#jaytim12days

On the first day of Christmas, my true love said to me --

Let’s have twelve days of JayTim! 

Okay, so that’s not quite how the song goes, but who’s up for a little holiday cheer featuring our favorite JayTim? This event will run from December 20 to January 3. The twelve prompts below can be interpreted however you like, as long as it features Jason and Tim. We know this is rather last minute, so there’s no pressure to go all out. Drabbles, ficlets, sketches, whatever works! When posting to Tumblr, use #jaytim12days within the first three tags so that we can find and reblog it under JayTim Week. If there’s enough interest, we can make a collection on Ao3 too.

The twelve prompts can be done in any order you like.

For @lionsaint, who got me hooked on Jason with wings. Can be a fill for 12 Days of JayTim - Scarf.

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The first time Tim had reason to notice Jason’s shadow, he ended up with a concussion, so he could excuse a faulty memory of that night. But the second time, a few years and some semi-mended bridges later, he found reason to question those memories. Because he was wide awake – okay, highly caffeinated, which was the same thing – and his brain was screaming that something wasn’t quite right with this picture.

But Jason disappeared before he had a chance to open his mouth, jumping off the rooftop and into the shadows below to pursue the lead Tim had passed on to him. Typical.

Their confrontation occurred a few nights later, the light of a full moon shining luridly over the city. Jason stood on the edge of the roof, one foot up on the ledge with a cigarette in hand, his red helm resting by his other boot. It was as though he was waiting for Tim, to see him and to ask.

Tim approached cautiously, uncertain of Jason’s mercurial mood. Things were better between them, sure, but it didn’t take much to set the man off.

Still, there really wasn’t a great way to phrase his question, so he just went for it. “What’s up with your shadow?” he asked, taking a seat on the ledge upwind of the drifting cigarette smoke.

“Took you long enough,” Jason muttered, flicking ash into the night with a practiced gesture.

“Well, the first time I noticed, I was a little distracted by your fist,” Tim countered.

“Fair.” Jason sighed and dropped the remains of the cigarette to the gravely roof, stomping on the butt with his heel to put it out.

The silence dragged on, neither of them making the first move. “Does B know?” Tim asked eventually.

“He’s never said anything, not to my face at least.”

That seemed to spur Jason into motion as he shrugged off his jacket, the leather falling to the rooftop with a soft thud from the weight. He reached behind him to the hidden zipper in his uniform and pulled it down.

Tim shifted from his perch, watching as the strong lines of Jason’s well-defined upper body were revealed. The skin on his back was as scarred as his own, a roadmap of where he’d been and what he’d seen along the way. All of them wore such marks on their bodies. Hazards of the job.

But there were two long, thin scar lines that ran parallel to Jason’s spine, silvery and shining in the moonlight. It was as though they were catching the light and holding it, growing brighter and brighter.

Jason shuddered and rolled his heavy shoulders. A quiet pop echoed through the night and Tim watched, stunned into silence as wings appeared, growing out of the lines on Jason’s back. Skin twisted and muscles rearranged themselves to make way for the extra appendages. Large and glossy, the feathers rose well over Jason’s head, reaching for the sky.

Words escaped Tim because majestic did not manage to quite convey the beauty of what stood before him.

The wings stopped growing and Jason rolled his shoulders again, adjusting for the new weight. His shadow remained the same, two large wings hovering behind him.

“Well?” Jason asked, prodding Tim’s mind to reboot. “Did I break your brain?”

Tim blinked and cleared his throat. “Yeah. Tim.exe needs a second because all I got is wow.”

Jason chuckled and the wings quivered with it, inky darkness that somehow managed to emit their own faint shine.

“Since when do you have wings?” Tim spluttered. He’d had no idea about these, not a clue. And if he didn’t, then Bruce definitely hadn’t either because Tim knew Jason’s file inside and out.

“Since I woke up six feet under,” Jason replied. “I think.”

“You think?”

“The first time they appeared was when Talia threw me off that cliff after my swim in the Lazarus Pit. Fall or fly.”

Tim bit his lip. The simplicity of the statement conveyed more emotion than many would feel possible. Fall or fly.

Really, it was the story of all their lives.

“Do you?” he asked, meeting Jason’s eyes. “Fly that is?”

Jason grinned. “Yeah.”

The smile on his face reminded Tim of a time long past when the man before him still wore short pants and pixie boots, flying through the night with the help of a grapple line following after their mentor. It was a smile that made Tim’s fingers itch for his camera as this level of joy was rarely seen these days and needed to be memorialized.

“They’re beautiful,” Tim offered, attention flickering between Jason’s face and the majestic wings rising over his shoulders. “I know that sounds utterly lame, but they really are.”

