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The last goon is pistol whipped across the back of his head and falls to the ground in a loud thud. Nightwing stands adjacent to the scene as he watches Red Hood put his gun back into his holster.
“Looks like he was gunned down.” Dick quips, grinning.
“Shut up Dickwing.”
“What the fuck was that?!” Tim, with his arms raised, marches up to Jason. He’s fuming. “You couldn’t wait for the signal, you idiot? What are you, Leroy Jenkins?”
“Okay, Nerd. What was I supposed to do? We had a job and I finished it. They were about to go out and do some real damage.” Jason argues back, gesturing at the group of goons all knocked out on the ground around them.
“You certainly did some real damage, Red Hood.” Tim shouts. “Not just to these men but to MY case!”
“OUR case, Sweetheart.”
“No, this is clearly my case! Because you seemed to forget, I have this room wiretapped. They were about to mention their boss before you jumped in!”
“Hey guys, why don’t we all settle down before-“ Dick chimes in, stepping forward before he’s interrupted.
“Zip it, Dickwing.” Jason and Tim both bemoan in tandem. Annoyed, Dick steps back.
“There are a million more ways for you to get that information, Replacement!” Jason sounds cold.
“You are SO not calling me Replacement!” Tim hisses, electric sparks resonating amongst the air from the frustration.
“Red, I-“
“No, Hood. I don’t want to hear it!” Tim quickly leaps out of the nearest window.
“Red!” Jason calls after him, to no avail. Tim is already grappling away.
“Wow. My wife would kill me if I talked to her like that.” One of the goons says from the floor.
“Can it, You. They’re having a thing.” Nightwing hushes.
Jason grumbles something under his breath.
“Come on, Hood. You’ll work it out.” Dick reassures, putting a hand on Jason’s shoulder. Jason shakes him off.
“Not in the mood right now, Dickhead.”
“Fine. Why don’t you take the rest of the night off? I’ll hold the fort here until the cops arrive.”
“Whatever.” Jason huffs and Dick watches him leave out the window.
Dick watches and crosses his arms. “If anything, this is my case.” He says to himself.
“Family, man. They drive you insane sometimes.” The same goon from before offers his sympathy.
“Tell me about it.” Dick replies.
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Later, Jason lands onto the fire escape of Tim’s nest. He undoes the security system on the window, enters, and resets it.
Entering the apartment, he notices Tim sulking in a chair in the corner of the room. Sitting like a frog.
“Tim, listen, I didn’t mean for it to get so heated, and I said some things I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.” Jason apologizes. “So, we cool now?”
Tim, like a cinder block, remains unmoved and says nothing. Jason almost thinks this is worse than being on the receiving end of his fiery words.
“Come on Baby, let’s just forget it. I’ll get that information for you some other way.”
Tim looks back and glares. If looks could kill, Jason would be back in his grave. Tim looks away and audibly exhales.
Jason frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. Then a lightbulb goes off over his head and he heads into Tim’s room. Tim’s face scrunches up upon noticing Jaosn’s absence, and he turns to scan the room with his eyes. Frowning, Tim lets his rampant angry energy fade into remorse. God, what even are emotions? Tim feels like his lungs are drowning.
Suddenly, Jason returns, not in his chest armor, but wearing a shirt Tim loves seeing him in. Just right in terms of tight. It frames his form perfectly. And those pecs. Tim goes red at the sight.
Jason noticed and chuckles. Approaching Tim, his massive tits loom over Tim’s head. Tim stares up and notices the way Jason grins.
Tim exhales deeply. “Jason I’m sorry too. I overreacted. But please get those out of my face.”
“Come on, Baby, we both know you don’t want that.”
Tim says nothing and buries his face in Jason’s massive tits.