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i finished song of achilles today and all i have to say is when will philtatos by violetsmoak return from the war
#i actually grieved when march 3rd rolled around and it had been a year since it updated 💔#jaytim#violetsmoak#dc comics#tim drake#jason todd
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Congrats on passing 200 followers! As for prompts, I’ve always been curious on what your take on a “Jason and Tim meet as kids (and eventually fall in love)” story would be like. Your writing has always brought me so much joy, so thank you for all that you do and share with us!
Summary: In which Jason’s instincts and Tim’s panic response are a little bit off.
Pairing: JayTim
Rating: PG
Author’s Note: Well, I don’t have my own headcanon for this because so many writers before me have done it so well, but I hopefully this fulfils your expectations!
This takes place at the end of Jason’s run as Robin. Jason is 15 and Tim is 12.
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Jason is being watched.
He knows this with the certainty of a kid who grew up on the street, and one who has worn the mantle of Robin for three years now. It’s pretty much impossible for him not to notice the sensation of eyes scrutinizing, and he’s been feeling variations of that for two weeks now.
And today I’m finally going to do something about it…
Gotham Public Library has provided him a manner of safe haven these past few months, when it’s too tense to go back to the manor and all of Bruce’s bullshit, and when he’d rather not spend another minute at school. He’s been letting himself get lost in his homework assignments and the occasional novel after school, and it’s close to peaceful.
Until the staring began.
To be fair, the kid doing it is trying not to be too obvious about it; he watches from out of the corner of his eyes and doesn’t let his attention linger for longer than a few seconds lest it become noticeable.
But there’s just something about that attention that sticks with Jason; it’s getting to the point where he imagines he feels it when he goes out on patrol, too.
More confounding is the kid’s knack for disappearing before Jason can get up the momentum to confront him. One-minute Jason will be surveying him, then he’ll look down to his book and back, and the kid will be gone.
It’s like he takes lessons from Batman when it comes to exits.
Jason doesn’t know anything about him, beyond the immediate facts: pale, black hair and very, very blue eyes. He’s young, the roundness of his face suggesting he’s younger than Jason, but he’s about two inches taller. Athletic, but in an understated way, his weight class far beneath Jason’s own in muscle alone.
The kid comes to the library alone, no friends of parents in sight. He wears clothes that are meant to look casual, but the brands are the same designer ones that Alfred purchases for Jason, meaning he’s got money. Sometimes he wears glasses—on those days Jason notices the staring more, as if the boy thinks having his eyes framed behind glass makes his interest less pervasive.
He’s also familiar in a way that Jason can’t place. If he didn’t know that no crook in Gotham would be so desperate as to employ a shrimp like this kid as anything other than maybe a drug runner, he’d figure he was under someone’s surveillance.
(His clothes are too nice, and those strange eyes not haunted enough to be a child of the streets like Jason.)
He always has a bunch of books he’s flipping through, or a tablet he’s working on; homework, from the look of the textbooks, but Jason’s caught sight of his reading selection on the Returns cart before leaving: digital photography, Zombie Survival Guide, histories of World War II codebreakers and varied biographies with no underlying theme.
It’s hard not to tap into all that Robin training to find out who his little stalker is; but he’s not paranoid, like Bruce, and there are more direct ways of doing it.
“So, the whole watchin’ me thing,” he says one day apropos of nothing and sits in a chair opposite the kid; this earns him a look that epitomizes ‘deer in the headlights’. “You got some kind of beef with me, or what?”
“What?” the boy squeaks.
“Every day the past two weeks, you sit at this table and pretend like you’re not starin’ at me—don’t say you don’t,” he adds when the kid opens his mouth to protest. “I know when I’m bein’ watched. Hazards of growin’ up in Crime Alley. So what do you want?”
He tries to come off as easy-going and joking, but with just the right edge of “if you’re fucking with me, I’ll end you” that Jason Wayne, adopted son of Brucie Wayne and former street kid would be expected to have. No point in breaking out the Robin voice or whup-ass.
“I—I was just—I wasn’t—you’re just—” the kid stammers, clearly having trouble formulating a response. Jason almost feels bad, but his suspicion about why he’s being watched by another kid with such intensity outweighs that.
He opens his mouth to remind the kid to breathe, when suddenly,
“Cute!” the boy blurts out, too loud for the library and earning a few irritated shh! noises from the study nooks in the corner. Jason barely hears those, his own brain trying to parse what the kid just said. “I mean, you. Are. Cute—I think you’re cute.”
And then his eyes bulge, and his cheeks darken, and he looks abruptly furious with himself.
Jason’s own cheeks begin to flame, his jaw-dropping a little in surprise.
Whatever I was expecting, that was not it.
He’s never been hit on by a guy before.
Well, not a guy in his own age bracket. He’s had plenty of come-ons from older, and often drunker, creeps.
“I’m sorry,” the poor kid gasps, and he’s snatching at his things, practically vibrating like he wants to rip out of his own skin in an effort to vanish. “I don’t know…shouldn’t have said that. Sorry, I’m just…”
The kid looks so ashamed that Jason instantly feels bad.
He’s not entirely sure how he feels about having a boy like him; the only attention he’s ever gotten like that has been from the opposite sex, and even that’s sparse. The only kids he comes in contact in his line of work is on his occasional trips with the Titans, and even they’re all older than him. Other than his first and only girlfriend, Rena—who had to leave Gotham when her dad got transferred to Star City—the girls at Jason’s school only show an interest in him when they think he might buy them things.
But, he’s also Robin.
And Robin’s supposed to inspire confidence in people. If there’s something about him—even just as regular civilian Jason Todd—seems approachable to this kid, then he’s got to be careful how he handles it.
Besides, he can’t help feeling a little bit flattered.
It takes him a moment to think of something that might ease some of the tension from the situation.
“Pizza,” he offers.
That makes the other boy freeze and stare at him. “What?”
That earns more shushing, and so Jason makes sure to keep his voice pitched low the next time he speaks.
“There’s a pizza place down the block from the library,” he says. “You can design your own with whatever toppings. I think they do vegan stuff, too. If that’s a thing you… Do you want to maybe…go there? And talk?”
He cringes inwardly.
Did that sound as lame to him as it did to me?
He always thought asking out a girl was hard to do, but he’s never given any thought to how it might feel with a guy.
