information could be learned from hanging around sleazy bars. Neither were IDed as Jason lead them in. Jason drank like a fish and kept a protective eye on the younger Bird, so no one else in the bar tried to trick Tim out of his money or take him home. ]
You look like your floating. Timbers, maybe it's time to head home?
[He tried to be responsible, he really did. Tim knows damn well that he doesn't belong in bars, but Jason wanted to spend time with him, and this is what he wanted to do, and Tim - he wouldn't say he's desperate for Jason's approval, but it's something he definitely wants, enough to set aside his reservations and have a drink. One beer, that was his compromise with himself, he'd take it slow, just one beer - but one turned into two, then three, then (he thinks) a fourth, so yeah, by now Tim is well past buzzed. Mistakes were made, and Tim would probably be embarrassed with himself if he didn't feel so warm, so free, so purely good. He grins at Jason, tips his head to the side and squints.]
I dunno, I'm - I'm still in the chair, right? Not floating. Unless! Ha, unless, are y'sayin' I'm a balloon'r somethin'?
[ On the bright side, he was safe with Jason tonight. Well, any night that involved drinking. Jason was far to big on consent to let anything happen to Red Robin under his watch. Not for Bruce's sake, not for anyone elses peace of mind but his own. He had sat watching Tim as they drank, babbling about random things, stories and just conversations to fill the night. Jason may have drank a lot more than Tim but he was a big man with a big tolerance to match. Thanks Willis.
[Strangely, despite everything they've been through together, all the conflict in their shared past, Tim felt very safe with Jason tonight. Maybe that's why he let Jason slide bottle after bottle in front of him, why he agreed to go along with him to the bar in the first place.]
Well, ha, that was your mission for tonight, right? So - mission accomplished.
Yes it was, and I love with missions go according to plan.
[ Lucky for the both Jason had been in good temperament tonight, and it being his idea helped a lot. Though it would be a lie to say he hadn't thought about taking him to the manor and dumping him in Bruce's bed trashed and leaving him there for shits and giggles.
Instead an arm goes around Tim to steady him, as he finished handling the tab. ]
[Tim leans into Jason - he's drunk, this is fine, right? of course it's fine, it must be fine, Jason made that first move. Maybe Tim's using his current state of inebriation to lean in closer than he normally would, let his fingertips linger along the front of Jason's awfully tight shirt, but maybe Jason won't notice. He's been drinking, too - oh. Well, shit.]
Are you sure you should be driving us? I - we could take a cab, I got an app for that.
[Too quickly, he pulls his phone out of his jscket pocket, fumbles it, drops it face down on the table. Laughs as he watches it skid toward Jason.]
[ It was fine because Jason initiated contact first. One of his brows did arch feeling the finger tips lingering. He wrote it off as Timbers was both drunk and likely admiring the soft material. He stole the shirt from Grayson's closet after all. Dick had such nice clothes, and when they were black they were clearly not meant for him, clearly they were meant for Todd.
He cleared his throat when Tim spoke. Shit, well better to just go with it than admit that was what he had planned to do. ]
Shit!
[ Jay tried to catch it but that just didn't happen. He hoped it wasn't broke as he lifted the phone up. Knowing Timbers it was likely worth more than his favorite gun. ]
Yeah, I was going to call a cab once we were outside, so you could sit in the car and relax.
[ Liar. Though now he was poking through Tim's phone now that it's in his hand.]
[Welllll, no wonder the shirt's so damn tight, if it was lifted from Dick. Silly Jason.
Don't worry about the phone, though - it's got a military-grade shock-absorbing case and screen protector, a little tumble along a table isn't enough to cause any damage. The lock screen requires a passcode, of course - is Jason guessing what Tim's might be?]
I'm already relaxed, Jason. See?
[He holds up an arm in front of him, waves it loosely up and down to show just how wobbly he is. Laughs again, and turns his face into Jason's chest.]
[ No one was complaining about his tight clothes. They looked good on his body, maybe even better on the floor.
He tried a few passwords as he started to lead Tim out of the bar. 'Robin' 'Dick' 'daddyissues' Before he eyed Tim a moment and typed in '1048' instead. The code to the grandfather clock to get to the cave. When or if those all failed he held it to Tim. ]
Can't call us a cab if your phones locked, Timbers. Well, tonight I learned your a light weight. See, learning new shit everyday.
[Jason, please - none of those are secure passcodes. He takes the phone back from Jason, grinning widely, and sneak-types in the correct code, a string of randomized letters and numbers he changes every three weeks.]
