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souliebird · 5 years

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[[Kill Bill Sirens]]

It has been one week since Bruce Wayne came to his office and one week is a long time for Timothy Jackson Drake to think.

The next part of the Multiverse Jaytim Series It only took me like 2 years.

Warning: This wasn’t in the original plotline. I was thinking about Tim over the weekend and things just happened and here we are. Let’s pretend I edited this and know whats going on.

It has been one week since Bruce Wayne came to his office and one week is a long time for Timothy Jackson Drake to think.

Alpha has confirmed that someone has been monitoring them; that someone has been watching them with security cameras. Following them. Timothy has confirmed someone tried to, unsuccessfully, hack into his network. He has seen the carefully hidden traces in his bank accounts.

Jason, with too much tension in his shoulders, pointed out the lingering shadows on the adjacent buildings of his home.

The breaking point were the posters asking for information on the Red Hood, with a large reward if it led to his capture popping up everywhere, followed by a news segment.

It has been one week since Bruce Wayne came into his office and that was a mistake on his part.

It has given six days for Timothy to think, and plot, and act.

Timothy may have more anxiety than he knew what to do with, he may have been mostly deaf, and weak, and non-threatening, but there was one thing that Timothy did have.

And that was a flight-or-fight response stuck firmly on Fight.

It has been one week since Bruce Wayne came into his office and Timothy Jackson Drake is ready to take him down.

He has Alpha hack into Wayne Industries network, an easy task as Alpha is already wired in. He makes an appointment for himself with Bruce for nine am, Monday morning.

It is 8:45am and he is riding up the elevator to the executive offices. Alpha has already confirmed the man is in his office.

He steps onto the correct floor and knows he looks the part. He’s in his nicest sweater, nicest slim slacks. His watch costs more than some people make in a year. His briefcase and shoes are Italian Leather.

He is his mother’s child when he smiles at the secretary, “Good morning, I have an appointment at nine am with My. Wayne.”

“Mr. Wayne does not have any appointments this morning,” the secretary replies stiffly.

Timothy tilts his head just slightly, the polite but icy smile still on his face.

He would make Janet Drake proud.

“I am sure I do not have my date or time wrong, ma’am.”

She moves her mouse, clicks some keys, and her eyes narrow just slightly, but then she nods towards the seats along the wall. “Please have a seat, Mr. Wayne will be with you shortly.”

He sits, with his briefcase in his lap and waits. The double doors open within a minute and Bruce is smiling warmly at him. The smile doesn’t meet his eyes.

“Mr. Drake, please come in.”

Timothy gets up and strolls into the office, shoulders back with a confidence that only comes with six days of thoughts.

The door closes behind him.

“I wasn’t aware we had a meeting, Mr. Drake.” Bruce walks back around to behind his desk and sits. He motions for Timothy to do the same.

Timothy does, setting his briefcase by his feet, “We didn’t until fifteen minutes ago, Mr. Wayne. I added it to your schedule.” He waits a beat, then, “Alpha, please black out the room.”

Bruce’s face hardens and Timothy’s confidence waivers. Fear and nerves rush through him and he balls his hands into fists in his lap.

Alpha’s voice in his ear steadies him, “The room is blacked out, Sir.”

“I apologize,” Timothy starts, his voice surprisingly firm. “I did not think you would want anyone to listen in. I know I do not.”

“Mr. Drake, I am not sure what this display is -”

Timothy cuts him off.

Timothy cuts off Bruce Wayne.

“I need you to leave the Red Hood alone.”

Bruce stares at him and he actually does look confused, “I’m sorry?”

Timothy repeats himself.

“I..have no idea who that is, Mr. Drake.”

The act is good, it would fool anyone else. But Timothy knows and he only has so much time before the room is no longer a Black Spot.

“I know you don’t, Mr. Wayne. But you, and Dick Grayson, and Barbara Gordon, and everyone else inside your Family needs to stop trying to find out and leave him alone.”

Bruce’s eyes narrow and Timothy pushes forward.

“Or should I say Batman, Nightwing, Oracle, and the rest of your Bat Family need to leave him alone.”

Bruce’s face changes from something hard to amused, “I do not know what you are talking about, Mr. Drake.”

Timothy straightens his back to the point it's almost painful, “I have known who you are since Dick Grayson was in the pixie boots, Mr. Wayne. I am asking you nicely to leave Red Hood alone.”

Bruce’s face schools into something calm, emotionless. His eyes are hard again. “And if I do not?”

