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It was winter, in Gotham. And Jason couldn’t find their last clean hoodie. It was nowhere to be found, not in their room, not in the family room, not even in the Cave. It was, quite frankly, frustrating. They had been at this for nearly twenty whole minutes by now.
“Hey Alfie?” Jason says as they step into the kitchen. The butler is standing at the kitchen bench, kneading dough out for what looked to be rolls.
”Have you seen my hoodie? The Wonder Woman one?” they ask.
“I’m afraid I have not, Master Jason,” Alfred tells them before he places another ball of dough onto the awaiting oven tray.
“Alright, thanks,” That…is not the answer they were hoping for.
Onto the others’ bedrooms it is then!
…After they retrieve that container of mixed herbs to go on top of the rolls that is.
Jason doesn’t bother checking in Dick’s room, their older brother has been in Bludhaven since Monday. Nor Cass’ room, she hasn’t been home in the last few days either. Nor Damian’s room, today is not the day to be skewered by some hidden knife or booby-trap. Nor do they chekc Duke’s room, after all it’s only been a month since the teenager moved into the manor so it’s most likely not him.
The room that they do check is Tim’s. The eighteen-year-old is staying over at the Manor this week so if their hoodie is anywhere, it’s mostly likely to be in here.
Instead of finding the red hoodie tossed in with the rest of the clothes that are likely to be in the third Robin’s room, Jason discovers said vigilante curled up fast asleep on his bed, familiar red fabric tucked around him. Welp.
They’ll have to leave this hoodie where it is. They aren’t heartless enough to wake up the resident coffee addict on one of the rare occasions that Tim’s actually asleep. Before Jason leaves to go hunt down their leather jacket, they make sure that the covers, which had previously been pushed to the end of Tim’s bed, are properly covering their brother.
By the time they make it back down to the kitchen, leather jacket securely on their shoulders, Alfred has finished rolling out the dough and is in the middle of transferring the trays into the oven to bake.
When Jason finally makes it back to their room after patrol that evening, not only is the red hoodie that they had been looking for earlier on their bed but so too is an older gray one that they had forgotten they own.
Tim had returned the hoodies? More importantly, he had known that they were looking for it?
He shouldn’t have returned the hoodie, either of them. Jason has almost the most hoodies of anyone in this family, second only to Damian, they wouldn’t have minded losing one to the black-hole-for-clothes that was Tim Drake.
The next morning, Jason sneaks into their brother’s room while Tim is down in the Cave. When the teenager returns to his room just over an hour later, he finds the red hoodie folded in an almost perfect replica of Alfred’s folding style (but most certainly isn’t ) with a sticky note waiting on top.
Keep it, Baby Bird.
I have too many anyway.
The note isn’t signed but Tim knows exactly who it is from. Because, really, who else could it be?
When he goes down for dinner that night, he wears the hoodie. When they see him, a shadow of happiness flickers across Jason’s face, from where they is seated across the table from Tim.