#hotorcoldevent

Jason only stood and stared. Lighting struck once again, illuminating the strangely intense look on his face. Tim took a deep breath of the thick Gotham air, smelling smog and hot asphalt and nearly clean water. He stepped forward.

"You saved me," he said. He lost some of his composure when he added, "I don't even know why you did. You shouldn't have. But you did, and now I'm going to keep you safe. Even from yourself."

Jason, too, took a step closer. Tim braced himself. He'd seen the mindless violence when Jason had attacked the assassins right out of the pit. He knew how bad this could be. He had his hand on his staff, ready to expand it at any moment.

But he hesitated. Jason was moving slowly, deliberately, entirely focused on him. Logically, it couldn't be anything but the precursor to an attack, and yet Tim simply waited to see what he would do.

Jason stopped in front of Tim and met his eyes. After a moment where they simply watched each other, he reached a hand out. Tim flinched. He couldn't stop himself. Jason froze, but only for a moment.

He put his hand on Tim's upper arm. He gripped, but not too tightly. He did the same on the other side, holding Tim in place. It was an incredibly dangerous, vulnerable position to be in. Tim didn't move. At this point, he could hardly dare.

Jason leaned over and nuzzled his nose into Tim's wet hair.

Tim almost sagged in relief.

He reached up, and Jason pulled back so that he could brush some of the water from his face.

"You're okay," Tim said, like he could manifest that it was and would continue to be true. "Everything's going to be okay. Let's go home."

And this villa was perfect. A luxury hut perched over turquoise blue waters, with cushioned lounge chairs. Perfect for relaxing.

The soft thud of feet let him know that Tim was back. He sat languidly on the edge of the chair, bouncing it a bit.

There was already a hint of red on his shoulders, the scorching sun taking its toll on his pale skin. He stretched his thin neck, his lips pouting as he asked.

"Can you help me with the sunscreen?" ~Two~

Tim slathered his sunscreen on, cursing the blazing sun. It was hot, and sweaty, and even the water was too warm.

He hated it. He much preferred Gotham's frozen streets and chill biting winds over this sticky 'paradise'.

You could always layer up in Gotham. But there was only so much clothes you could take off, before you got to your skin.

But Jason preferred the sun, the warm heat tanning his body so beautiful, his freckles a dappled coat.

Tim considered. This was a private villa. He had made sure of it. No one for miles, no boats. No people. All to themselves.

And, well... there was only so many clothes you could take off.

Tim walked over, sun lotion in one hand, and in the other...