#drunk tim

As they make their way down the street, Tim was constantly babbling about who knows what but the main thing is that Tim was walking along (more accurately stumbling along) with him and not resisting. 

It actually wasn’t until they were one corner away from the safe house entrance that Tim resists against him with a loud gasp like he’s just come up with the most brilliant idea ever.

From where Tim was trying to stop walking Jason glares down at him and tugs his arm even harder than before, “Tim let’s go, we’re almost there.”

Tim ignores him and carries on resisting against him, this time hitting Jason with one of his hands repeatedly, “Jason! Jason! I got an idea!” 

Jason grabs the offending appendage to stop the hitting. He stops them from moving altogether and stares down at Tim in question. He is kind of curious to what drunk Tim has come up with. 

“What’s that then Timbo?” Jason questions. “Getting to bed and going to sleep?”

“Noooo…” Tim gives him a look like he’s stupid for suggesting such a thing. “Let’s get a tattoo!” 

Jason blinks at him wondering if he heard the kid right. Apparently he must have been staring for to long because Tim starts hitting him again, this time with his other hand. 

“Let’s get a tattoo! We could even get matching ones!”

Jason blinks again, because yeah, he did hear him right the first time. There’s a pause between them as Jason looks down at Tim with a bewildered expression and as Tim looks up at him with a hopeful one. 

Jason couldn’t help but burst out laughing then and starts dragging Tim back down the street. “Oh baby bird, that is brilliant! Bruce would absolutely flip his shit if any one of us got a tattoo.” 

Thankfully Tim is no longer resisting to being pulled down the street and is stumbling alongside him once again but he was looking at Jason with a disappointed frown.

“Who cares about him, it’s our bodies. We should get to do what we want to them.” 

Jason laughs again, completely blown away by what he was hearing. “Believe it or not Tim, you do for a fact care about what daddy dearest thinks. Don’t deny it, you do. Getting a tattoo is a bad idea.” 

Tim makes a noise in protest and Jason ignores in favour of turning the corner they have approached and starts leading him towards the safehouse entrance. Managing to keep a hold of Tim he’s able to unlock the safe house, get through all the security and set it all back up again before dragging Tim to the bedroom. 

As Jason pushes Tim down on the bed and starts to strip him from the suit he was wearing Tim starts speaking again. “I really want to get a tattoo Jason, I think you should get one too. We could get matching ones like a little robin or something. Like something meaningful.” 

Jason sends him a look, “Baby bird, getting a tattoo on your is a horrible idea, especially considering what we do as our nightly activities. Your sober self would agree with me here.” 

“But I want one!” Tim whines pathetically. 

Jason shoves him underneath the covers and watches as Tim curls up around the pillow at the head of the bed. “I’m sure you do. Think about it when your sober and make a rational decision then.”