He doesn’t even take a breath. “Then the world will know who Batman is. They will know who Robin and Nightwing are. Who Red Robin is. Who Batgirl and Blackbat are. The will know who Oracle is and the links to the Gotham City Police. I will have it splashed across every major news network before I walk out of this building. Stocks will plummet, Rogues will riot, and so help me, I will let Gotham burn.”

“All for this Red Hood?”

“Yes,” Timothy says without hesitation.

“You realize this will not end well.”

“You threatened my family, Mr. Wayne. I realize there was an accident, that Jason was shot, but I was in danger and he was perceived as a threat. He wants to be left alone and he will be.”

“He is not a hero, Mr. Drake.”

Timothy picks up his briefcase and stands. “There will be an email in your inbox once I step out of this office. You have until I reach the bottom floor to reply ‘Yes’ if you and your Family and all of your associates agree to leave Red Hood alone. If not, you know what will happen.” Timothy takes a breath, then, less firm, less Janet Drake, “He does not plan to stay in Gotham much longer. Once he leaves, I will turn over all evidence I have to you. I understand what will happen to me, but you will not touch him.”

If looks could kill, Timothy is a hundred percent sure Bruce would have broken his no-kill rule by now.

But Timothy didn’t back down.

He couldn’t back down.

Jason was the first person in Timothy’s life to care about him, to look at him and see him, and Timothy was not going to lose that over a lapse in judgement.

And Timothy was so lost for him, so lost for the multiverse jumping vigilante, that he would do anything to keep him happy.

Including, apparently, blackmailing Batman.

Timothy gives his old cold look to Bruce, continuing to channel his mother, then nods, “Bruce.” He turns and leaves the office.

“Black Spot has been lifted,” Alpha chimes in his ear. “Email has been delivered.”

The email contains two photos and a video; two pictures of Bruce with his cowl down at different angles and a video of Bruce removing his cowl upon entering the Batcave, with Alfred walking into the frame before it cuts out.

Timothy knows the consequences he is going to face once Jason is gone. Once Jason is safely back in his own universe. Timothy is going to lose everything, but he doesn’t care because Jason is worth it.

Jason will always be worth it.

His is shaking by the time the elevator doors close, the gravity of everything crashing onto him.

“What the hell did I just do?”

“You blackmailed Batman, sir.”

“Oh my god,” all the anxiety and fear and everything was building inside him and what the hell did he just do? “I threatened Batman. Alpha, why did you let me do this? Oh my god, I’m going to be sick.”

“Sir, I could not have stopped you if I had wanted to. Also, I am going to now point out you have successfully blackmailed Batman because he just replied ‘yes’.”

Timothy falls back against the wall of the elevator, his heart pounding in his chest and his head spinning. “I think I’ve lost my mind.”

“According to the internet, Sir, love will do that to you.”

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koriandrsucker · 7 years

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jaykori, burn, baby, burn

remember how i said i was going to do these quote prompts? i didn’t like the last few parts of it. maybe i’ll post them if this is worth of something for someone?

title: burn, baby, burn.

warning: a lot of swearing. based on the universe of the teen titans series were (maybe) jason was red x. also, ENGLISH IS NOT MY MOTHER TONGUE, SO FORGIVE ANY MISTAKES. point them out to me and i’ll fix it, pleease.

"Fancy meeting you here, cutie."

He tries to keep it cool, but as hard as it might seem to believe —because, hell, does he not look handsome as fuck in his suit?— sometimes that's easier said than done. Still, Jason strives and presses his right hip against the kitchen table, crossing both arms in front of himself as well as his ankles while he prays to the gods not to fall on his face or to appear as awkward as the position is.

Starfire lifts one tiny perfect eyebrow and stops putting mustard over her breakfast. She states without even blinking. "I live here."

Red X became the newest member of the Teen Titans almost two weeks ago. Now he has a home with a bathroom included and, surprisingly enough, real friends whom he can call a family. The problem is, though, that Tamaraneans are quite fond of firsts impressions and they cling to the feelings they get from it, they're utterly true about and to them, no in-between. So, he was having a really hard time getting himself on Kori’s —he had learned her true name recently— soft spot.

"So, I was thinking--"

"That's a first."

Starfire seems to stiffen for a second, as if regretting her words. He speaks again. “I think we should date, cutie.”

He lets out a grimace and suddenly is all to glad he didn’t stop wearing the mask. Jason caught Beast Boy's sympathetic expression at the other side of the room, and he wills himself to swallow a sigh. She actually was learning to be sarcastic, a new way of protesting his undesirable presence. This is his fault, because who else would dare to fall in love with such a fierce woman? Then, again, who the fuck could not to.

He fucks up, of course. “I think you should leave.”

