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12. “So, what’s this I hear about you being deathly ticklish?”

Tim was hunched over the Batcomputer, more than 12 hours into an investigation into a new crime syndicate stretching itself between Gotham and Star City. His blue light glasses were abandoned somewhere in the pile of files on the desk, and his eyes were red and wide, pupils dilated. He had let time slip away, he hadn't even realized he'd been there longer than four hours, let alone twelve.

Jason had been trying to pull the replacement away from the screen for more than an hour. Every snarky comment and ordered command fell on deaf ears. It was like Tim couldn't even hear him.

Jason hated to admit defeat, but he did have to shoot Dick a text somewhere after the thirty minute mark for some sort of advice that could give him reprieve.

Advice is one word for what he got.

"So," Jason spoke aloud again, suspecting Tim wasn't really listening, "what’s this I hear about you being deathly ticklish?”

Tim gave... no reaction. He continued to worry over the papers in front of him in silence.

Jason sighed, long and deep, the type of sigh only harnessed by someone truly, deeply worried by the behaviour of one Tim Drake.

"You've forced my hand, Timmers." Jason positioned himself behind the creaky office chair, hands positioned above Tim's sides. "Any last words?"

Tim jumped in his seat, the sudden proximity of Jason's voice finally snapping him out of whatever trance he had fallen into. "Jason, wha-"

Jason's fingers dug right in, scratching and prodding Tim's tummy and sides, Tim's head went back, trying to get a better view of his attacker while laughter was forced out of him.

"Jason! Nohoho!"

"Sorry, Replacement. You got yourself into this." Jason teased, fingers mischievously scratching lightly over Tim's ribs before jolting back down to his tummy. The kid's laughter was surprised and frantic, picking up pitch every time Jason's fingers darted over to his ribs.

"I didn't evehehen do anythihihing!" Tim screeched, hands forgetting he even could protect himself.

(by the way I'm not forcing you! If you don't want to do it then you don't have to!)

ohhhh boy I am so happy you asked that. Mamas Boy tickle headcanons coming right up!

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GENERAL ;

- 45% Ler | 55% Lee, unironically more ticklish than he looks, but he can hide it pretty easy

- he’s mostly a lee-leaning switch, because he can NOT compete to the absolute competitiveness of the other killers when tickling is brought up

- his laughter is a mixture of light chuckles and snickers, which the other killers find cute, but never comment on it

- lelelele he’s so me core

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LEE ;

- ribs, hips, and the palms of his hands are stupid ticklish, legit looses it when his hands are tickled, it’s so hilarious

- also has a crazy ticklish neck, absolutely freaks out when it’s tickled… hey.. wait a minute….. why does that remind me of someone…

- prefers softer tickles, makes him feel like he’s in a safer place. Smiles

- squirms, wiggles, and fights back, he acts like c00lkidd in a way, but like. Less loud or something

- literally has to be pinned down, has and will buck people off of him, slowly turns my head towards noli

- speaking of that, John Doe is his primary ler, because he’s properly the only one who can deal with his crazy squirming

- STIMS!!! HE ALSO STIMS!!!!

- smiles like crazy, but it’s sadly hidden under his mask because of how shy he is about his face, usually persuaded in the end by the other killers into taking it off

- targeted by the survivors when they want revenge!!! evil!!! he still likes it at the end tho

- STUPIDLY weak to feathers, literally has to pray on his hands and knees that taph and shedletsky arent in a round

- personal headcanon… Jason is definitely an older brother type figure for c00lkidd, and that definitely results in tickle fights that end in him LOOSING!!!

- the aftercare he usually likes is just some simple cuddles, he also likes to occasionally draw and do crafts with c00lkidd, it’s a nice way to keep his mind clear

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LER ;

- ohhhhhh just because he’s a lee-leaning switch does not mean this man can’t be Evil

- the gloves he wears feel and look rough, and so they definitely tickle like crazy. Noob can confirm

- pretty good with how much or little he tickles, he can take a really rough estimate on what type of tickles work on a lee

- not really that much of a teaser, he usually just gets to the point really quickly! damn someone’s impatient! And he isn’t even the lee!

- usually targets noob, because he feels like they deserve to laugh instead of looking so. Scared

- if he’s really lucky he can tickle someone like 1x4, but she makes it an absolute CHALLENGE to even do, c00lkidd usually lets it happen because!! Platonic brother bonding moment!! the others usually make it a tickle fight

- feels kind of giddy when tickling others, because it’s just funny to him that people can just laugh if you trace their sides or squeeze their hips

- aftercare is usually some simple hugs! he doesn’t really like staying in one place for a long time

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I would’ve left this to go draw but I was so happy someone. Recognized that our dear Jason needs tickle headcanons! Thank you for the ask! And have an awesome day or night!

Based on this piece of art by the wonderful and amazing @fluffyweeby Tysm for allowing me to write this, and I hope I do these boys justice :3

Hello lovely gigglers! This is a tickle fic for the musical Falsettos! 

Summary: Jason wants to play chess. Whizzer and Marvin want him to do Bar Mitzvah practice.

What is ‘normal’? 

Well, according to Jason’s mother Trina, ‘normal’ was socialising with other children: making connections with people your own age. But that just wasn’t how Jason rolled. In fact, Jason’s strongest connection was with somebody more than double his age, his best friend Whizzer. Who also happened to be Jason’s fathers boyfriend, so they lived together half the time. 

Jason much preferred the time he spent at his father’s house to the time he spent at his mother’s. Trina was always nagging him to go play outside like a normal kid, but Marvin and Whizzer just accepted him for who he was. 

