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"Seeing anything?" Tim's voice crackled over the coms.
"No, nothing." Jason stood on the rooftop, observing the quiet city below.
He huffed in frustration, of course the one week he had to watch over Gotham was the one week it was quiet. It had already been three days since Bruce had left them in charge; him being off on a League mission; and nothing had happened. The most exciting thing so far had been a couple of purse snatchers. Jason groaned as he bemused for what felt like the millionth time what his life had come to where he'd gotten to the point of sitting on a rooftop, bored as hell, and freezing his ass off for his sort of dad that he hated with a passion. Well, maybe not hated so much any more, but at least had a slight disdain for. The other bat family members were busy doing their own thing, so that left Jason and Tim.
"All quiet over here too?" Tim asked as he swung up onto the roof behind Jason.
"Yeah." Jason sat down, hanging his feet over the side and groaned again. "God, I wish I had a cigarette."
Tim's eye roll was obvious, even behind his mask. "Then have one."
"I'm all out."
"Then go get some."
"Ugh, too far." Jason sighed in an exaggerated manner, pleased when Tim gave a small twitch of annoyance. "Do me a favour? Go get some for me."
"I'm fifteen, dumbass." Tim cursed.
"Language." Jason playfully chastised.
"Fuck you."
Jason chuckled, but let it slide. Tim actually had quite the potty mouth, something that Bruce had no tolerance for. Bruce still told Jason and Dick off for it, despite them being well into adulthood. So, Tim's potty mouth was their little secret; Tim wouldn't tell Bruce how much Jason swore, and Jason wouldn't tell Bruce how much Tim swore. It was a mutual agreement.
"You wish." Jason smirked as Tim punched him in the shoulder hard.
"As if someone would want to fuck you, jackass."
"Oh, I have gotten plenty. Let me tell you, there was this one ti-"
"I don't need to hear about your sexual exploits." Tim quickly covered his ears.
"Don't be such a prude, Timmy." Jason teased.
"You're disgusting." Tim's insult was dampened by the deep blush on his face.
Jason laughed at the teen's expression, amused by his embarrassment while said teen punched him in the shoulder again. His mirth disappeared as a loud explosion suddenly rocked the city.
They both bolted up, looking over the city to see smoke rising from a building nearby. Tim grappled off, swinging towards the smoke, while Jason ran along the rooftops. Tim arrived at the scene first and ran in, unbeknownst to Jason.
"Red Robin, come in." Jason cursed as his call went unanswered, trying to spot Tim through the smoke.
Jason ran in after him, searching through the fire and cinder for his little brother. He grabbed a woman who was panicking in the hallway and lead her out, before diving back into the flames.
"Red Robin, come in!" Jason panicked as the smoke became thicker, struggling to see through it. He had a filter in his mask, but Tim had no protection at all.
"Damn it!" Jason cursed as the fire continued to rage, the flames growing with every second.
Jason raced upstairs, squinting through the smoke to try to spot a familiar suit. Almost all the civilians had been evacuated, so what was Tim doing.
"Red Robin!" Jason bellowed desperately over the coms, hoping to hear something other than silence.
"Damn it! Where are you Tim?!" Jason just got the same silence back in response.
Jason bolted up the stairs, the building groaning dangerously around him. Jason dived out of the way as part of the ceiling crashed down, almost crushing him. Jason sprang back up and kept running, the building collapsing around him as the fire continued to rage. He coughed as his mask struggled to filter out the smoke, the toxic air starting to invade his lungs.
"Tim!" Jason screamed, running faster as a pillar almost crashed down on him.
"Tim! Damn it, Tim! Where are you?!"
Jason stopped as he heard a muffled yell coming from a closed room. He busted the door open to find, to his relief, Tim. The teen's suit was ripped and he was clutching his ankle in pain. He had an oxygen mask on, but it wasn't very effective against the smoke; Tim coughing harshly and gasping in hitched breaths.
There you are." Jason couldn't hide the relief from his voice as he shot a window and smashed it to pieces.
"Hold on." Jason kneeled down and placed Tim's arms around his neck, grabbing the boy's grappling hook from his waist and lifting the disoriented Tim.
Jason slid a hand under Tim's bottom to support his body, and just hoped his younger brother would forgive him for the awkward hand placement. Jason ran and leaped out the window as the flames fully consumed the building, launching the grappling hook and catching it on a pipe. They swung out over the city, the journey a bit awkward and clumsy with only one person actually doing the work, but they somehow managed.
Jason landed in an abandoned parking lot, setting Tim down onto the pavement. He ripped the oxygen mask off Tim, and his own helmet followed soon after. Jason opened Tim's mouth and took a deep breath, pinching Tim's nose. He blew air into Tim's mouth, trying to encourage the teen to take deep breaths. Tim coughed once, twice, then blinked his eyes open, sucking in a deep breath. Tim rolled over to the side, Jason rubbing his back as he coughed up his lungs.
"What happened?" Tim's voice was raspy from smoke.
"Could ask you the same thing. How come you didn't answer your coms? Are they broken?"
