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Finally posting the one shot of this snippet here!

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"Is it alright if I come in?"

He should say no. This is his last chance from the universe to stop messing things up– whatever the hell this is –and try to work on things with Kon, even if he already tried so many times, tried to save a relationship that can't be saved.

Letting Jason inside is a recipe for emotional turmoil, it's a bad idea. Fucking him is an even worse idea.

"Sure."

Just a little Jaytim one shot I'm currently working on (and WILL post), enjoy this snippet!!

"I want you," Tim answered, like it was that easy. He watched the way Jason's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, saw the hickey he'd left peeking out beneath the armor. "It should feel wrong. It is." "We could stop," Jason offered. He was still all over him. Even if they stopped, they'd find a way to do it again. "We couldn't," Tim whispered, quieter, as if someone could listen in on them. He found that he wouldn't care if it happened, as long as Jason kept looking at him like this. "I don't want to, either," he added, licking his lips, and Jason's eyes fell on them, staying there. Then, Jason's lips were brushing his. "You said it's a bad idea."

"You have a new assignment."

Jason opened the file.

The photos showed a boy facing the camera. At first glance, he looked youthful. He had dark hair that fell around his piercing blue eyes. He had a small yet carved face shape. Despite it only being photos, his pale skin appeared smooth, Jason wondered if it would be as smooth to the touch as it looked. The boy seemed gentle, petite and docile. Elegant, even. But his eyes said the opposite— sadness, mystery and, most of all, exhaustion.

Under the picture, it read 'New Target: Timothy Jackson Drake'

"Do not be fooled by his appearance," the man on the other side of the phone said, voice cold as ice, as if he could read Jason's mind. "He is by no means naive. A genius, one might say, has a remarkably high IQ. He has been causing nothing but trouble. Might not even be normal, the client says."

Jason was curious to know more, to have the man explain what "not normal" and "nothing but trouble" meant. But nothing else came from the other line. No further information, no further elaborations. He knew better than to ask.

"The prize is a million dollars. Eliminate this target, and you will be allowed to leave the business."

-

Tim walked off the campus grounds to head to the bus stop, deaf to Kon's response on the phone. He stopped walking when the bus he needed to take home drove right past him.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He hissed, interrupting whatever Conner was saying.

"Are you even listening to me?"

Tim clenched his jaw out of irritation, kicking a small rock on the sidewalk.

"I just missed my stupid bus," Tim groaned. "Hey, I'll call you back when I'm home." He ended the call before he even gave Conner a chance to reply. Tim pushed his headphones off his head to his neck after he walked to the bus stop in front of Gotham C, defeated, to check when the next bus would come.

Tim scoffed. The next bus was scheduled to drop by in an hour.

Why was he always the victim of this city's cruelty?

"Yo, happy meal."

Tim turned his head to the left, and saw Jason across the street, leaning against a black Harley with a cigarette between his fingers. His white lock stood out against his black hair and hung in front of his forehead. He was in dark blue jeans and a leather jacket over a hoodie, halfway seated on the motorcycle as he eyed Tim with a lazy smirk.

Thinking about it, the motorcycle suited him. It suited his looks, his behavior and the vibe he gave off. He could picture Jason riding a motorcycle with ease, helmet on and leather jacket flowing behind him as he sped down a high way, his thighs straddled over the...

Holy fucking hell. Since when did he have a thing for guys with motorcycles?

"Earth to shrimp."

Tim blinked, focusing on Jason again. He caught Jason arching an eyebrow as he crossed the street, and once he got close enough his next words went flying out of his mouth.

"Are you stalking me?" He furrowed his eyebrows. It sounded like the accusation that it was.

Jason nonchalantly lifted his hand to take a drag from his cigarette. "Don't flatter yourself. You have more of a stalker vibe than I do, chicken nugget." He replied, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Tim managed a scoff. "Interesting conclusion you got there, Sherlock."

Jason gave a cocky smile, the teasing words ready on his tongue. He tried not to fall into that smile. "You were staring. Am I nice to look at?"