Well, of course I'm a lightweight, Jason. I'm underage.
[ was he serious, who even knew. He shook his head at the password. Be used finger prints or character names from obscure books. Taking the phone he used the app to order then a cab. Leaning him and Tim against the car while they waited. ]
[Tim laughs - he wouldn't be surprised, honestly, if that claim were true. He lets Jason lead him out to the car, leans back against the car with him, snakes his arm around the back of Jason's waist and leans into him as they wait. He feels tingly-good, warm, unstoppable.]
'Syour car gonna be OK here overnight? [He leans up to Jason's ear, cups his free hand around his mouth, fake-whispers, like this is a secret:] This is Crime Alley.
[ No one would ever know either. Jason laughed a bit as he leaned against the car, keeping his arm around Tim as he rolled his eyes. ]
My car's going to be just fine here, Timbers, one I know the owner, two there's a kill-switch the are not getting far if they even manage to get her turned over.
You sure? I mean, I heard this is a pretty rough neighborhood. Heard not even the Batmobile was safe here.
[He's still laughing - it's a joke, see? - except Tim realizes, a little too slowly, that it was a dumb thing to say. Not a joking matter, because bringing up Bruce around Jason is a just asking for trouble. Tim stops laughing, pulls his arms in on himself, buries his face behind both hands with a frustrated groan.]
Sorry, I - I'm sorry, Jason, I'm drunk, I don't - I don't know what I'm saying.
[ Jason started to let out an amused noise until Tim made that comment. He stiffens despite his arm still around Tim. He has half a mind to shove Tim away but he had made a fucking promise and at times he wanted to fight the image that he wasn't to be trusted. He took a breath before shifting his arm to slip it from Tim's shoulder to his neck. A headlock no less.]
Listen here, Timbers, and listen well. [ His voice had that dangerous edge to it.] That shit only happened once and your talking to the bastard that did it. Don't bring that shit up again. Don't bring him up unless you want to walk your ass all the way home drunk. Understood?
[Tim flinches, expecting a more violent response than being grabbed in a headlock. If he were thinking straight - if he weren't drunk and panicking, he might be able to evade, fight back. He's trained for this sort of thing, getting out of headlocks, taking on bigger and stronger opponents than himself, but the fear that he's just done irreparable harm with letting his stupid mouth run has him paralyzed, incapable of doing anything but submitting to Jason and gasping for breath between the rush of words tumbling out of his mouth.]
I know, Jason - I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't - I didn't mean anything, I -
[I fucked up, things were sort of OK and now they're not, I ruined it, and he can taste the bile rising up in the back of his throat. This was a mistake. All of this was a mistake.]
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[A joke, obviously. Whatever, he locks the apartment door and follows Jason downstairs, pausing to give the car a visual appraisal before climbing in.]
Nice wheels. Boosted? Sorry, I mean - borrowed.
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[ No he didn't, it went over his head. When Jay fired up the engine it sounded nice for a car older than Bruce... maybe even Alfred.]
Fuck you Tim, this is mine. [ Legally, it belonged to someone else, but that someone else didn't exist. Tim wasn't wrong though, it had been stolen, but stolen from dead thugs, then fixed up and painted.]
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Hey, I'm not judging. I just haven't seen you drive this before, that's all.
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[ No drunk baby bats on motorcycles tonight. He expects to have a drunk sleeping Tim in the back seat before two am. He threw the car into reverse, and of course backed out a little reckless. ]
Anyway, send anyone expecting you tonight a message and tell them your working.
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I've been riding a bike for years, Jason. You know that.
[And he's a good driver!! Honest.]
No one's expecting me tonight. I cleared my schedule for you.
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[ he spoke, shifting his eyes in the mirror to give Tim a firm look.]
Good, because I do not want to deal with B or Dick blowing my phone up thinking you've been kidnapped.
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[Tim just sounds hella unsure about how that's supposed to be fun, and he's giving Jason the side-eye to show it.]
Well, you sort of are kidnapping me. Aren't you?
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[ Well, he's gonna film anything stupid Tim does, but besides that.]
Kidnapping usually means your not willing. I didn't shove you in the car.
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[Getting wasted being fun, he means. Not about Jason looking out for him - well, maybe a little of that, too. Jason's impossible to predict with reasonable certainty, after all; they've been getting along, but Jason's moods are mercurial, and there's no telling if or when he might snap back the other direction, or what could possibly set it off. Tim would have to be extremely naive to not consider, even just for a moment, that Jason's motives tonight could be less than charitable.]