Tim coughed again, his breath evening as he sucked in clean air. "Yeah, they're broken."
"How?"
"Dunno. Don't remember much."
"I found you holding your ankle, did you hurt it?"
"Yeah, I think I sprained it." Tim hissed as Jason gently placed a hand on said ankle.
"Seems like it." Jason stood and extended a hand out to Tim. "Can you walk?"
"I think so." Tim took it and let Jason pull him up, leaning on his older brother as his ankle flared with pain.
"I have a safe house nearby, it's just a few blocks."
Tim nodded and let his brother pull him along, grimacing every so often as pain shot through him.
"So, you said your communicator was broken?" Jason broke the silence. "Here, let me see."
Jason reached towards Tim's belt, but Tim pulled away.
"No, no, it's fine. I can fix it." Tim's nervous response made Jason suspicious and he quickly snatched the communicator.
"Jay, it's fine, really!"
Jason ignored him, turning on the communicator.
Only to find it working perfectly.
Funny," Tim flinched as Jason reeled on him. "this sure doesn't look broken to me."
"...well-"
"What else have you lied to me about?"
"..."
"Huh? What else?" Tim shrunk back as Jason towered over him. "When did you really sprain your ankle, Tim?"
"What?"
"When did you really sprain it? Because I'm beginning to think that it wasn't just now."
"...last night."
"Last night?!" Tim guiltily nodded. "And you didn't tell me?" Tim kept his gaze on the ground.
"Jason!" Tim cried out as he was suddenly hoisted over his older brother's shoulder. "What? Hey! Put me down!"
Jason stalked silently the rest of the way to the safe house, ignoring his brother's protests. Jason placed Tim on the bed inside and slid his boot and sock off, revealing the swelled ankle. He tightly bandaged it while his brother looked on nervously. Jason wasn't exactly looking forward to what he knew he had to do next either. He'd never thought he'd be in a position where he'd have to spank the teen, but what he'd done was stupid and reckless. Tim had to learn that just because Bruce wasn't here didn't mean that he was going to get away with it. As much as he hated it, Jason had to step up and act as Tim's big brother.
"Thanks, Jay." Tim awkwardly stood up, trying, not so subtly, to sneak past the raging Jason.
"Oh, no you don't." Jason grabbed by the arm and forced Tim to face him. "You and I are going to have a little talk, Tim."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. It was dumb of me to hide it. Can I sleep now?" The teen huffed out.
"Oh, I don't think you understand how this talk is gonna go." Jason sat down on the bed, pulling the reluctant Tim to stand between his legs. "You're going to get over my knee, and I'm going to tan your ass."
"What?!" Tim blushed furiously, renewing his struggling. "Wait, no, Jason! You can't do that!"
"I can, and I will, Tim."
"As if I'd let you!" Tim struggled harder against Jason's iron grip.
"You don't have a choice."
"You fucking asshole! You just want to hurt me! Fuck you! I hope you die, bastard!" Tim spat out.
"TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE!"
Tim froze at the use of his full name, gulping as Jason's furious eyes bore into him.
"You are going to take your pants down and get over my knee, now."
Tim shook fearfully, refusing to do as Jason asked.
"If you don't go over yourself, I will pull you into the bathroom and swat you with a hairbrush."
Tim shivered at Jason's threat.
"One,"
"Two,"
Tim unzipped his pants and dropped them, allowing Jason to guide him over his lap. Tim flinched as Jason put his hand on his boxer clad bottom, wiggling in the uncomfortably familiar position. Jason raised his hand high and swatted hard, following the swat with two more in rapid succession. Tim bit his lip as Jason continued, laying one swat after another until Tim's ass had a warmth eminating from it.
"Why am I giving you a spanking, Timothy?"
Tim squirmed as the swats continued, the cries of pain becoming harder to contain as the pain mounted. Tim hissed as Jason targeted his sit spots, the sensitive flesh searing under his palm.
"Answer me."
"Because you're an asshole." Tim spat back.
Jason hooked his fingers in the waistband of Tim's underwear and pulled them down to meet his pants.
"Hey wait, Jay, wha-" Tim was cut off as Jason landed hard smacks on his bare bottom, the pain much worse without the protection of underwear.
"Wanna try that again?"
"Because I was reckless." Tears started slipping down Tim's cheeks. "And I lied to you."
"And why did you lie to me? Why didn't you answer your coms?"
"Because I didn't want you to know that I was injured."
Tim wailed as the pain increased, Jason turning his bottom a burning, bright red.
"And will you ever do that again?"
"No, I promise, Jay! Please." Tim begged.
"We're almost done."
Tim cried as Jason laid into him, his swats falling in rapid succession. Tim wailed over his brother's lap, just wanting this to be over. Finally the spanking stopped, Jason rubbing Tim's back gently.
"There, there, Timmy. We're done. It's over."
Jason pulled Tim up to stand and was surprised with and arm full of upset teen, Tim clambering into his lap for comfort. Jason smiled and rubbed his back until he calmed down, rocking his little brother as they both fell asleep.