Said guy’s jaw does drop at this, as if this too, is the last thing he expected.
“You don’t have to,” he rushes to say. “I mean…what I said before. It just—you surprised me, is all. And I—I should go.”
Almost before Jason can register, he’s completely packed up and across the library like he’s got Kid Flash on his trail.
Worried the kid might accidentally run into traffic in his haste, Jason hurries after him.
He finds him outside the stairs of the library, the contents of his rashly collected belongings spilled over the steps and muttering angrily at himself.
Without a second thought, Jason stoops down beside him and picks up the nearest notebook, holding it out to him. “Sorry if I freaked you out.”
“Don’t be—I’m clearly the one who fails at human interaction.”
“I’m Jason,” he offers.
“I know,” is the instant reply.
Jason’s soothing mood vanishes within the next second, once more replaced with cool suspicion as he straightens up. “Yeah? And how do you know that?”
The boy’s face whips up toward him and he makes an almost strangled sound, like he’s trying to choke himself from the inside.
“I don’t mean that like it sounded,” he rushes to say. “I’ve seen you before, is all. At Wayne events. My parents always get invited, and sometimes they make me come along, and…” He trails off, forces himself to breathe, and then offers Jason a wan smile and his hand. Surprisingly, for all his discomfort before, it doesn’t shake. “Hi. I’m Tim Drake.”
“Right,” Jason says slowly, accepting the hand warily.
Kid’s got a strong grip for someone so spindly.
That’s when it clicks for Jason, why the kid looks so familiar.
He has seen him before, hanging out with the other rich kids that always seem to flock together and circle the wagons at these things. Unlike them, he’s always seemed to be as uncomfortable at the parties as Jason was, and spent more time trailing behind his parents and shaking hands with people than with the kids his own age.
Maybe if I wasn’t spending so much time trying to figure out how to get out of those things early, we might have actually talked.
The explanation answers one question Jason had, but not the other.
“So, you’ve seen me at parties, and that made you decide to…what? Stalk me at the library?”
“No! No, I wasn’t—I happened to be in the library one day when you came in, and after that I just…kept…coming back,” Tim trails off, as if realizing he’s not making his case any better. He groans, pinching the bridge of his nose in a way Jason’s only ever seen Bruce do when he or Dick say or do something he can’t rationalize. “Look, it might come as a shock to you, but I’m not great with people. And you’re…” He gestures at Jason like that explains everything, “you.”
Clearly articulation isn’t a strong point, although Jason’s not sure if that’s an inborn characteristic or if Tim really is that flustered by him.
He kind of, really wants to find out.
Jason rubs at the back of his neck, trying to figure out what exactly he’s supposed to say to that, and then decides for both their sakes, he’ll let it slide. Instead, he says, “So, does that mean you’re in?”
Tim is taken off-guard. “Huh?”
“Pizza,” Jason repeats slowly. He jerks his thumb in the direction of the pizza parlor. “That way.”
That earns a stare, and then Tim’s blushing again. “I was serious before, you don’t have to—”
“Don’t tell me you’re not hungry. You look like you haven’t eaten since ever.”
“I have a fast metabolism.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I do!”
“Whatever. Consider it my civic duty as the son of a billionaire philanthropist,” Jason replies with a roll of the eyes. “The getting you fed part. You’re paying for it yourself, since now I know you have money.”
“But—I—what?”
“That’s how it works, isn’t it?” Jason says. “Go for a first date, then decide if you want to actually date or just be friends? I’m not sure, is it the same thing with guys as girls? Either way, I think it works out for both of us.”
When Tim continues to look at him, uncomprehending, Jason wonders if somehow he’s completely misread the situation.
“Unless I really did mess you up before and you just said that thing about me for shits and giggles.” Which is kind of a letdown, he realizes, and discovers he really doesn’t want Tim to have some kind of ulterior motive. There’s too much of that kind of thing in his life already. “Though…that still leaves the question about what you thought was so fascinating about this ugly mug.”
He’s barely finished the sentence, but Tim is blurting, “That was it.”
Jason raises an eyebrow.
“I mean,” Tim says, clearing his throat. “You’re not ugly. And yes to pizza. There is no world where the answer to pizza is ever ‘no’.”
“Barring parallel worlds,” Jason offers.
“Barring those,” Tim agrees and swings his backpack over his shoulder. He shifts, a little awkward. “So, where is this place?”
“Just down this way. We should hurry if you don’t want to get stuck in the supper rush,” Jason says, unable to stop the grin breaking out on his face. They start down the street together, but Jason pauses. “Before we go, just one more question.”
Tim tenses. “…Yes?”
“You’re not one of those weirdos that puts pineapple on pizza, are you? Because, I mean, the stalking thing I could probably forgive, but that…”
“Please, do I look like a heathen? The only thing that touches my pizza is Canadian bacon, onions and artichoke hearts.”
The other boy adopts a scandalized expression; it’s the first one that has nothing to do with outright panic, and for that, Jason is glad.
He makes a face at the odd combination, and then shrugs. “Weird. Then again, I’ll try anything once, so why not?”
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Yes, Tim is taller than Jason here. Because poor Jay is still malnourished and Timmy had a relatively healthy upbringing. I’d say Jay is 4′6″ here (which is canon for before he died) and Tim’s about 4′8″. Because there’s not enough tiny Jason fics in the world. :P
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Fic Preferences
I got tagged by #violetsmoak and I got no idea if I’m doing this right but I’ll try:
Copy/paste and bold your fic preferences because why not, gotta choose one (near impossible, but go with your first gut instinct), and tag someone because, again, why not.
slow burn or love at first sight
fake dating or secret dating
enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers
oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance with correspondence
hurt/comfort or amnesia
fantasy au or modern au
mutual pining or domestic bliss
smut or fluff
canon compliant or fix-it fic
alternate universe or future fic
one-shot or multi-chapter
kid fic or roadtrip fic
reincarnation or character death
arranged marriage or accidental marriage
high school romance or middle aged romance
time travel or isolated together
neighbours or roommates
sci-fi au or magic au
bodyswap or genderbend
angst or crack
apocalyptic or mundane
And I’ll tag Unnus Anuus. They don’t know me from Adam but they did mess around with a fanfic generator so why not?