"Yeah. Your Asshole with a motorcycle vibe really gets me going."

Jason barked a laugh, the filter of the cigarette held to his lips again. Tim didn't get distracted by the way his lips wrapped around it perfectly. Jason hummed in thought and crossed his arms over his chest after he dropped the cigarette to the ground. He squished the last bits of fire underneath his heel, eyes still locked on Tim as he did so, and blew a cloud of smoke into his face. Tim's expression remained unfazed.

"Good to know I'm pulling it off."

"Really nice," he didn't even bother hiding the sarcasm. "Well, it was unpleasant to see you, but I gotta go." He said with finality, turning to walk away.

"Hey!" Jason called to get him to stay. "Where are you headed?"

Tim stopped and looked back at him. "Why do you ask?" He asked warily.

Jason rolled his eyes, morphing his expression into nothing but pure annoyance. "If you cared to look up, you'd see a storm's coming up and I saw you miss your bus. I'm offering you a ride, detective."

As if on cue, a loud and threatening thunder came from the sky. He stared, a little dumbfounded. "A ride?"

The guy groaned, completely unimpressed with his inability to understand what he was offering. He pushed himself off the motorcycle and grabbed the helmet, reaching it out towards Tim. "Are you coming or not? You're more than welcome to stand in the rain for an hour."

Jason's finger pushed onto the 'Print' button approximately seventeen times in a row, yet the machine refused to print the documents he had been told to print again. It was taunting him, its small screen laughing in his face because it was making him look like an idiot.

Stupid fucking machine.

It was playing tricks on him. About a minute ago someone else had used it to print documents, so why the hell did it not work now? The most likely reason was because he was the new unlucky employee who would have to face the big boss' fury because he couldn't do the easiest shit such as print a document.

Give him a break.

His eyes looked over to his laptop. 'Error: Printing failed' popped up on the screen for the ninth time and Jason wanted to rip his hair off and scream because why did technology have to be so difficult? If he did what his mind was telling him to do, it would be his farewell card out of this company, and he wouldn't risk being fired from Wayne Enterprises, not when he ripped his ass off during the interview to get the job.

Jason had a lot of pride, too much pride to ask one of his new colleagues for help. He needed to leave a good impression on all of them, or they all would think of him as incompetent and he couldn't have that. He was better than that.

"God damn it..." Jason growled under his breath, clicking on a few options to try printing the documents again.

'Error: Printing failed'

It took him all his will not to throw the laptop against the wall.

-

Jason did this to himself.

When Steph suggested setting him up on a blind date, he should have protested a little more than he had. Her words were kind at first. Then the first 'no' left his lips, and she switched to using force and brute violence. When she finally had him on the ground, twisting one of his arms behind his back, Jason broke and agreed to go on a date with whoever she wanted. As long as she left his arm attached to his body.

According to her, Jason looked blatantly miserable whenever she saw him alone. Even in his own home. You have to have some kind of life to look forward to when you're not Hood, she had said. But Jason wasn't interested in getting himself mixed up in dating. He barely had time for himself.

Being Red Hood was part of the problem. If he dated, he would only get his partner into trouble considering how many mob bosses were after his head. How was he supposed to explain the occasional bullet wounds? Steph had assured him not to worry about it too much. She had told him his date was understanding but refused to tell him more. Maybe his date was a cape too? And he also knew no one would be fucked up enough to give him their attention after getting to know him. Jason simply wasn't made for love, he was a man of guns and violence who also liked to read novels and drink tea, and that was all.

So, he made a plan. Steph may have forced him to go on a blind date, but she hadn't told him not to blow it. If there was anything that Jason was good at, it was fucking things up.

Summary: Tim always climbed on rooftops to take pictures of Batman and the second Robin. One day, the second Robin noticed him, but instead of destroying the camera and getting mad, he appreciated him and a friendship bloomed between them.

One night, Robin didn't show up and it was revealed that he died. That was when Tim's soulmate mark vanished and was covered by a burn mark. This happened to anyone losing their soulmate.