She resumes her task rapidly and takes her food to another place when she’s done. Jason doesn’t say much after that, he keeps her company until she leaves the room. After her fragrance stops lingering in the air, and for fuck sakes, isn’t he the lamest romantic fool in this world? He makes his way to Beast Boy, who is screaming something to Cyborg as the game they’re playing flashes a gigantic ‘Game Over’ sign. They only shut up when he pushes himself between the two in order to steal the latter’s control.

“Dude,” Victor speaks, watching them play again. “If you want to make her like you, you will have to do something else.”

“I know.”

ii.

He knows what he has to do, doesn’t mean he wants to do it.

He hates the fact that she is worth it.

“Keep your head up, kiddo.”

It was fucking hard to ask Robin to please, please, pair him up with her in their next stake-out. It earned him some distasteful look, even behind the mask. He was not oblivious to the way Robin looked after Kori, but he had noticed too the way he acted around Batgirl when they traveled to Gotham. That had been the reassurance he had needed to decide he was not going to stop, even if Robin was not happy about it.

So here they are. She’s floating beside him, watching carefully their surroundings as he keeps his eyes glued to the alley where it's expected to reappear some idiotic villain they have been fighting the last few days, dangerously close to the edge of the roof.

The only reason why Dick had agreed to it, was because he knew how important it was to have a good relationship with the team. Sucker.

He knows she’s concerned, she can’t help but show her emotions, though she tries to hide it and that only makes her look cuter. They hadn’t be able to get him xynothium, so he only has his own audacity to keep himself alive. That, and the protection she could provide. He almost felt glad he had to rely on her, despite the atmosphere.

Starfire was not happy and it didn’t have to do completely with him, right?

“I’m older than you, you know?”

She scoffs adorably. “Doesn’t mean anything. I’m in charge and you are just annoying.”

Hell, he was all tingly, she was the cutest thing alive.

This kind of exchange had become something common. They would argue to no end about anything he could do on purpose. For some, it might not be the best way to approach her, no one would want to make Starfire mad, but slowly she had started to say more words to him, to actually acknowledge his existence. He knew that at some point they were going to pass the angry conversation as they had done with the awkward one, maybe someday they could be just friends and for him that would be enough. For now, though, he was enjoying all this bickering.

“Well, you’ll have to make me.”

Robin’s voice cut any answer her parted lips might have been about to tell, lecturing them about keeping quiet. It was his way of showing some jealousy action, more now that they were kind of mad to each other, but Jason was not worried about it, not when he knew Kori was not so happy with their leader. She didn’t answer to Robin, which was nice, to be true, but her frown deepened and Jason only wanted erase it, though he much rather like to bring her down and kiss it away.

Her anger towards Robin only deepens with his cold words. He presses his forearms to the edge and casually turns off his communicator. He knows she is watching him and hopes she doesn’t take it on the wrong side.

“Do you think birds are scared of heights?”

He feels warm inside when she lands on the floor and slowly turns off her communicator too. The night seems all better without him rambling through their ears. With a sigh, she mimics his position.

“Shut up.”

“Someone’s grumpy.”

“Someone wants to die today.”

He laughs. He has to be some kind of masochist idiot. When he searches for her eyes and sees some kind of small smile, all laughter dies inside and he decides this time is okay to keep quiet, no more bickering, just her and those perfect lips.

(…)

“Can you kiss my boo-boo?”

Kori looks at him through her eyelashes. He knows he’s pushing it, but he can’t help it and it is her fault he is like this. She had smiled to him –though, maybe, not exactly to him, but who cares–, a pretty little push to her lips and he just didn’t know what was his name or where the fuck he was. It was a beginners mistake, but Jason was all about new beginnings these days, more so when she was around. When the bad guy had came out, his mind was elsewhere, maybe kissing her senseless in another rooftop, so in the end he had gotten himself injured. It was worth it, though, because she felt responsible for him and had been taking care of each necessity since yesterday.

Jason lifts his finger up higher in her direction. She is squinting her eyes to him as she holds a spoon with jelly for him to swallow. She made it herself and he is eager to try it, but priorities are a thing.

“Please? It really hurts,” he says.

He sounds too cocky for her to believe him, but she still flushes slightly, just as she has been doing this last few days. Jason really can’t help it, it’s all her fault. Robin is watching their exchange from a corner as Beast Boy snorts, in the form of a dog, snuggled by Star’s feet.

She pressed her lips to a thin line, looking all red and mad, but then kisses it with so much strength that his broken arm has to flex. Fuck. Worth it.

iii.