That and I’m still trying to figure out this Tumblr thing so if Imma mess up it may as well be somewhere where my screw up will be drowned in all the other comments. 😄
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@violetsmoak asked: 16 or 26 jaytim? :DI’d have messaged but tumblr won’t let me for whatever reason. Maybe it’s a mobile thing *grumble grumble*
I went with 16 since I had a previous prompt fill using 26.
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“I love you.” Jason stared up at him with what Tim would swear were hearts in his eyes.
“You met me yesterday,” he replied, casually glancing over to make sure the restraints were still in place. Whatever Jason had been dosed with, it not only induced amnesia, but a strong fixation on whoever he’d come into contact with first. It was easier to just play along, but the grabby hands got tiring after awhile.
“Yes, and I would die for you,” Jason stated firmly. “Next question.”
Tim ignored him and went back to the analysis of Jason’s blood. Proteins and amino acids, those things he understood. Undying proclamations of love from someone who had tried to kill him? Better to shove those behind the heavy door labeled “ISSUES” in the back of his mind and make sure it was locked tight. Preferably with heavy chains and an ogre to guard it.
Nobody liked ogres.
“Tim.”
Ignoring Jason was easier said than done.
“Tim.”
“Tim.”
“Tim.” Strong arms snaked around his waist even as warm lips pressed a soft kiss behind his ear. “Hey, babe.”
Shoving away from the microscope, Tim cast a glare over his shoulder at the now unbound Jason. “I am trying to work here. This isn’t you, Jason. You don’t give a shit about me.”
“Yeah, I do.” Jason tried for another kiss and Tim went for the kneecaps, only to be spun around and pinned against the counter in his medbay.
“No, you don’t. Not like this.”
“Then the other me or whoever you’re talking about is a moron. You’re perfect, Tim. Perfect for me.”
Tim sighed as the hearts reappeared in Jason’s eyes. It was probably time to call Bruce for help. He fumbled for his comm as hands traced down the sides of his uniform, skimming over the belt and settling over his hips.
“Absolutely perfect,” Jason purred, palming his ass.
Yep, definitely time to call in reinforcements.
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I haven’t done an fic recs lately, so here are some ongoing fics I’m reading.
Give Thanks to Broken Bones by @thepartyresponsible, MCU/DC fusion, JayTony, Tony gets a surprise kid the scientist chick from Iron Man 3 and he’s looking for a bodyguard for her while he goes out and Iron Man’s and Jason is the secretive, super hot asshole badass that everyone from Batman to the X-men are recommending. This fic is absolutely amazing.
Chosen Son by Morimaitar, JayDick, Jason is taken in by Roman instead of Bruce and he’s trained and brainwashed and raised to hate Batman and help Roman kill him. This fic is a bit dark but I’m loving it.
Appetence by @violetsmoak, JayTim, Jason wasn’t found by Ra’s when he got resurrected but was found by John Constantine. Also, Jason can see ghosts. He gets pulled back to Gotham and runs into his replacement. Pretty cool so far, and you guys know I can’t resist Jason having any connection/interaction with magic and Constantine. It’s redheaded jay too if you’re into that.
Philtatos by @violetsmoak, JayTim, Jason and Tim are on an art theft case that turns out to involve Eros. He gets hit by cupids arrow and starts to go crazy, seeing himself and Tim in a past life. Not going to spoil who Jason was in a past life but it’s pretty cool.
Precedent by @cdelphiki, batfam gen. Jason gets picked up by a Bruce that already has Damian living with him as a child. This Bruce doesn’t intend to adopt Jason at first, just find a good home for him, but we all know how that’s going to turn out. It’s sweet and adorable.
Check Yourself by Joverie and @meaninglessblah. JayTim, Tim is a figure skater coached by Bruce and Jason is a former skater who was in the same position until a falling out with Bruce and now he’s a hokey player. It has some dark points (Let’s say Jason is being hurt/taken advantage of the owner of his team, you’ll see who that is) but also a lot of nice fluff and some good interactions that mirror the canon crazy well.
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Tagged by @violetsmoak, thank you! Sorry it took me so long.
Copy/paste and bold your fic preferences because why not, gotta choose one (near impossible, but go with your first gut instinct), and tag someone because, again, why not.
slow burn or love at first sight
fake dating or secret dating
enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers
oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance with correspondence
hurt/comfort or amnesia
fantasy au or modern au
mutual pining or domestic bliss
smut or fluff
canon compliant or fix-it fic
alternate universe or future fic
one-shot or multi-chapter
kid fic or roadtrip fic
reincarnation or character death
arranged marriage or accidental marriage
high school romance or middle aged romance
time travel or isolated together
neighbours or roommates
sci-fi au or magic au
bodyswap or genderbend
angst or crack
apocalyptic or mundane
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Tabula Rasa
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2KCIWxp
by violetsmoak (ErtheChilde)
Tim and Jason have known they are soulmates for years, though neither has said anything about it. Tim thinks Jason doesn't know, and is just trying to live with it. Jason thinks Tim knows but doesn't care, which is fine with him, he thinks the soulmate thing is a crock anyway. But one night, a minor mishap forces them to confront the issue head-on, leading to a series of events no one could have predicted.
Words: 5450, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), DC Animated Universe (Timmverse), Batman and Robin (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson
Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Additional Tags: JayTimWeek2019, JayTim Week, Prompt: Soulmates, Pining, Temporarily Unrequited Love, References to Depression, Drama, Angst, Romance, Family, a Lie, Bright Vivid Colours, Danger, Enemies to Lovers, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate Aversion, Soulmark Tattoo, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change, archive warnings may change
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Philatos
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZBgItm
by violetsmoak (ErtheChilde)
Summary: “Oh, I’ve no need of threats. It’s already done.” Eros points at the still bleeding wound in Jason’s shoulder. “When you saved bird-boy here, you got tagged by the same bullet I did; my blood’s in your veins now. And there are some really nasty side-effects when Olympian blood get in your frail systems.” His smile remains cold and cruel. “Mine’s particularly nasty.”
