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"We've got to stop meeting like this," Dick's voice was pitched low and intimate, only just carrying to where Tim was tucked up against a wall inadvertently eavesdropping. He'd never heard that tone from Dick before. It was tender - warm. It definitely sounded like something Tim was 100% not supposed to be listening to. Which was too bad for him, since Tim seemed to be frozen in place so completely he felt like he should be looking around for Freeze. "Would it kill you to come see me when you're not bleeding?" Tim peeked quickly out from behind the wall currently hiding him. And yup, just like he figured, Dick was methodically stitching up a spot on a shirtless Jason's arm.
Jason's snort carried to Tim, as did the catch in his breath when the thread pulled through. "You know where I live, bluebird. I haven't seen you flying in this week."
Tim stole another look and felt his face go up in flames as Dick's head bent, pressing a slow kiss to Jason's shoulder. It was definitely not a brotherly gesture. It SHOULD be, Tim's brain told him. But it was not. At all. A jolt of traitorous, molten heat went through him as Jason's head tipped back, silently inviting the trail of kisses Dick was leaving along his shoulder to stretch their way to his throat.
Tim was DEFINITELY going straight to hell. He'd apparently not be alone, but still. He definitely had a reserved seat there. He rapidly decided it was worth it when Dick lifted his head to catch Jason's mouth again - thankfully pausing mid-sewing rather than trying to make out and perform first aid. Tim couldn't exactly fault his priorities, even though he absolutely SHOULD. It was kind of hard to be judgmental when you were the guy hiding and peeping at your brothers making out.
He nearly dropped his phone when it went off - thankfully on silent - with a text notifications. Tim rapidly caught it and hunkered down again, heart going a mile a minute as he scanned the text.
Best Sibling: Stop spying!!
Tim’s head jerked up as he looked frantically around. He finally spotted Cass at the opposite side of the cave, staring at him. Neither Jay, nor Dick seemed to notice. Tim made a face at her and hunkered back into his hiding spot.
Me: You First
Best Sibling: k. 
Tim craned his neck around to watch as Cassandra popped out of her spot and strolled nonchalantly across the room toward the main doors. Dick and Jason definitely saw her, and definitely didn’t care. Which meant they knew she knew. Did EVERYONE know? Was Tim the last one in the know because he was the one they knew would be a pervert about it? Did he have some kind of creeper-pervert aura?
Tim abandoned that line of thought on account of it freaking him out, focusing on finding a way to extract himself without tipping off the couple (COUPLE!) in the middle. His phone vibrated again and Tim glared at it balefully, as if that might come across the text to Cass. But he picked it up and read.
Best Sibling: They know you’re there, btw.
Best Sibling: Creeper.
He was definitely changing Cass’s name in his phone to something that properly expressed her level of evil. Possibly just “Satan”. She was the worst.
Me: You know? They know you know? What do you mean they know I’m here? Why are you awful?
He heard a vibration and then a small snort of laughter before Cass emerged from behind him to crouch in his spot with him. “Everyone knows,” she said aloud. He was Red Robin. He should be past being impressed by Cassandra materializing out of shadows. He WASN’T, but he should be. “They’re letting you see, dummy. They think you’re ready for the Robin initiation.”
“What?” Tim said dumbly. He tried valiantly to not look at Dick and Jason, even though there was a rustle of fabric that MIGHT be clothes coming off. He didn’t want to look … Fine, he didn’t WANT to want to look. But yeah, he definitely wanted to look.
He looked. Dick was in Jason’s lap. Tim’s brain immediately dedicated about half of its capacity toward analyzing that visual and storing it into vividly detailed long-term memory.
Cass managed to both be utterly blank, AND look at him like she wasn’t entirely sure he had a functioning brain at all. (It was also impressive, dammit.) Reading Cass when she didn’t want to be was an exercise in futility. Her poker face was legendary. Even Batman broke sometimes, usually when Robin (whichever one) did something spectacularly dumb, but not Cassandra. Possibly she just expected them to do dumb things, so that never shook her. Tim’s brain continued to be useless because it was too focused on people in other people’s laps, so he just repeated, slightly squeakier, despite whispering. “WHAT?”