Trygon had destroyed the Tower. He feels kind of sad about it, but it has been a long time since he learned not to attach to things. Kori seems to think the same, she probably does, she has lost her home before, these he knows thanks to Beast Boy’s big mouth, but her eyes still shine with some kind of sadness he doesn’t like. Jason strides slowly in her direction and tries his luck.

“I just think the life of a hobo wouldn't be all that bad."

She watches him with mild curiosity, sitting by a rock as the shadows of Cyborg’s robots reflects on them, working on the new structure that will uphold their restored tower. “You are literally homeless.”

“So much freedom!”

Jason thinks she will ignore him, but then suddenly her laugh fills his ears and he has to close his fists to avoid taking her hand to pull her and press her against his body. He wants to hold her, feel her body shake with laughter while it. Shitfuck, he likes her so much better this way, he would do anything to keep it like that.

“You are such a fool.”

“What makes you think I’m joking?”

She smiles again. Fuck. Then she sighs. He’s so doomed.

“Why did this happen?” She asks, looking to the sky.

There’s no more sadness, just resignation, but also hope. He has no such luck, because even if she is the sun and she makes him happy just by smiling, life has fucked him over too many times to change by now, so he replies with blunt sincerity.

“Because sometimes life sucks.”

“That’s not a nice thing to say.”

He shrugs, some kind of bittersweet feeling slipping through his tongue.

“Not all things are nice and cute and perfect like you, princess.”

He meant it as an angry reply, he is angry to the world most of the time, but as he finds her green eyes looking at him, he realizes he just sounded plainly truthful. Painfully so. It is nothing new, not really, he daily tells her how they should date, how she should give him a kiss, how perfect she is, but he always makes it sound as a joke. He doesn’t laugh or shrug off his words this time, Jason lets them sink into her and hopes, just hopes.

iv.

The mask lies beside him as he stares to the night sky, both arms resting under his head. Thunder and lightning threaten the peace of the night, but Jason likes it, he is not afraid of getting wet, it is almost a promise he looks forward to.

It has been a long time since he felt this peaceful. The tower is good as new, their teamwork is even better. You might think that, living with Robin, things would be hard on him, but they’re not, both of them have become kind of close, only communicating through nods and silences; it is not much, but he knows it’s a great deal. They share some kind of affinity that Dick, as he now knows is his real name, doesn’t share with Cyborg or Speedy or Beast Boy. He actually wonders if maybe, in another life, they would’ve been able to be like brothers.

He is so engrossed in his thoughts that he smells her even before he can hear her. The fact that she floats around doesn’t help him much lately. She doesn’t give him enough time to put on the mask again, so he sits up rapidly and turns his face away from her.

“Do you ever sleep?”

He is surprised she knows about his lack of sleeping hours. If he didn’t felt so vulnerable without his mask, he would’ve smiled as big as he could. He clenches his fists and tries to stop the grin on his face, looking at her by the corner of his eyes. Shadows are casting above them, so he knows she can barely see him.

“Keeping an eye on me, cutie?”

He sounds oddly sure of himself, at least for someone who can’t face the other person. Jason thinks he is dumb as fuck, but the fact that she hasn’t take her eyes away from him scares him so fucking much he has to stand up and walk away, even if it means letting his mask forgotten by her feet. Kori crocks her head, following him with her glowing eyes, he can’t see it, but feels the burn on his back.

“I’ve never seen your face,” she says instead.

“It’s not something I like to show much.”

“Why?”

He pauses, then, he speaks truthfully, because he doesn’t want to lie to her. “It makes me feel more like myself: Jason Todd, orphan kid, trashy stuff.”

It is the first time he has told her his name and somehow he finds the strength to straighten up and look at her, though only through his right side. He likes her so fucking much that he can’t help but blurt out all the things he doesn’t want to, he has known this for quite some time now and the only thing saving him had been his mask, his other identity—Red X. She looks at him, her eyes bright and full of care and once again he is not surprised, that’s just the way she is.

“You are not trashy. I--” she stops, looks to the ground, then lifts her face. “I’m sorry if I was mean to you before.”

“You would’ve never be mean to me.” Even if she was, he would just find her endearing.

She looks to the ground again, then flashes him a shy look. “Do you mean it?”

“What?”

“The things you tell me. The names you call me with.”

He wonders what kind of expression he is showing to her as he walks a step in her direction, the light of a sing illuminating him, leaving him bare in front of her.

“Yeah. It’s always been you.”

She bites her lips. He wants to do that for her.

“I can’t. I’m sorry, I just can’t.”

He knows that, Jason knows she still looks after Robin. “I know. You don’t have to be sorry.”

“But I’m not giving up.”

She stands up slowly and before she’s gone, he speaks again.

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