Words: 6607, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), DC Animated Universe (Timmverse), Batman and Robin (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Eros (DCU)
Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Additional Tags: JayTimWeek2019, JayTim Week, Jaytim - Freeform, Prompt: Mythology, Mythology - Freeform, Drama, One-Sided Attraction, for now, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change, JayTimBINGO2019
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The Specter at the Feast
by violetsmoak (ErtheChilde)
“Seriously?” Drake demands, losing some of his smooth calm at last. “You don’t find any of that compelling enough to—”
“To what? Start imagining serial killers where there are none? No, I don’t,” Jason snaps. “All I see so far is some rich bastard got caught running a Ponzi scheme, so he decided to take the easy way out and dragged his poor family with him. It’s what rich people do when things get hard; because if they can’t have it, no one can.”
That earns him a cold look. “Out of the other fourteen cases, only one of them involved a couple who could be considered rich.”
“Fourteen other cases where only you seem to notice the pattern. I dunno what you want me to say, buddy. Clearly, you got an ax to grind, so do me a favor and grind it away from my scene.”
Despite his words, it’s not a suggestion, and Drake recognizes it.
Scowling at Jason in something like disgust, he straightens up. “Fine. I’m going. But when another family is slaughtered by this nutjob—and it will happen—you’ll remember this discussion. Hopefully, before you have to answer another six homicide calls.”
Words: 8408, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Artemis of Bana-Mighdall, Damian Wayne, Kyle Rayner
Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Mystery, Detectives, Supernatural Elements, Tim Drake Sees Dead People, Jason is Psychic, But also in denial, Case Fic, Drama, Romance, Enemies to Lovers, JayTim Week 2020, Crime Scenes, Detective!Tim, Detective!Jason
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no safety or surprise
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Uro28e
by violetsmoak (ErtheChilde)
A haunting broadcast reveals the Joker’s final act and sets off a chain of events that will destroy the world. Terry finds himself collaborating once more with the estranged members of Bruce’s former team. As the end nears, however, he and the other Bats are faced with hard choices about survival—and forgiveness.
Words: 8185, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Beyond
Fandoms: Batman Beyond, Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman: The Animated Series
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M, Gen
Characters: Terry McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Sam Young (DCAU), Catwoman II, Arlene Drake
Relationships: Terry McGinnis/Dana Tan, Barbara Gordon/Sam Young, Nightwing/Catwoman II
Additional Tags: End of the World, Action/Adventure, Drama, Family Drama, Angst, Background Relationships, Canonical relationships, Bat Family, Batfamily Feels, Introspection, Eventual Canon Deviation, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Multiple, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Character Death, except not really, because of plot reasons, Very little romance
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Untitled JayTim WIP
Happy Evil Author Day!
Here’s a WIP I’ve been considering for a while for a one-shot (I know, shock! A non chapter fic from me? Will wonders never cease!) but haven’t really been giving a good amount of attention to because I’ve been focused on finishing Philtatos and the other fics I already have posted.
Pairing: JayTim
Rating: M for language, sexual themes (not nsfw tho)
Summary: Years from now, they’ll make up a story about how it really happened. After all, how do a series of autocorrect fails lead to a relationship?
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T: Wanna bang?
Jason stares at his phone for a full ten seconds trying to connect the words to the contact name.
Logically he knows Tim probably meant ‘hang’, since they have been doing that more often lately. Something about brunch and commiserating over Alfred’s waffles established a tenuous friendship that’s continued in the form of intel sharing and the occasional team-up on cases when they both happen to be in Gotham at the same time.
The relationship is about at the level of shooting each other the occasional meme or gif via text, and ‘hey, let’s grab a chili dog but you’re paying, Mr. Moneybags’. Even if Jason were inclined toward trying to get into his replacement’s pants—which, he’s not thank you very much even if he recognizes as a completely objective equal-opportunity appreciator of the human body that Tim Drake grew up hot—he also knows that Tim Drake is depressingly straight.
So, their occasional meetups have been nothing but casual, family friendly (for this Family, anyhow) encounters with no hidden subtext or intent behind them.
(At least he’s 87% sure, because Tim’s the kind of awkward pretty or pretty awkward that sends out flirt signals without even realizing it.)
In any case, it’s probably the most functional relationship Jason’s ever had with another Robin.
Which is why he’s fairly sure that this text is one of those autocorrect fails.
And he could let it go.
But he’s Jason Todd, and when has he ever let anything go?
J: Depends. Are you going to buy me dinner first, or is this just a casual booty call?
He goes back to cleaning and checking his weapons on his kitchen table, more out of habit than actually needing to. He was taught the fine art of weapon maintenance by the most paranoid man in the world, his guns never jam.
His eyes catch a flicker on his screen and he glances over, watching the three dots indicating someone typing for barely a blink. And then,
T: Omg
T: Shit I meant hang. Autocorrect.
Jason grins, imagining the face Tim must be making, and decides mocking him is more fun than unnecessary gun polishing.
J: Should I bring anything? Condom? Lube?
J: Vibrator?
J: Ball gag?
T: Wtf? No!
J: Also, you’re clean, right? Only B really drilled the safe sex talk into me so
T: Oh my god Jason why are you like this
J: Would it be your first time?
J: Because I’m not sure I should be the one to take your v-card.
T: I hate you.
J: Guess that means sex is off the table?
At this point, Tim seems to realize that the best course of action is to ignore him, which works well enough for Jason. He’s gotten his laugh out of it, and there’s really no need to beat a dead horse.
Or dead bird, as it were.
He promptly forgets about the whole thing when Roy calls him from the front of the ship and informs them they need to pick up supper somewhere because Kori vaporized the hotplate on the ship.
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The next time he hears from Tim, it’s the night after they save Gotham from a secret society of owls trying to make a creepy nursery rhyme prophecy come true. He answered his call for help against his better judgement since he’s still not on great terms with the Family and didn’t exactly linger to help with the clean-up.
(Barbie was just as unimpressed with him as he remembers, though it was nice to see her up and about again. There’s something cathartic in knowing the Joker couldn’t keep either of them down.)
He, Kori and Roy have just touched down on their little tropical getaway, and Roy’s already trying to get laid (although Jason’s not entirely sure if it’s with Kori or Kori’s ship at this point) and Kori’s smiling that ‘aren’t-human-males-so-quaint’ expression she reserves for the men in her life. Jason’s in the middle of trying to call that flight attendant, Isabel, to see if she’s interested in meeting up for drinks (“Yes, Roy, I know how to ask a woman out, now fuck off.”) when his phone chimes with a notification.
T: Thanks for the team-up. I know it’s not your favorite thing to do.