“Robin initiation. Damian’s too young, Steph said she wasn’t sleeping with them for all of Bruce’s money. You’re the other Robin, so it’s your turn,” Cass said, as if it were somehow the most obvious thing in the world.
“An orgy?” Tim squeaked. “Robin initiation is sex?!” She was full of it. She had to be. He’d been Robin a while ago. He’d have known! Plus it was just ridiculous.
His brain agreed, but also added new, enticing images to its mental calculations. Tim hated his brain.
From the center of the room there came a low laugh, followed by a snicker. Tim’s face flooded bright red. That had apparently not been as quiet as he’d planned it to be. “Just come out, Drake,” Jason called, low voice still rich with amusement.
Cass’s face was bright with hilarity at his expense, and she gave him a little wiggle of a wave with her fingers. “Use pro-tect-ion,” she sing-songed as she stood, giving Jason and Dick the same little waggle of a wave.
“I’m good here, thanks. I already came out when I started dating Bernard.” Tim called back, burying his head in his hands. Bernard. There was another good reason he was an abjectly terrible person, given the thoughts he was having about HIS BROTHERS, right now. Cass’s eyes rolled and she flicked him in the forehead – then shoved him out into the open without even a gentlemanly warning. Tim squeaked again, but climbed to his feet. He felt like a man walking toward his own funeral, only … sexier.
There was SO MUCH wrong with him.
He was going to hack everything Cass owned or databases she was listed in to make note of her rampant flatulence. He’d probably die for it, but the shove called for vengeance.
Tim took a deep breath and looked at Dick and Jason. Both of them watched Tim, Jason’s hand absently stroking down and up Dick’s back, Dick’s fingers carding through the curls of Jason’s hair. Dick was smiling at him from Jason’s lap. His shirt was unbuttoned and his lips maybe a touch swollen. Jason was stone-faced, but his eyes were bright, and Tim could see the lurking smile he hid. Or he’d see that if his eyes didn’t keep tracking to bare chests and wandering hands.
It was actually offensive how good they looked together. Maybe Tim should reassess them for meta genes. Meta … sexiness powers. Inappropriate sexiness. “Hi.Sorry.” he said, words pushed together into one breathless one.
Jason snorted and Dick smiled, holding out his hand toward Tim. “Hey, come here, okay? We can talk,” Dick said. Tim deeply resented the gentle “talk to me” brother voice Dick used while he was visibly turned on. That should be illegal.
“Or not talk,” Jason said with a fake leer. Dick made a hissing sound of frustration, like an angry kitten, and swatted Jason upside the head, then went back to petting again, ignoring Jason’s grunt of dismay. Dick gasped then, and Tim was ninety-nine percent sure it was because Jason grabbed his ass. Tim did not try to move to see, but he dearly, dearly wanted to. He did, however, edge closer. They asked him to. He was trying to be accommodating and not at all see better. He wasn’t even a little bit haunted by the image in his head of Jason’s broad fingers gripping the meat of Dick’s ass.
Not. At. All.
Jason’s smile had an edge of teeth to it, like he knew what Tim was thinking. “Just get your ass over here,” he said. Tim tried not to let the image shift to Jason’s hand on HIS ass instead of Dick’s. Or one on each. But he drifted closer until he was standing beside them.
Dick leaned over to hug him. Tim tried to remember that Dick hugged all the time. He was half octopus. But it was pointless when the hug felt so very different with the knowledge (and view) he was currently working with.
“So we’ve been wanting to talk to you. With B and Al away, it seemed like a good time,” Dick said, one arm looping back around Jason’s neck.
“A good time to … put on a show?” Tim asked doubtfully.
Jason snorted a laugh. “Blame the bullet for that one. Dick gets handsy when he’s overprotective.”
