#darkstone13

“Would you have eaten if I hadn’t?”

A short but telling silence ensues. “I plead the fifth.”

Honestly. It’s a wonder this man lived to adulthood.

“You know, this is why you’re so skinny,” Jason says, conversationally, as he flips the second omelet in the pan.

“Nah, that’s the cocaine,” Tim says, equally conversational.

Jason pauses and half-turns, seeking eye contact. He doesn’t quite make it, not when Tim’s still clinging to him like a limpet, but the arms around his waist tighten in reassurance.

“Joking,” Tim says. “Obviously.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” Jason mutters, but returns his attention to the frying pan without further discussion. It’s not like it should matter to him, anyway, if Tim Drake is doing lines behind his back. That’s none of his concern.

“The only thing I’m addicted to is work,” Tim promises, then pauses thoughtfully. “And maybe your cock.”

It surprises Jason into laughing, and Tim finally lets go of him to make his smug way over to the breakfast bar. Two glasses of orange juice are ready and waiting, and he helps himself to one without hesitation, downing half of it in one gulp.

Sitting there in an old, faded t-shirt and sweatpants, too-long bangs hanging in his face, both hands wrapped around a glass of juice…Tim Drake looks soft. Soft and sweet and harmless.

You’d never guess by looking at him that this man needed less than a decade to turn a failing conglomerate into Wayne Enterprises’ biggest competitor.

It’s suspicious. He’s suspicious.

But he gives Jason the brightest, happiest smile when he places a carefully plated omelet in front of him, and maybe those suspicions are a little too easy to forget. They sure as hell were last night, when Jason followed him up to his penthouse suite and pinned him to his bed without a second thought.

It’s not the first time Jason’s done that. It’s not even the tenth.

“This looks fantastic,” Tim says. Rudely, he doesn’t wait for Jason to sit down with his own omelet before digging in. The way his eyes immediately close in pleasure makes up for it a bit, though. “And tastes even better. Thanks, Pete.”

He hums happily when he takes another bite, and hearing the fake name doesn’t even bother Jason anymore.

Yeah. This undercover thing’s gone way, way off the rails. Even if it does turn out that Tim’s up to something as shady as it looks like from the outside, even if he has done something worth killing over…

“Anytime.”

…at this point, Jason’s not sure he can.