Jason makes a face at that, both the implication that he was contributing anything to any type of team, and the idea that he doesn’t enjoy beating the crap out of whatever creeper of the week is infesting Gotham.
He weighs the pros and cons of acknowledging that, but eventually texts back:
J: It’s my city too. Make sure you remind him about that.
There’s barely a breath before the kid replies.
T: Always do.
T: And since he won’t say it, if there’s anything you need in the future, just let me know.
And…well. There are possibilities to that. Having a Wayne—even an in-name-only Wayne—owe you favors is a hell of a thing. But it also carries with it the strings of staying connected, which he doesn’t want to out and out encourage.
His eyes flit to the open text to Isabel, and he reconsiders.
J: Know anywhere I can get a few decent suits? Not the Family reunion kind. J: And not so expensive I have to sell me soul.
J: Again.
If he’s going to try this whole dating thing again, he might as well make the effort.
Three dots over beneath his message, and then
T: Your sense of humor sucks. As usual.
T: I’ll set you up with my tailor’s contact info.
T: Gimme a sex.
Jason snorts, and before he’s even really thought it through, he’s typing back.
J: Nah, I don’t put out until the third date.
It’s several minutes before Tim responds—likely he’s gotten distracted by something; it’s the middle of the workday in his time zone, after all—and when he does it’s as indignant as Jason expects.
T: What? No! A sex!
T: A SEC!!!
T: Autocorrect.
J: Methinks the lady doth protest too much.
T: You’re an ass.
J: It’s okay, Timbers, you don’t have to lie. First step is admitting you have a problem.
T: Forget it. No favor for you.
Jason sniggers at that, earning curious glances from Roy and Koru, but he shakes his head. No need to explain the joker.
*
He still ends up getting in contact with Tim’s tailor. Turns out the kid even insisted on paying for whatever Jason wanted up front.
Which he’s not going to say no to.
Somehow, taking Tim’s money doesn’t feel as fraught as taking Bruce’s.
It doesn’t stop him from sending a needling message as he’s leaving the store after ordering several disgustingly expensive suits. (Seriously, what the hell is it with rich people?)
J: So are you my sugar daddy now?
He never gets a reply.
TO BE CONTINUED
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I was tagged by @awhitehead17 and @elareine! Thank you!
Rule: Post the last line you’ve written and tag as many people as there are words in that line.
“Yeah, fuck you too.”
Gee, I wonder who said this? The line is from my Castlevania inspired JayTim AU that just keeps growing longer and longer. I really just wanted to write Tim biting Jason’s femoral artery, but apparently, I also wanted loads of plot and backstory to happen first. grumble grumble grumble
I tag @lionsaint, @redrobinfection, @themandylion, and @violetsmoak
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Hello! So, I was looking for that fic you wrote (and kept me up all night because of it) about Jason and Tim being soulmates/Tim being shot and losing his memories/ Jason taking care of him. I've looked around for it on here and AO3 but I got lost. Could you pleeeease tell me the title of the fic? Hope your doing well during these batshitcrazy times. 💜
Hi! I’m actually doing pretty good! Quarantine’s got me super productive on stuff I actually like doing, so I’m sort of in my element lol! And I’m glad you like the fic!
It’s called Tabula Rasa and you can find it on Ao3 here or here on Tumblr!
Enjoy!
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Pieces of April [1/?]
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21099044/chapters/50202530
Summary: On the anniversary of his death, Jason’s second life takes an abrupt new turn and he’s faced with a challenge that neither Batman nor the All-Caste prepared him for.
Rating: PG-13 (rating may change later)
Warning(s): Past Jason/Isabel, kidfic, minor canon character death (pretty sure you can guess who), I’ll add more warnings/tags as I think of them.
Canon-Compliance: Takes place in between the two RHATO series, so after Roy and Kori and before Artemis and Bizarro. Jason and Isabel Ardila
Author’s Note: Exactly what it says on the can. I’ve had this idea kicking around my head for a while, getting in the way of finishing the next chapter of Philtatos and I figured if I started jotting down the basics of it, I could stop thinking about it.
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Despite the carefully cultivated exterior of a hardened criminal, Jason Todd is remarkably straight edge.
After what happened to his mother, drugs were never going to be a thing; he stopped smoking long before a lunatic clown beat him to death; and though his preferred hangouts tend to be bars, that’s more to keep an eye out for trouble than for slinging back shots.
There are exceptions, of course.
Coping with any kind of murder that involves kids. The days immediately following another one of Joker’s breakouts and inevitable mind games. Some of the worse fights with Bruce. And certain anniversaries.
Days like today, when all he is boils down to traumatic flashbacks of metal caving in his lungs and high-pitched laughter, and mounting fear turned to begging for the end. Circular thoughts and ‘what-ifs’ that he ignores or pushes to the back of his mind every other day of the year are stronger now, now occupy his mind with the stubbornness of a cancer.
Today’s a day for hard whiskey and keep it coming until he can’t see straight, for everything to melt away behind a fog of false levity until he wakes up again and he can forget for another year.
He’s nearing that point when his phone rings.
It’s not the harsh tune of I Hate Everything About You that he’s programmed for any of the Bats civilian phone lines, but a generic ringtone. Not a call to offer sympathy, but not an emergency.
(If they couldn’t reach the comm in his helmet, they’d just show up.)
He ignores it, goes back to his drink.
There’s a brief silence once it goes to voicemail, and then ten seconds later it rings again. The bartender is giving him a look with raised eyebrows, but Jason just gestures for another finger of whiskey.
Around the fifth time, Jason picks up the phone if only to turn the damn thing off or chuck it at a wall, but pauses at the Caller ID—Gotham General.
What the hell…?
No one he knows would contact him on a public hospital line.
His thumbs fumble as he accepts the call, but even as he barks out, “What?”, he hears a static click and the electronic monotone of his voicemail bidding the incoming caller leave a message.
There’s a pause, and then a stranger’s tired voice comes on the line.
“This message is for Jason Ardila. I’m Dr. Kerry at Gotham General Hospital. We have you listed as the primary contact for Isabel Ardila.” Jason straightens up as best he can at this. “I have news regarding your wife’s condition. It would be best if you came to the hospital as soon as possible. You can reach me at—”
He rattles off a number but Jason doesn’t catch it, mind whirling.
