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He had green eyes,
so I wanted to sleep with him–
green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool–
You could drown in those eyes, I said.
The first time Tim sees Jason without the domino, his breath catches at the vivid green staring back at him.
Green eyes, flecked with gold, bright and hard. They watch him from the other end of the rooftop they shared, wary and uncomfortable. They've been dancing around this for ages now; flirtations that come off as sniping, anger that seems only to shimmer on the surface, never quite penetrating the words beneath it. Jason has been pulling his punches– Tim can tell– trying to tell Tim that they’re okay, in his own fucked up way. He’s been itching for fights less, content to verbally spar rather than leave his mark on Tim in a way that’s more visible.
Tim shivers at the thought.
“Replacement,” Jason greets, as Tim lopes over to him, cape fluttering in the early fall breeze that flits across the rooftop.
“Tim,” Tim reminds him, quietly.
“’S what I said,” Jason responds, shit eating grin sliding in place. Tim just rolls his eyes as he slides off his cowl and shakes his hair out.
If Tim sits a little closer to Jason than usual, neither of them says anything. They’re close enough to touch ( maybe in another life, Tim thinks , maybe later in this one, even ), but their gloved hands remain centimeters apart, never quite bridging the distance.