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Dick stared a little jealously at the huge form slumped over, attempting to curl up on Tim's much smaller lap.
"How come he doesn't run or hit you when you hold him?" He finally asked and was gifted with a whole few seconds of Tim looking at him before turning back to his laptop, which was now precariously balanced on Jason's back. He went back and forth between typing and scratching Jason's head, stopping to scroll, and resuming when he got an impatient huff or a head lightly butting against his hand. It seemed an impossible sight to him.
Was Jason willingly choosing to relax and cuddle with someone? Not just willing but happy about it? It made no sense! Whenever Dick tried, he got elbows to the face and glares. Why did Tim get to cuddle him with no violence or pinning required?
Tim gave a hum as he scooched his laptop to position his boyfriend in his lap. "Well, for starters, we're dating."
"Yeah, but still-"Tim cut him off, "But I also don't try to attack him when he doesn't want to be touched. You come off a little intense, Dick. I know for a fact that he's not the only one to try to hit you for a poorly timed grab. Sometimes he wants space, sometimes he wants a hug, asking does wonders. You should try it sometimes."
"I never see you ask," Dick grumbled. Attack? He does not attack people when he tries to hold them. Right? The Titans were used to it by now. Hell, half of them hugged harder than him. Bruce almost never shrugs him off, he's been able to tell he's coming to hug him since he was tiny. Clark can take his weight without a blink…maybe he's just used to people putting up with surprise contact. Does he need to announce it's him before he snuggles with Jason?
"Because I know his tells and also will accept the fact that if I touch without permission and get scratched, then that's on me."
Dick stared for another second before it finally seemed to click. "Oh my god. Jay's a cat."
Tim cocked his head. "Huh?" He paused in his typing and petting at Jason's hair, and Dick pointed at the scene as proof. "No wonder he likes you! All the stray cats are always trying to climb all over you. You and Jason!"
Tim decided not to point out that they favored Jason best of all, and him second, mostly because they carried around homemade jerky and other dried meats for them. It only took seeing your boyfriend in a kitten pile so many times before you carry around treats that let you join in.
"I just gotta treat him like a cat if I want cuddles," Dick seemed to be thinking aloud at this point, and Tim rolled his eyes and waited for the older to leave out the window, shouting that he was going to call Selina.
Jason blinked an eye open on his lap. "Does he realize I heard all of that?"
Tim snorted and ran his fingers through his hair, lightly massaging at Jason's pressure points before moving up to scratch his scalp. "What? No, kitties can't hear."
Jason swatted at him lightly but relaxed back into his hold. "Well, this kitty wants a nap and Thai before patrol."
Tim bent to give him a quick kiss on the head before he returned to his head scritches. "Good kitty."