“Bullet. Hole,” Dick said, over pronouncing each word. He pressed a gentle hand over the bandage. “One of us has to worry about you.”
“Excuse you, worrying is my and my anxiety’s job,” Tim blurted out, just because the moment felt … tender, and it made him uneasy perving on them when there was obviously something happening here. It didn’t make him STOP, he just felt worse about it.
Dick laughed and squeezed Tim with the arm still around him. He tipped his head against Tim’s shoulder. Tim swallowed. “So you just want to … let me know about it? This? You two.” Tim tried to stop them, but the last few words escaped anyway, too much hurt tingeing them for Tim’s comfort. “You told Cass.”
“Cass told herself and just announced it to us, practically before we’d admitted it to ourselves,” Dick said. “We were always going to tell you.”
“After Cass turned down the invitation, anyway,” Jason said.
Dick elbowed him this time. Tim tamped down on his hurt feelings with middling success. “Well, it’s fine. I mean, I didn’t expect … but I’m not going to tell Bruce or anything.”
Dick grimaced. “Pretty sure he knows and was trying to subtly tell me he understood it. It wasn’t subtle at all, just awkward as hell.”
Was it even possible for a conversation about his sons sleeping together NOT to be awkward for Bruce? Tim doubted it. But he couldn’t be bothered to care right now because those hurt feelings were welling up where they had no business being. “Does EVERYONE know but me?” he asked.
“Yes,” Jason said, earning another elbow.
“People kind of found out,” Dick admitted. “We were always going to tell you, but you were … harder to tell.”
“Why?” Tim asked, bewildered. “I get If you wanted to keep it from everyone and just got found out because you do stuff like make out in the Batcave, but why just me? Did you just think I’d be a jerk?”
“The last two we invited turned us down,” Jason said. Dick slapped him this time, but Jason caught his hand and pulled it back to Dick’s side, leaving their fingers intertwined. It was somehow more intimate than the lap sitting. Tim looked away. When Jason spoke again, his voice was softer, less brash. “Because it mattered what you thought, Dra– Tim.” He shrugged. “The others, it was fine. They’d either freak out and shun us, or they wouldn’t care. It wouldn’t change anything for us. You’re different.”
“What he means,” Dick began, “is that your opinion mattered. We’re together, we love each other.” He squeezed Jason’s hand, and Jason’s smile was all light, no lurking shadows, when he squeezed back. “But it’s not JUST us. The life we live – it can be lonely, and desperate, and short. There’s other people we love and want too. So we just decided to have whatever we can, while we can. With each other, and with other friends we love. You were complicated because you were also family, and it was different than it was with Roy, or Kory. And you had Bernard – we didn’t want to mess up something good for you. But with Bruce gone, and Cass saying she thought you and Bernard weren’t exclusive … it seemed like time to stop being chicken and tell you. We planned on it this weekend – we just didn’t plan on letting you find out by seeing.”
“We get you’ll need time to think, talk to your guy. But this is us coming clean, and asking if maybe you could be part of this, too,” Jason said.
“Oh there’s PLENTY of thinking happening,” Tim mumbled, earning a flash of that bright smile from Jason. Still, he couldn’t help but ask. “Why me? You usually can’t stand me, Jason, and Dick I’m like your pesky little brother.”
“People change. So do feelings. I haven’t hated you in a long time, Tim,” Jason said.
“And you’re my brother, but it’s not the same as it was,” Dick admitted. “I think it hasn’t been since the time I saw you locked out of your room at that hotel we were out, wandering around in a towel half asleep.”
Oh. That. Tim definitely remembered THAT humiliation. He hadn’t known Dick was … looking at him. It gave him a little thrill to know that.
But the thrill wasn't enough for him to understand WHY. Looking at them, Tim felt decidedly ... not-them-like. He was smaller, leaner, usually a caffeine-craving mess with a screen in front of his eyes. (Or a Bo in his hand, but THAT at least he had in common with them. None of them were ever more than a quick reach from a weapon.)
