#jaytimweek2026

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Kappa Pi’s party is already in full swing by the time Caroline Hill has lost her heels and gained a delightful buzz. She’s played a round of beer pong, danced with a few frat bros, and trauma dumped a sad story about having no family in the states. If someone’s looking for their next victim, it’s going to be Caroline.

“Heeeeey Cari— Caroline! How’re you liking the par-tay?” Caroline’s gracious Kappa Pi friend asks and she sidles up to the blonde girl drunkenly.

Caroline giggles conspiratorially, gesturing to where a few frat bros are loitering by the beer pong table. “I’m liking it a lot. Who knew frat boys get hotter when you’ve been drinking?”

“Hah, I’m pretty sure everyone gets hotter after a few shots.” Kappa Pi girl (Izzy? Issa?) snorts.

Caroline is about to ask I-name if she’s heard any rumors about the last girl to go missing when she’s interrupted by the drunk girl continuing on, “You shouldn’t even entertain these boys when you have a real man after you. Did you get any more of those sexy letters from Mr.Secret-Admirer?”

Right, Tim thinks. His secret admirer who had started stalking him around campus a week after he first arrived. A few gifts and letters left in less private areas had caught a few people’s attention before he could remove them and rumors have subsequently spread. It ended up being how Caroline Hill got the attention of some of Kappa Pi’s members.

Anyone hot enough to be stalked was hot enough to party with them, essentially.

“Not really… only a few flower bouquets since the last time we talked.” Tim lies. “I promised I would tell you if anything of note happens, didn’t I?”

I-name deflates a bit and pouts before she brightens with an idea. “If Mr.Secret Admirer isn’t staying up to date on his gifts maybe getting with a frat bro will make him jealous.”

Attempting to make a stalker jealous was not only incredibly dangerous but not what Tim is going for. Caroline doesn’t say this out loud, but she does seem put out by the suggestion.

“I don’t think—”

“Caroline?” A masculine voice interrupts from behind them.

The two inebriated young women turn. 

A man that Timothy can’t help but immediately nickname ‘Bradley Chadley’ once he looks him up and down towers over them. Bradley Chadley matches the extremely small and objectifying beauty standards of the ‘All American Dream Boy’. He’s got the height, is the muscular side of toned definition (especially in the upper body), and a perfect smile with white teeth and deep dimples. A real lady killer— potentially an actual murderer too.

“Yes?” Caroline asks, slightly breathless from the sheer attractiveness oozing off the man.

And that’s how Tim knows he’s caught a bug in his trap. Being surrounded by superheroes and vigilante’s all the time is like a 24/7 modelling show. There’s no way Tim’s being affected by Bradley Chadley without some sort of supernatural intervention.

“Mr.Simmons told me you were the person to go to if I needed help with this week’s Kinesiology project, the best exercise for strengthening your glutes with the least amount of muscular stress.” Bradley Chadley gives Caroline an appreciative once over, not objectifying enough to be icky, but slow enough to make her flush. “And I see why he did, you seem to be already putting your knowledge into practice.”

Like a ‘girls girl’, Izzy/Issa slips away with a shit eating grin and a long look at Bradley Chadley’s behind.

“Hah— thanks.” Caroline says, light headed as she tries to stay focused. “What do you need help with?”

Bradley Chadley shrugs sheepishly, “Honestly I’m pretty unsure about the whole project, including how to start. I’ve always been focused on the fastest results regardless of the amount of stress as long as it doesn’t cause immediate damage. Kind of short sighted, y’know?”

It is in fact short sighted, but his self-awareness is charming.

“How would you like me to help then? I can try to fit you into my schedule in return for a favor or two.” Caroline flirts subtly, batting her long lashes up at her mark.

Bradley Chadley looks positively pleased by Caroline’s feigned interest. “What about now? The party seems to be quieting down and my Greek House is about to dip. We could stop by one of the labs and catch up on some studying together?”

“Now?” Caroline pretends to play coy, “I mean… just us, alone?”

