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Tim was in deep on one of his research holes when he was suddenly ripped from his computer. Energy drink swiftly snatched from his grasp—his reflexes had deteriorated that much due to sleep deprivation. "Go shower, you reek. Whole room smells of musk," one of his siblings parrot. "Don't make me have to force you in myself." He thought it was Duke coming in from the day shift.
"Okay, okay, I'm going. Jeez." Even his posture was terrible. Extending from the shrimp pose he'd been in for days, Tim's back audibly cracked in multiple spots. Sounding like a fucked up glowstick. But he ultimately listened, taking a long, hot shower. Not remotely caring as Bruce had the cash for it. Shaking his hair dry with a towel, pajama pants slung low on his hips. He'd take the opportunity to shave but he didn't trust his coordination.
Walking out, he tried to keep his eyes open. Navigating through the halls, he accidentally entered the wrong room. Immediately registering his mistake when he saw the hulking form of his older brother changing. "Shit! Sorry, didn't mean to—" Luckily, Jason wasn't fully naked.
Jason couldn't help but smirk at Tim. Back from the dead, it had been so long since one of his siblings had barged into his room. And he couldn't deny he had missed the feeling despite how much it annoyed him. Of course, out of all his adopted siblings, it would be Tim. "Like what you see, sparrow?" Tim was still unable to stop gawking, even with his sputtered apology.
"Don't worry, it's okay. We're both dudes, can be shirtless in front of one another." But it was Jason's original question that stuck on his brain. "You've changed." That was obvious, but it went beyond the physical transformation.
Jason had dyed his hair contrasting colors to the point it looked like a murky swamp. He had dyed his hair in experiments to see if his white streak could hold color or if it was like gray hair. Silver balls punched into his flesh via piercings. Cataloging them all, Tim noted a pair of snake bites, a double eyebrow piercing, and a nostril piercing. "Coming back from the dead will do that to you...you good? Seem a bit spacey and that's odd even for your usual sleep deprived self."
"...just peachy. I'm gonna go now, but you—you look good," Tim suddenly remembered his instincts yelling at him to leave. That he had landed in a trap. "Can stay if you...want." But Tim had already left, cursing the half-chub he was sporting in his boxers. Thinking to himself who would've known Jason would grow to be so damn hot?