Isabel? Emergency contact? What the hell? Wife? Even more what the hell. At least she knew not to give his real name, but...again, why call him? They aren’t exactly close, and he hasn’t seen or spoke to Isabel since that thing at Elysium.
That was…what…last July?
He counts back again, needing to check his math against his alcohol muzzled brain. In any case, it’s a few months shy of a year, which makes it more than random she’s calling him now.
Wait…
“—can’t make it here within the next two hours, please contact a hospital representative to assist you.”
The message ends.
Jason stares blearily at the phone for several minutes, trying to put his thoughts in order.
Something needles at the back of his mind, and his thumb smudges across the screen to open his browser, pulling up Gotham General’s staff directory. It takes longer than he’d like to navigate, squinting at text that’s far too small before he remembers he can resize that shit, and finally he locates—
Dr. David Kerry, M.D., F.A.C. S., Obstetrician.
Jason’s stomach lurches.
He counts back again.
April back to July.
Almost nine months.
Nine months since the last time he and Isabel—
No. No way, it must be a coincidence. Probably she just got into some trouble. Trouble that needs the Red Hood to solve, and that’s why she named me as contact.
He scrubs a hand down his face, trying for sobriety.
But then why didn’t she call me and tell me? Why wait until she’s at the goddamn hospital?
And under the care of an obstetrician. That’s…the thing he’s most concerned about.
There’s no way. She said she was seeing someone, if there were anything, it would have to do with him. But then…why contact me and not him?
He’s dimly aware of shrugging his jacket back on, of throwing a bunch of bills on the bar-top and wandering out despite the barkeeper saying something to him. Of getting out into the chill and damp spring air, trying to hail a cab, because yeah, the bike he left in the alley has an autopilot feature, but Jason doesn’t feel like risking road rash if he slips off it on a sharp turn. Which he might do, considering he drops his wallet twice trying to put it back in his jacket.
Also, if he and Isabel need to make a quick exit if she’s hurt, it will be easier for him to steal a car later than try to put her on a bike. And if she’s not alone—
Don’t think about it.
As he gets his wallet back in his pocket, he remembers he basically gave the barkeep all his cash, and shit, does he even have anything left? This means he’s going to waste time going back in and taking it back since the guy hasn’t exactly followed him out to return it. Probably thinks it’s a tip or—
Jason stiffens, that sixth sense honed from a childhood on the street and training under the most paranoid man in the world bypassing his otherwise alcohol clouded senses to warn him. Someone’s behind him.
“Whoever you are, you really don’t want to test me right now,” he growls, speech only a little slurred. Shit-faced or not, he’s still a better fighter than any low-tier thug in Gotham.
“I’m not testing anything, except how much your situational awareness sucks when you’re drunk.”
The voice is dry and familiar, and Jason turns around, half-expecting to come face to face with Red Robin crouched in the shadows. Instead, Tim Drake is several feet away, dressed casually and leaning against a sports car that has no business idling on the streets of Burnley.
Jason didn’t hear him pull up, which means he’s been here a while—and he didn’t notice him.
Need to sober up now.
“The hell are you doing here, Drake?” he snarls to cover up his obvious impaired reactions.
“It’s the 27th,” the younger man says, slow and careful. “I’m keeping an eye on you.”
Of course, he knows what day it is…
Jason bares his teeth. “In case I do something crazy? Decide to go on a rampage?”
“In case you needed a ride home or someone to talk to or just make sure you don’t choke on your own vomit,” Drake retorts.
“Aren’t you the little do-gooder. How’d you even find me?”
“Roy Harper called me out of the blue. He told me someone should check in on you, and he figured for some reason I’m the best candidate to look in on you.” He shrugs and there’s a frown of confusion on his face. “Don’t know why he thinks so, considering our history.”
Jason suspects it has to do with Drake being the one who got him the information needed to find and save Roy’s ass in Qurac, but he’s not about to say so.
“Doesn’t answer how you knew I was here.”
Drake raises an eyebrow at that because, yeah, they both know how he found him.
Damn stalker.
Jason rolls his eyes. “Whatever. You found me. You saw me. Now step off, I’m trying to get a cab.”
He turns away and starts heading up the street to the busier intersection.
“Headed to another bar?” Drake wants to know, uncertain, like he’s trying not to sound judgemental.
“No, screw you very much, I need to get to Gotham General.”
And it’s further proof of how much his mind and his reflexes are on a roller coaster tonight, because he’s actually started the hand that falls upon his shoulder. As it turns him around, he instinctively lashes out with a right hook, but Drake dodges it with embarrassing ease.
His eyes are raking over Jason, up-and-down, re-assessing. “You hurt?”
He’s fishing, Jason thinks; none of them have gone to the hospital for an injury that wasn’t faked in years, least of all Bruce Wayne’s legally dead ex-son. Perhaps that’s why he’s able to detect the genuine concern in the bland question. It’s not laid on as thickly as Dick might do, or tinged with the hint of judgement and self-recrimination from Bruce.
Maybe that’s why he finds himself admitting, “Someone I know might be.”
The younger man nods, understanding; some of the intentness leaves his face.
“I could give you a ride,” he offers, nodding his head at the car. “I could get you there faster than a cab could.”
It’s on the tip of Jason’s tongue to refuse, before he remembers he has no cash.
He glances back at the bar once more, wondering if it’s the better option to “haggle” with the barkeep to get his money back. Suspects that will lead to a fight, which if Drake insists on hanging around (which he suspects he will, even if it’s just watching him from a distance, the creep) he’ll probably intervene in and—
This is getting too complicated.
“Fine,” he sighs at last, earning a blink of surprise from Drake.
No kidding. I’m surprised, too.
Still, if there’s anything going down at the hospital, if this is a trap or something, and Jason needs to ensure Isabel gets out alright, however much he is off his game right now, having Red Robin backing him up wouldn’t be the worst thing ever.
It’s not like they’ve never worked together before, or kicked ass doing it.
Jason course corrects once more, heading for the car. Still, he can’t help making a comment, just to show how much he’d rather not be doing this. “But if we’re doing this chauffeuring thing, you’re gonna keep your mouth shut about it. And fork over whatever coffee I know you have in that shitbox of yours.”
Tim is the one who bares his teeth this time, a sharp, cold smile that Jason suspects is the last thing his enemies ever see. “Call my car a shitbox again, and you can walk.”