“Thanks,” Jason replied, looking down for a second before meeting his gaze head on. “Wanna fly with me?”

Tim gaped, shocked to the core at receiving such an offer from the Red Hood. “You mean it?”

“Scout’s honor I won’t drop you over the harbor.”

“You were never a Boy Scout.”

“Yeah, neither were you. So you wanna or not?”

Tim hopped off the ledge and drew closer to Jason until he stood alongside him. “How’s this supposed to work?”

Jason wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him firmly. “This should do it. And if not, you’ve got your grapple.”

That was all the warning Tim had before he was tugged to the edge of the roof and the two of them flung themselves over the ledge. Jason’s wings spread open with a loud snap, catching the updraft from the twisted corridor of buildings and alleyways below. They rose higher and higher into the night, Jason’s wings pumping strong and steady until they leveled out over the bay.

The air was cold up here and Tim wished he had a scarf for his face, but Jason held him close, warm and solid beside him. The sheer control he conveyed as he flew was masterful and full of grace, yet powerful at the same time.

Tim shivered and Jason looked over at him, a question in his eyes.

Emboldened by the magic of the night, Tim closed the distance between them, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Jason’s mouth. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you for trusting me with your secret.”

Jason grinned again and grabbed hold of Tim’s chin with his free hand, drawing their faces back together. “Don’t tell Bruce,” he breathed, and Tim nodded.

“Our secret,” he said, capturing Jason’s lips with his own to seal the promise.

“J-Jason?” Red Robin asked as he tried to smother his laughter. “What happened?”

Jason scowled and wriggled within his colorful worsted wool prison. “I got fucking yarn-bombed.”

“How?” Red Robin asked while pulling out a knife to cut Jason free.

“He tagged me in the legs with knitting needles, then had his little yarn demons jump me.”

“Yarn demons?” Tim asked.

“Yes, motherfucking yarn demons!” Jason snapped. “With all the weird we’ve been through. Is me getting trapped by an overzealous scarf really where you’re gonna draw the line?”

12 Days of JayTim!

Jason had his mom as a kid. Tim didn’t have anyone. Not really anyway. 

 They got older and had Bruce but even then… 

 Bruce hadn’t been the best father. Better then they had yes but not a good one either. He had his moments but… there was something broken in him. The family they had wasn’t really a family honestly if they would admit it. Dick tried, Alfred tried but it never felt right. Damian hated Tim and never made it a secret even if no one had fully seen how bad it was until it was too late to fix that relationship.

 But they still loved each other as a family. 

 But there was something about having their own that had appealed to the two. Having their own family, them and a kid or two. And a cat, couldn’t forget Darcy.

 It was what had them looking for a kid to adopt, a baby and maybe later an older kid like Jason had been. Neither wanted a bio kid. Damian coming into their lives had shaken both though they would never admit it. Blood had never mattered before but the boy liked stressing the fact he was the only blood son. 

 They had plans for their future, hopes and dreams. They imagined what it would be like to have their child.

 None of it was what it was like.

 “Hi Erica,” Tim said to the little baby in his arms. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

 “God she’s so little,” Jason breathed. He reached out to touch a small fist and the baby made a little noise. The new parents smiled at her as she blinked up at them, eyes blurry. “She’s going to be a heartbreaker when she’s older.”

 “Heh, and we’ll have to deal with parents complaining she broke their baby’s hearts.” They looked at her for a few more moments before Tim turned his face to Jason and smiled at him.

 “Babe?”

 “Thank you, Jason. Thank you for giving me this family.” Jason smiled and leaned forward to kiss Tim, a soft kiss that made him fall for Jason all over again. 

12 Days of JayTim!

“What are you drinking?” Tim asked Tam, wrinkling his nose.

“Peppermint mocha,” the woman said, rolling her eyes.

“Starbucks sucks with their peppermint mocha- barely tastes like peppermint.” Tim told her.

“Oh, like you can do better?” Tim raised an eyebrow and handed her his thermos. She took a drink and froze at the amazing taste of chocolate, coffee and peppermint. “Holy shit.”

“I can’t, but my husband can.”

12 Days of JayTim!

Both Jason and Tim hate the cold. For Jason it reminded him of being on the streets during the winter and how hard it was. For Tim it was because with him missing his spleen he had to be twice as diligent about his health. Going out in the cold for two long could hurt his immune system.

He had somewhat adjusted to no spleen but it was still a hard process.

Luckily, when it was cold out he and Jason would cuddle in front of the fire place, the warm flames bathing them in their light. Or they would cuddle in their bed, nice and warm and safe.