Bradley Chadley scratches the back of his neck nervously, “Yeah. If that’s ok with you?”

“Uh-huh. That works.” Caroline grins, biting her plush bottom lip.

The blonde man’s face changes ever-so slightly as if he’s thinking ‘gotcha’, a predator thinking it’s caught its prey. 

“Great, we can head out now.”

Not even a minute into their walk across the campus after they’ve said their goodbye does Bradley Chadley start up conversion (and Tim begins to wish he had asked their name before it had become too long for the question to be appropriate).

“So, how do you feel about biology?” Bradley Chadley asks out of nowhere.

Caroline blinks in surprise. This isn’t the conversation topic she thought this himbo would come up with.

She follows up, “Biology? Human biology?”

A new expression shifts across Bradley Chadley’s face. It’s one Tim recognizes from the reflection of himself in the mirror; obsession.

“I know that’s the focus of the class we’re in, but I’ve always been intrigued by the bodily science of fantastical creatures.”

It’s not where Tim expected the conversation to go, once again he’s caught unaware and finds himself scrambling to understand the intricacies of this unexpected social interaction. All at once Timothy is reminded of being young and chided for smiling too big or not knowing the appropriate amount of space to leave before speaking.

“Like Superheroes?” Caroline asks, looking up at Bradley Chadley with innocent bewilderment.

“Like fairytales.” He corrects.

The car that’s been following them a block down rolls past the stop sign without a care. It’s an offblack, beat up truck with a windshield so tinted a cop would have to write the driver up for it if they saw.

Caroline hums thoughtfully, “I’ve never really had the time to think about it to be honest. It does sound interesting though.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

There are eleven parts of this fic total, many of which are already up on my Patreon for those who want to read it early with planned posts. This fic will, of course, be posted for JayTim week, Patreon is just for those who want early access to mermaid smut.

They did not. Their artwork consisted of a random-yet-involved photo with either digital or conventional paint overlay or a collage of photos with hand-painted frames. …Or at least that's what Jason heard from the two of them when they first explained it to him in a jumble of words like 'exposure', 'ISO', 'laminate', 'etching' - and stuff like that. Whatever those means. The end result was quite fascinating, a little difficult to mass-print to the point where Damian had demanded Bruce to buy him a customized printing press specifically for the job of printing the first thousand copies of the first book.

No, Bruce did not give him a printing press, he instead acquired a small print company and upgraded their machine. They have been exclusively printing Matches' books on order since then.

"Are you sure they will not maim each other on the way there?" Bruce asked, right after Tim's car left the driveway.

Jason rolled his eyes as Dick snorted a laugh.

"Bruce, they're going to Bret's for photography and art supplies. They're not going to the Middle East to start world war three!" Dick quipped.

"I may consider being more… or less antsy if they were going to start a war against somebody else, though," Bruce mused whimsically. "Alas, I didn't raise psychopaths. So how's your book going, Jay?"

Jason sighed dejectedly. "It's… going. Those two decided that since I've reached three-quarters of the book, they should start the artwork." he said.

"The problem is that we haven't found an ending." Dick pointed out.

"No, no, no. I have found an ending. Richard here didn't like the ending and wants it to be a little more…" Jason waved his arms dramatically. "…colorful!"

"Well, yeah! Your ending is such an anticlimax the sun went back to sleep!"

"It's called a noir genre, Richard, it's not supposed to have extraterrestrials in it!" Jason snapped. Dick and Bruce exchanged glances. "Oh, no. No no no no no. I am not putting aliens in my book!"

Bruce cleared his throat, a little hesitantly. "Well, I have only read the outline, so I can't comment on the details. I don't think that the ending is bad, just a little cliffhanger-y, I think? Why did the dame insisted that Matches was her soulmate when she'd been married to Harvey for so long…"

"People change? Also there's the disfigurement accident?" Jason offered. "Oh, he's now Henry, not Harvey. And she's Josie."