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Pieces of April [2/?]
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21099044/chapters/50202530
Summary: On the anniversary of his death, Jason’s second life takes an abrupt new turn and he’s faced with a challenge that neither Batman nor the All-Caste prepared him for.
Rating: PG-13 (rating may change later)
Warning(s): Past Jason/Isabel, kidfic, minor canon character death (pretty sure you can guess who, not either of our boys!), I’ll add more warnings/tags as I think of them.
Canon-Compliance: Takes place in between the two RHATO series, so after Roy and Kori and before Artemis and Bizarro.
First Chapter
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Somehow, Drake maneuvers through the city without getting a single red light and without going over the speed limit. It wouldn’t surprise Jason if he’s jerry-rigged some sort of portable device to alter traffic routes, but he doesn’t bother to find out.
Instead, he finds himself hoping he’s gotten all this wrong—that it’s another attack, someone using Isabel to get to him, like what the Joker did—
And then he hates himself for thinking that, because the Joker is always the worst-case scenario, and as thrown as Jason is by his growing paranoia, nothing warrants dealing with that lunatic.
So, he stews in silence, choking down two disgusting energy drinks as fast as he can to try to shake free of his alcoholic buzz. To his credit, Drake doesn’t ask him any questions the whole time, though, from the way his eyes keep cutting to him, he wants to. It’s more restraint than Jason would get from the other Bats, he thinks.
They arrive at the hospital, pulling up right in front of the emergency entrance beside the ambulance bay.
“Do you need backup?” Drake asks as Jason he swings himself out of the car, somewhat steadier on his feet.
“No. This ain’t somethin’ I need a partner on,” he replies. “Thanks for the ride and all, but I buzz off.”
“Got it,” Drake says, shifting gears. “Circle the block a few times, just in case.”
He pulls away before Jason can argue with him, the sudden movement causing the car door to slam before Jason can close it.
He scowls after him.
Smart-ass.
Though, now that Jason’s actually at the hospital, the idea of having Red Robin as back-up is a little more palatable.
He shifts, appreciating the comforting weight of his guns in their shoulder holsters—insurance for the possibility that this is all a trap—and then strides through the emergency doors, looking for the reception area or equivalent since he doesn’t have the tolerance to search any directories any time soon. By some miracle, there’s no line of people requiring triage just then, and Jason presents himself to the harried-looking young man at the counter.
“I’m looking for a patient,” he says without preamble. “Isabel Ardila. I got a call from a Dr. Kerry?”
“Kerry…” the man repeats wearily, types something into the computer and says, “That’s Obstetrics. Take the elevator down the hall, maternity ward is on the third floor.”
Maternity ward.
The words echo over and over in his head, each repetition making the pit in his stomach grow.
Don’t know for sure. Could just be a coincidence.
He swallows.
He knows as well as anyone trained Batman that there is no such thing as coincidence.
Numbness and queasiness that has nothing to do with alcohol bleed into him.
The journey to the elevator and upstairs pass in a blur of half-formed thoughts and impressions. His heart seems to be beating a lot louder than it usually does. No sign of trouble that he can see, none of the warning signals that there’s something untoward afoot here.
None of his senses warning him of imminent danger.
Perhaps that’s what makes him the most uneasy.
Before he knows it, he’s standing in front of another reception area, asking another nurse, or receptionist or whatever she is, for Dr. Kerry.
“I’m looking for Isabel Ardila,” he repeats, barely hearing himself above the rushing in his ears. “Where’s her room? I’m her…uh…husband.”
Another flick of a hand across a tablet and the woman’s face goes carefully and deliberately blank.
Shit. Even someone without training can tell that means bad news.
“Someone will be with you in a moment, sir,” she says, going for sympathetic.
He barely has time to go through the half-dozen possible scenarios in his head before a lanky man with thick-rim glasses in a white coat over scrubs approaches.
“I’m Dr. Kerry,” the man says when he gets there, as if Jason couldn’t guess. “I was told you are Ms. Ardila’s husband?”
“Ex,” Jason lies automatically, and it comes out as a croak. “It’s…been almost a year.”
“Ah.” His expression flickers with understanding but remains grim. “I wasn’t sure. Considering you weren’t present when she was admitted, and she didn’t mention you beyond putting your name down as her emergency contact.”
“I’m…just as confused as you are.”
Probably more.
Kerry’s expression is sympathetic but guarded. “I’m sorry. I take it your situation was…not traditional.”
“No. She was…we were…,” Jason says, and then shakes his head in frustration. “Listen, do we need to rehash my personal life, or are you gonna take me to see her?”
Kerry stiffens, and then sighs.
“I’m afraid that will have to wait a moment, Mr. Ardila. In fact, I think you may wish to sit down.”
He gestures to the wall of uncomfortable-looking plastic chairs.
“No,” Jason replies. “I’ve gotten enough bad news in my life to know what that means, so just spit it out.”
“Very well. Then I’m sorry to have to tell you, but she died about an hour ago.”
Jason hears the words, reads the shape of the other man’s mouth as he says them, and yet they don’t penetrate.
He’s no stranger to death or loss, but this somehow…
She got out. We went separate ways, she found someone else, she had a life. She can’t be…goddamn it, she was normal!
“…placental abruption…started hemorrhaging…no way to get the bleeding under control…one in a hundred cases…”
He barely hears any of it.
Jason could understand if it was one of the many associates he’s had over the years—his line of work, death is always a risk. People who work with him know that—Kori and Roy and any or every Bat and…and everyone he has ever worked with. Death is just part of the gig. Going out in a blaze of glory is expected.
Sometimes literal.
Which is perhaps why it’s such a shock to hear it’s happened to someone like Isabel. Someone normal, someone not in the life, except for when he selfishly pulled her into it.
“…can understand the shock this must be. I’m so very sorry.”
“That’s…it wasn’t your fault,” Jason says, only vaguely aware that he’s doing it.
“The baby, on the other hand, is perfectly healthy.”
His gut clenches like he’s been punched.
“Baby.”
Before, it was just a suspicion. A worry. But that word—baby—it’s solid, it’s real.
“Yes. She’s doing well, despite the circumstances.”
She. There’s a baby. It’s a ‘she’.