Tim didn't know what to say, and since Tim's mouth was more or less always ready to go, that was weird for him. All of this was weird, and he should take time to absorb it ... and talk to Bernard if they were serious. But he couldn't make himself say that, because it would mean walking away and all of this might just ... go away when he did.
"C'mere," Jason said into the quiet. Tim looked at him curiously, but he moved in closer. He was rewarded with Jason's free arm reaching up, big hand gripping at the back of Tim's neck, making his breath catch. "If you decide this isn't for you, then sorry, to you and your guy. But if you don't believe us, then maybe this will convince you." He tugged Tim downward, not hard enough that Tim couldn't have shrugged it off. But he DIDN'T. Instead he let himself be tugged in, and made an embarrassing sort of squeak as Jason's lips - full and chapped - met his.
It was a soft, lingering kiss. Dick's hand trailed over Tim's shoulder, down to curl around his hip and press to the small of his back. It was like being wrapped up in them, and the part of Tim that had hero-worshipped them before he became Robin - the part that never quite died no matter how many times he'd seen Dick in his PJ's stealing food from Tim's plate - that part of him had never felt quite so safe and happy. The rest of him was still panicking a bit - but not as much as he'd thought.
The kiss broke, leaving Tim dazed and Jason's eyes searching his face. He smiled at what he saw there, letting go of Tim and then saying again, softly. "Talk to Bernard, Timmy."
Dick kept his arm where it was and Tim just leaned into him, blowing out a shaky breath. "I already talked to him. Not about, you know, you. But in general. Other people." Tim hadn't minded, but he hadn't thought HE'D want anyone else either. "I guess the fact that my brothers are hitting on me will probably warrant another talk though." He looked between them. "It really doesn't ... it's not going to bother you if he knows?"
"For all he never shuts up about things, he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who'd out people," Dick said. "Plus, we didn't grow up together, we're not related. It's weird, but it's not too. We fell for people who share our life experience, love us, and who we spend a lot of time with. That's not really that unusual." He gave Tim a wry smile. "I might have spent a little more time justifying it to myself than Jason did."
"Jason already had a crush on you from your Robin days, so he had less ground to catch up on," Jason said with a quick grin.
Tim laughed, still a little breathless, and leaned more into Dick, who nuzzled his head against Tim's shoulder. "I'll have umm ... a rule," Tim said.
Jason's eyebrows climbed. "Alright. That was quick, but we have a few too."
"ONE rule," Tim said, emphasizing it. "Never ever again in the Batcave. This is a sacred, no sexy brothers space."
Jason threw his head back, laughing, and Dick pouted. "Can we maybe not emphasize the "brothers" thing?" Dick complained.
"No," Jason and Tim said in unison. Jason snorted and Tim continued. "If we're doing this, we're just gonna lean into the weird." He reluctantly stepped away. "So ... no Batcave. And I need to go see Bernard. And attempt to not have the image of you two taking over my ENTIRE brain."
"Make it the three of us, if you're gonna picture it," Jason said. Dick looked like he thought about smacking him again, but then just gave Tim a sly smile and leaned up - surprising Tim with another kiss - this one quick and harder than the one from Jason's soft, searching mouth had been.
"So you have more to think about," Dick said.
"Ngh," Tim said. "I'll ummm ... talk to you soon."
"If you feel like it, it might be a good night to visit Jason in that safehouse by the docks," Dick said with a smirk.
"Get out of the Batcave," Tim shot back, cheeks hot as he whirled to dramatically leave. It didn't work as well as it would have for Jason, he had dramatic exits down a science.
As he made his way back up, his phone chirped a notification and he looked down to see Cass texting him again.
Best Sibling: U ok?
Tim smiled to himself as he answered.
Me: Yeah. Not talking to you for a week though.
Best Sibling: You'll miss me.
Tim didn't bother to answer. He knew he would. He wasn't even going to bother changing her name on his phone. She'd sort of helped him out, after all.
Still changing all her profiles though.