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"You should be my robin."
Jason had said, out of nowhere, with such conviction that it didn't even sound like something Tim had to agree first. It sounded like a cold hard fact and that made Tim pause.
He'd like to day he wasn't startled, that he didn't need to stop for a second to just process the words again. But he did.
"What?" Tim asked, choking on the cheese of his pizza.
"You should be my robin." Jason said again, with the same unwavering conviction.
There was a smug tilt to his head, lik3 he knew Tim would agree. And for another few seconds, Tim had to stop and just blink to gather his thoughts.
A quick look around made him realize Bruce and Dick hadn't heard the outrageous proposition. They were too busy arguing over the food.
Maybe arguing wasn't the right choice, Dick was very excitedly talking about his favorite topinhs while Bruce looked constricted at the mention of pineapple on pizza.
Babs was there too, which on it's own was a rare thing, it almost required a full celebration, Tim wasn't sure what strings Dick has pulled to get her there but alas, she looked both dreadful and amused at Jason's words, that at least meant Tim wasn't hallucinating.
"I mean... I'm already Robin." Tim said, albeit a little quierer by the end as he brought his cup closer to himself.
The sweeteness of the mix of a energy drink with soda was pleasant to the huzzing on his body, it also gave him a couple of extra seconds to cast his gaze aside again.
Cass was leaning by the wall, her eyes focused on Tim, and despite shaking her head from side to side she also looked amused, in a way that made Tim really tempted to flip her off. He didn't.
"Sure Timbo." Jason snorted, leaning back in his seat and practically inhaling his own slice of pizza with a gigantic bite.
"But I mean *my* Robin." He said, fixing his gaze on Tim while crossing his arms.
And Tim...
Tim wasn't sure if he had been sleeping right, because this sounded like a hallucination, maybe a dream. Maybe this was a weirs afterlife.
Checking the clock on his phone he could feel his frown deepening on his face, it wasn't even that late yet, so maybe not a sleep deprivation problem.
"I think you're smart." Jason said, grabbing Tim from deep into his own thoughts and hauling him back to reality.
"Like freakish smart, honestly it's a little scary, but I think we could work realy well together, so what do you say Timmy? You wanna be my robin?"
"Sure." Tim found himself agreeing instead of asking more questions.
And really he should ask more. He should ask what brought this over. Why now. Why him. Why after everything, after almost killing him, Jason was offering something that made Tim's heart ache in the best way possible.
Tim was after all aware that Jason wasn't trying to kill him anymore, he even apologized a couple of konths later, and Tim didn't hold a grudge against it. But still. He thought that was the base of their relationship, it was non-existent, barely accepting each other's presence.
He felt warm, and cold, he felt like he was buzzing with a different sort of energy as he offered a sharp smile to Jason, something less 'Bristol, rich kid' and more 'I'll kick your balls if you try to take this away from me'. And Jason matched his smile.
With a nod and a indescribable smug smile, Jason got up from the table, moving around the furniture to grab another slice of pizza.
"Cool." Jason said, like it was that simple, like everything was as it was meant to be. Like Tim was always meant to be his Robin. The same way Jason had been his.
Cass groaned, coming closer to plop down next to Tim, shaking her head in mock disappointment while leaning against Tim's frame.
"Awfull." She said. "He'll be very annoying."
"Insufferable." Babs quipped from his other side making Tim snort a small laugh.
Later, he'd find Dick whining out loud about Tim choosing the murder-y prone brother instead of the 'fun' one. He'd find Bruce looking at him with tightly sealed lips, a small twotch in them betraying the soft smile hiding underneath.
Yeah. But he could deal with insufferable.