Jason’s thoughts are refusing to connect properly for some reason, and it bothers him. He’s taken on entire squadrons of men when he was concussed and barely able to see straight. Fought back the side-effects of the Lazarus Pit, held his own against various members of the All-Caste when under the influence of their psychotropic, hallucination inducing herbal concoctions.
In all those cases he could think through his situation.
But he can’t now.
“I’m…not sure I should be offering congratulations, though,” the doctor admits. “From the expression on your face, you weren’t aware she was pregnant.”
“…I wasn’t.”
“The contact information we had for you…it was in the forms she signed upon admittance. She named you as the father.”
Jason stares blankly again.
He’s been expecting those words since listening to the message, and yet they still don’t seem entirely real to him.
“Mr. Ardila?”
“I…” Jason swallows, forces his brain to get back in gear. “Look. Isabel and me, we haven’t been together for a while.” Nine months, a while, and for a reason. “So…it could be mine…but it probably isn’t. She was with another guy. I don’t even know his name.”
“I see.” Kerry’s brow wrinkles. “That complicates matters. Ms. Ardila didn’t provide any other contact information for anyone else.”
Jason thinks back to every conversation he and Isabel had, trying to think if there was anything that can help here. He knows her parents are dead, that she never had any siblings; she has family in Columbia, but they’re cousins she’s never even met.
“…Other than you, at the moment, this child has no family. And if you don’t intend to take guardianship of her, a social worker will need to be contacted to handle the case.”
Jason tenses.
“Social worker,” he repeats. “You mean foster care.”
He has sudden flashbacks to angry yelling and a belt across his back, always being hungry and cold and unable to sleep for wondering if tonight would be the night the latest piece of trash foster father decided to slip into his room and pay him a visit.
Kerry must detect the distaste in his words, though not the exact reason behind it, because he says cautiously, “I assure you, it’s a valid option, and in her best interest. Babies—infants especially—have a high probability of being placed. If that’s the option you think best, she likely wouldn’t spend much time there.”
Jason doesn’t know what to say to that, thoughts still whirling. He remembers being taken away from Wayne manor, spending weeks in a spartan bedroom in Gotham’s Child Welfare Bureau—
It’s not the same. This isn’t the same situation; this is totally different.
So why is he freezing up and unable to make a decision right now?
The doctor is watching him, expectant, and yet Jason’s tongue feels rooted to the roof of his mouth.
“Surely before that becomes an issue, a paternity test might be an idea.”
Jason closes his eyes at the speaker’s words.
He doesn’t even need to turn around. Of course Drake didn’t listen to him; of course, he’s standing right behind Jason.
Probably has been for a while.
Dr. Kerry appears startled.
“M-Mr. Wayne?”
“Drake,” the younger man corrects, striding forward until he is standing beside Jason. He doesn’t look at him, attention fully on the doctor. His expression is mild, but jaw set and eyes calculating. “I’ve been emancipated for a while.”
The doctor visibly recovers himself. “Be that as it may, this isn’t exactly your—”
“Business?” Drake interjects smoothly. “I’m afraid it is since I’m his partner.”
“Partner?”
The slight bulging of the man’s eyes might make Jason laugh if Drake’s words didn’t penetrate his mental fog. He knows the other man means 'partner' in a totally different sense from what the doctor obviously infers from it. Any other day it would be a joke—hell, he might even play along with it, depending on his mood, drag out the joke to see how annoyed the kid could get—
“Great pains have been taken to keep that quiet,” Drake goes on, warning in his voice.
As in, ‘don’t go outing Tim Drake-Wayne to the press if you ever want to see funding to this place ever again’.
There’d that absurd temptation to laugh, again.
“Of c-course, Mr. Drake. Naturally, patient privacy is paramount. But you understand that legally, right now the only one with a say in the matter is Mr. Ardila, and—"
“And whatever his decision, we need all the facts,” Drake continues in a bizarrely reasonable voice. “He’ll submit to a paternity test, and I’ll expect it to be done as soon as possible.”
“Yes, of course, it can be rushed if that’s what you—”
“No.”
The doctor and Drake glance at him.
“No,” Jason repeats dimly. “No rushing it. I can wait like a normal person.”
“A standard paternity test takes two to three days,” Kerry says, nervous. “If you want to know as soon as possible—”
“Other people need their tests done more than I do—things that can save people’s lives,” Jason replies. With effort, he turns to face Drake. “And besides, I don’t need any of this on the record so your nosy-ass family finds out about before…before I know what the hell is going on.”
He doesn’t really need to raise an eyebrow to communicate what he really means; Drake knows better than any of the others.
The younger man turns thoughtful for a beat, and after several seconds, nods.
“You’re right,” he allows. Then he turns to Dr. Kerry, who has been watching the interchange with the discomfort of someone watching a marital squabble. “We’ll wait for the results then. In the meantime, we should see the baby.”
Kerry blinks. “What?”
“What?” Jason echoes.
And Drake, polished as ever, offers the doctor a weary yet charming smile that has to have been perfected over years of training. “She just lost her mother, and as uncertain as the situation is, until we know different, Jason is her father.” Jason almost swallows his tongue at those words. “I read somewhere that it’s important for babies to be held, especially so soon after birth.”
Kerry appears a little shell-shocked. “I’ll…I’ll have one of the nurses escort you, then.”
“Thank you. We’ll wait here. I think we’re going to need a moment if you don’t mind.”
“No, of course. I understand. It won’t take long.”
They watch him hurry away.
Jason immediately rounds on Drake.
“What are you doing?” he hisses, panicked. “Why the hell did you even come in here, I told you to go!”
“Since when do I listen to you?” Drake counters, fiddling with something beneath the sleeve of his expensive-looking jacket. “You spent the whole drive looking like you were headed to your own execution. You forget I’ve been around after you’ve died, and it’s not pretty.”
“Something else is about to not be pretty, and it’s your face,” Jason grouses.
“Threaten me or not, I’m trying to help you figure this out without having to wait two days.”
“I said—”
“I know what you said. And I have DNA sequencing tech built into my wrist computer,” Drake tells him, tapping the spot beneath his jacket. “Totally secure system, direct feed to my computer at the Nest, no other Bats involved, and we can know in an hour. I just need to get close enough to the baby for a cheek swab or hair sample.” He cocks his head to one side, challenging. “So are you coming?”
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