hey, hi! here a request: Robin or Red Hood Jay/Talon Tim. :)
Talon is a ruthless killer. Jason has watched him take out the Court’s enemies without so much as blinking. The younger man is methodical, skilled, strategical, and—most dangerous of all—patient.
He’s also touch-starved.
Jason discovers the fact by accident. They’re both attacking a new Penguin stronghold outside of Gotham; it’s one of these occasions where they find themselves on the same side and roll with it. Their hiding spot is small, though, forcing their shoulder and thighs to press together.
Jason expects a knife in his ribs any second. Instead, he gets Talon, tensing and then, all of a sudden, relaxing against him. The other man is still wearing his stupid glasses, but… There’s something about the curve of his mouth, the way his jaw drops slightly…
Jason doesn’t move, and Talon stays pressed against him in perfect silence until they have to leave and blow some shit up.
Curious, Jason seeks Talon out again. The next time they discuss a map, he leans over the shorter man and presses a hand to his back, all casual-like. And there it is again: Talon shudders, and he pushes back into Jason’s hand even as his voice doesn’t waver.
After that, it’s like Jason can’t stop. They run into each other more and more often (and it’s not just him, Jason doesn’t think), and every time, he finds an excuse to touch Talon, and every time, Talon lets him.
Slowly, a plan forms.
Over the years, Jason has arranged himself with the Court. They tolerate him because eliminating him would do more damage than good. In return, Jason’s never come up with a plan that gave him more of a 15% chance at victory. There is plenty of other big fish to fry in Gotham, so he’s concentrated on them.
Now, though, he’s been offered a chance at the exact thing he’s needed: Someone on the inside.
Jason has no prospects with the oldest Talon—the one who was once a circus performer—because everyone knows how loyal he is to the head of the Court. He thought the same about his Talon but… apparently not.
Red Hood stays in Gotham almost exclusively, by now, because he can’t stand how Talon looks when he’s left alone for weeks. The effect his closeness has on the other man is startling. Talon even starts joking around him, talking more in a week than Jason’s heard from him over the years. It’s like a drug to Jason: the rush of taming a wild thing, gaining its trust.
And then, Talon seeks him out. Jason, not Red Hood.
It should be terrifying to have an assassin standing in his living room, but… Talon looks pale and he’s shivering, and Jason doesn’t think twice about pulling him down to the couch with him.
“You’re icy,” he murmurs, grabbing a blanket and throwing it over them both.
“Mr. Freeze” is the only explanation he gets. Jason is sure that’s not the full story, but he nods and slings an arm around Talon’s narrow shoulders.
They sit in silence. Jason’s idly considering turning the tv back on when Talon shifts and says: “I’m warm.”
“So?” Jason squeezes his shoulder. “You don’t need to move, Talon.”
“Tim.” Talon’s voice is soft and almost sleepy, and Jason isn’t entirely sure he meant to tell him that.
“Okay, Tim,” he whispers. “It’s okay. Just stay like this, hmm?”
The assassin nods, and Jason feels him grow even heavier against his side, going boneless as all the tension seems to leave him. Carefully, Jason lifts his other hand, pulls Talon’s—Tim’s—head to his shoulder, and then just… lets it stay here, hands carding through Tim’s hair.
The tenderness in the gesture surprises even him.
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Also, sex havers group calls regularly ending in "Alright thats it. I'm gonna call Dream/Sapnap." with George already scrambling to lock his door & giggling in anticipation just hearing that "threat" 3/3 -Juno
🥺🥺 nawwwwww this!!!!!
G: “what are you going to do quackity?! what. are. you. going. to do?!?!”
Q: “i’m gonna fucking, tell dream to get his arse down here is what i’m gonna fucking do.”
G: “what wait no!!”
*phone call sounds from karls bubbles*
S: “whats up?”
K: “heyy.. yeah sap? you think you can uh, make your way over to georges room for a little pest control eh?”
gogy eyes widen, desperately flicking off his headphones, spinning in his chair and racing to slam his door shut. only dreams already there!!?? apparently there was not a moment of hesitation once quackity’s text came through, offering an opportunity to wreck gogy
D: “were you trying to lock me out, georgie~?”
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