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“I swear to God, if you don’t stop annoying me I’m going to throw you off this goddamn roof, Swan Princess.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Isn’t it my job to bug you?”
“Your job is to shut your motherfucking face.”
“That’s no way to talk to your adorable little brother. Who just fed you tacos.”
“You are – Fucking hell, is this what Nightwing had to sit through? I’m actually feeling sorry for him.”
“Nah. This is just for you – hey, that’s my cupcake!”
“Is it now.”
“Yes, it is. Just because you’re taller than me –”
“Everyone is taller than you.”
“Put it down. ”
“Make me.”
“Hood –"
“Elbows? Really? Aren’t you – ow, okay that’s it –”
Red Robin suddenly felt hands at his collar, being jerked upwards and then he was mid-fall. Huh, he thought to himself as he turned around and spread his wings, slowing his descent. He wasn’t kidding. To his surprise, he wasn’t angry, though. Jason had to know as well as Tim himself did that fell to his death was about as likely to be written on his death certificate as mauled by a unicorn was. This was probably just Jason-speak for putting him in a headlock and giving him a noogie.
A few seconds later, he safely landed on the street below, wings folding behind him, no worse for wear if a little ruffled from his impromptu free fall. Taking out his grappling gun, Red Robin immediately made his way back up to the rooftop of the skyscraper he and Red Hood were having their post-patrol junk food snack.
(Tim wasn’t quite sure when that had become a thing – without the alcohol – but apparently, it had. Not that he minded.)
Once he arrived, his cupcake was once again sitting on its box and Jason was throwing him a mildly annoyed look, but he looked more peaceful, centred, balanced than before.
“Jesus, you’re like a – a cockroach, or something.”
“I’m not sure whether that’s an insult or a compliment in this case.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Hmm, I’ll just take it as a compliment.”
“God, why.”
(Three weeks and four more incidents later, Tim came to three conclusions:
Jason never threw him off buildings that were less than twenty stories high.
He enjoyed the rush of suddenly finding himself in free fall way too appealing.
Chucking Tim off roofs seemed to be somewhat cathartic for Jason.)
(And if any civilians ever spotted Red Robin suddenly falling from the sky only to climb the very same building back up again mere seconds later, they never said anything. Well. Most civilians thought vigilantes were touched in the head, anyways.)
(They were right.)