"They split long before the accident happened, which was why she was suspected in the first place?" Bruce countered. "And why can't Matches find evidence that she was the culprit? Even with clouded judgement, Matches should be able to find something, not nothing…"

"Somebody else covered her tracks?" Jason reasoned. "Oh, and also, he's back at being a lawyer."

"Who?"

"I… don't know yet… —But definitely not aliens!"

"Harv— sorry, Henry was a prosecutor, now a corporate litigation lawyer - which is another word for white collar criminal lawyer. He would know a lot of criminals from all levels of life. Yet his first thought was his ex wife, and because he assumed Gil— uh, what was the ex wife's name?"

"Josie," Dick replied. "yeah, but this is the guy with like, 98% win rate."

"How many of the 98% are from his prosecutor days?"

Dick and Jason exchanged glances. "Quite a lot. But you've got to remember that Alsets usually come with built-in camera and motion sensor alarms. A stranger would not be able to get near without getting photographed and said photo would be sent to the clouds…" Dick explained.

"No, not true. I've actually broken in to several Alsets just for kicks. Their cams are literally placed in the same places - no backup cams. You spoof one, you can spoof them all. And I didn't mention if Josie was seen in the cloud pic storage or not."

"You've done what now??" Bruce demanded.

Jason shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, it pays to keep one's skills sharp, especially with the new car models."

Bruce sighed. "Just let me know if you need bail money," he remarked dryly. "Still remains the question of how did Henry's Alset get sabotaged."

"Maybe Matches was the one sabotaging it?" Dick said. "Matches didn't mention how long it had been since he'd last seen Henry."

"He didn't, did he? Should I put in a few years or something? How long would it take for a 3rd degree burn wound to heal, anyway?"

"with modern technology and skin grafts, a year. Maybe not 100%, but it would not be a harsh disfigurement enough to make people wince," Bruce inhaled. "You are hitting it far too close to home, by the way."

"I'm planning to actually go to Harvey before I publish and have his thought. I'm absolutely willing to pay him, too."

"Yeah, I thought you would. Don't give him more than 5%, he's still incarcerated and isn't allowed to profit from his crimes."

"Yeah, this is still Gotham and I'm sure Harv still has financial backup stashes all over the rats' hole in this city."

"Those are his assets," Dick replied lazily. "Bruce meant income, if you pay him, that's an income. As a lawyer, he should know of this, but never hurts to remind him just in case."

"In case he unleashed hi goons to put a twin bullet in my head?"

"Yeah, that, too."

"He's not…" Bruce caught himself and smirked. "Okay, maybe he would. But knowing Harvey, he'd be honored to be in there."

Jason groaned and stretched, "yeah, well, all things considered, at least I can be sure that the artwork for this book is gonna be stellar. Tim and Damian teaming up.. 'chef's kiss'!"

"Would also be a massive treat for the fans," Dick nodded.

"…or rift-breaker — we're literally the only novel writers who are constantly on display in tabloids!" Jason snickered. "I wonder what their headlines would be once somebody catch Tim and Damian in the same store…"

"'Breaking News: Tim and Damian Wayne spotted buying art supplies! Has Tim broken his ties with Jason?? Read it all on page 2!'"

"Page 2 is international news…" Bruce interjected absently. "Page 9 is tabloid."

"Everybody know Tim is loyal to me, you jerk - unlike you two himboes," Jason stuck out his tongue.

"By the way, what did Matches found when he investigated Harv— Henry's car?" Bruce asked, a little incongruously.

"I told you, nothing!" Jason replied.

"But you said that Alset take photos of every human face and send it to the cloud account it's related to."

It finally dawned on Dick. "Was the cloud account empty?"

Now it clicked on Jason. "Damn, guys.." he pulled out his tablet and skimmed through. "Chapter 5, Matches told Henry that the cloud was empty." he admitted. "So external third-party it is. But still don't imply extra terrestrial activity!"

"This is Hagmoth, though, you can take your pick between extra-terrestrial to extra-normal to paranormal," Dick pointed out.