No, you're right. You didn't take me at gunpoint - which I appreciate, by the way.
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[ There was two guns on his person, and about 7 others hidden in the car. Its like Where's Waldo of weapons. The drive was rather uneventful aside from minor moments of road rage, one Jason Todd half leaning out the window screaming at another driver... and his music played WAY to loud. He had good speakers at least.
The bar was in Crime Alley, of course it was. A place Jay knew that no one would mess with them. Plus, he was known well enough as both the Hood and the nameless customer. A lot of information could be learned from hanging around sleazy bars. Neither were IDed as Jason lead them in. Jason drank like a fish and kept a protective eye on the younger Bird, so no one else in the bar tried to trick Tim out of his money or take him home. ]
You look like your floating. Timbers, maybe it's time to head home?
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I dunno, I'm - I'm still in the chair, right? Not floating. Unless! Ha, unless, are y'sayin' I'm a balloon'r somethin'?
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He chuckled at Tim's answer.]
Come on Timbers, time to get up, your wasted.
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Well, ha, that was your mission for tonight, right? So - mission accomplished.
[He stands, swaying.] Who-ooah.
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[ Lucky for the both Jason had been in good temperament tonight, and it being his idea helped a lot. Though it would be a lie to say he hadn't thought about taking him to the manor and dumping him in Bruce's bed trashed and leaving him there for shits and giggles.
Instead an arm goes around Tim to steady him, as he finished handling the tab. ]
Easy there, let's get you to the car.
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Are you sure you should be driving us? I - we could take a cab, I got an app for that.
[Too quickly, he pulls his phone out of his jscket pocket, fumbles it, drops it face down on the table. Laughs as he watches it skid toward Jason.]
Oops. Butterfingers.
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He cleared his throat when Tim spoke. Shit, well better to just go with it than admit that was what he had planned to do. ]
Shit!
[ Jay tried to catch it but that just didn't happen. He hoped it wasn't broke as he lifted the phone up. Knowing Timbers it was likely worth more than his favorite gun. ]
Yeah, I was going to call a cab once we were outside, so you could sit in the car and relax.
[ Liar. Though now he was poking through Tim's phone now that it's in his hand.]
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Don't worry about the phone, though - it's got a military-grade shock-absorbing case and screen protector, a little tumble along a table isn't enough to cause any damage. The lock screen requires a passcode, of course - is Jason guessing what Tim's might be?]
I'm already relaxed, Jason. See?
[He holds up an arm in front of him, waves it loosely up and down to show just how wobbly he is. Laughs again, and turns his face into Jason's chest.]
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He tried a few passwords as he started to lead Tim out of the bar. 'Robin' 'Dick' 'daddyissues' Before he eyed Tim a moment and typed in '1048' instead. The code to the grandfather clock to get to the cave. When or if those all failed he held it to Tim. ]
Can't call us a cab if your phones locked, Timbers. Well, tonight I learned your a light weight. See, learning new shit everyday.
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Well, of course I'm a lightweight, Jason. I'm underage.
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[ was he serious, who even knew. He shook his head at the password. Be used finger prints or character names from obscure books. Taking the phone he used the app to order then a cab. Leaning him and Tim against the car while they waited. ]
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'Syour car gonna be OK here overnight? [He leans up to Jason's ear, cups his free hand around his mouth, fake-whispers, like this is a secret:] This is Crime Alley.
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My car's going to be just fine here, Timbers, one I know the owner, two there's a kill-switch the are not getting far if they even manage to get her turned over.
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[He's still laughing - it's a joke, see? - except Tim realizes, a little too slowly, that it was a dumb thing to say. Not a joking matter, because bringing up Bruce around Jason is a just asking for trouble. Tim stops laughing, pulls his arms in on himself, buries his face behind both hands with a frustrated groan.]
Sorry, I - I'm sorry, Jason, I'm drunk, I don't - I don't know what I'm saying.
[Way to heck this one up, Drake. Nice job.]
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Listen here, Timbers, and listen well. [ His voice had that dangerous edge to it.] That shit only happened once and your talking to the bastard that did it. Don't bring that shit up again. Don't bring him up unless you want to walk your ass all the way home drunk. Understood?
[ He couldn't just let it go.]
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I know, Jason - I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't - I didn't mean anything, I -
[I fucked up, things were sort of OK and now they're not, I ruined it, and he can taste the bile rising up in the back of his throat. This was a mistake. All of this was a mistake.]
I - I think - I'm gonna be sick.
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switching to pb account for this <3
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