It was a dull Sunday morning, and Jason was doing Bar Mitzvah practice in his room at his father’s house. And he must admit, he was finding it very difficult. It was almost impossible to concentrate on the Hebrew letters before him when there was a chess board on the other side of his room just begging to be played with. And of course, his playing side won.

Mavin decided to walk in to the room to check on his son, and couldn’t say that he was surprised by the sight that greeted him. 

“Jason, you should be doing your Bar Mitzvah work”, he sighed, knowing that it was probably no use. It was Jason after all.

“I will after I finished this game”, he grumbled, spinning the board around and advancing a black knight.

“Well”, Whizzer said, walking into the room, “You may ‘swell have someone to play with kid!”. He sat himself on the white side of the board. 

“Whizzer”, Marvin groaned, “Your not helping”.

“What?”, Whizzer defended, “He said that after this game he’d get back to his Bar Mitzvah work!”.

“And you believed him.”

“Of course I believed him!”

“Guys, stop talking about me like I’m not right here!”

Marvin just sighed again, not knowing what else to do: “Fine, but after your done, back to work!”.

Yet after the short game of chess, Jason easily emerging victorious, he had no intention of going back to practicing, like Marvin suspected.

“Another game?”, he asked.

“Oh come on kid, you made an agreement with your father”, Whizzer reasoned.

“No I didn’t”, Jason said, “I never agreed to anything. Marvin just made a statement which I neither confirmed nor denied”. 

“Ok”, Whizzer said, trying to sound stern, “Iv’e been easy with you kid for the last few months, but it’s about time I set some boundaries, as I am kind of your second father. So, get to work now or you will regret it. Trust me, Iv’e had experience with naughty children before, I know how to make them listen to me”.

Jason just smiled. Whizzer definitely wasn’t the hitting type. 

“Oh really”, he said smugly, “Demonstrate”. 

Whizzer eyed him, “Ok kid, you asked for it”. 

In a swift movement, Whizzer grabbed Jason by his belly and placed him in his lap. He held him down and started tickling him.

Jason chuckled: “Nice try, that doesn’t work on me”. 

“What?”, Whizzer said, stopping his fingers, “You mean your not ticklish?”.

Jason shrugged: “You shouldn’t be surprised. I’m no normal child after all”.

“Wow”, Whizzer remarked in slight disbelief, “You really are something kid”.

Jason wiggled himself out of Whizzer’s lap and resumed his position on the black side of the board. 

“Ok, just one more game, please?”, he begged.

“No”, Whizzer replied stubbornly.

That was the moment that a rather cheeky thought crossed Jason’s mind. 

“Well”, the twelve-year-old began, “I just so happen to know some adult disciplining techniques to”. 

Whizzer chuckled: “And what might they be?”.

Jason slowly crawled towards Whizzer, his smile doubling in size: “Oh, same as yours”.

Whizzer’s eyes widened, realising what the boy meant. He instantly went red, hoping that Jason hadn’t noticed his sudden change in mood. Yet Jason picked up on the smallest of details, and just by looking at Whizzer, knew that he must have been hysterically ticklish. And boy, was Jason ready to wreck him!

The only question was: How? Jason was very small for his age, and Whizzer was tall and strong and manly. How would Jason manage to tickle him without getting injuries? That was when he got an idea.

He flung himself towards Whizzer at full force, knocking him over, and he instantly sat on the mans stomach. With Whizzer in this position, there was no way that he could escape, no matter how strong he was. Plus, he wouldn’t want to hurt his little buddy. 

“Now”, Jason said, “For the last time Whizzer, will you play one more game of chess with me?”.

Whizzer shook his head: “Nah kid. And I’m not even ticklish”.

It was worth a try, right?

Jason smirked and poked the man’s belly, causing him to yelp and jerk.

Jason gasped in fake offence, “You lied to me!”. He swiftly dug his ten little pointy fingers into his best friend’s sides. He tossed his head back in hysterics, laughing and squealing and giggling. Jason gave him an evil look, and raised his fingers closer to Whizzer’s underarms.

“Nohohho Jahahahahson!”, he cried, wiggling like a worm.

“One more chess game, pleeeaassee”, Jason whined, continuing his attack.

“NOHOHO YOHOHOHOHOUR DAHAHAHAHAD WOULD KIHIHIHIHIHIHILL MEHEHEHE!”, Whizzer exclaimed, completely helplessly. 

Jason was highly amused by the state that he was managing to inflict on the tall, deep masculine figure beneath him. He was the least likely person that you would expect to emit girlish shrieks. 

“Well, I’m already killing you, aren’t I?”, Jason teased, scratching at Whizzer’s underarms.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT YOHOHOHOUR GROUHOUHOUNDED YOUHOUNG MAHAHAHN!”, Whizzer laughed hysterically, his legs flailing around uselessly beneath the weight of Jason on his stomach. 

Marvin noticed the commotion. 

“Hey, whats going on in he-”.

He cut his sentence short at the sight before him. He wanted to be angry at his son, after all, he was supposed to be doing Bar Mitzvah work; but he couldn’t feel any other emotion besides bliss at hearing the sound of his boyfriend’s adorable laughter. And of course, the amusement that his rough and tough boyfriend was being reduced to near tears by his twelve-year-old son.

“HEHEHEHELP MAHAHAHRVIN!”, Whizzer begged.

“Oh, whats wrong babe? My little boy too much for you to handle?”, Marvin teased. 

Jason halted the attack immediately: “What did you just call me?”.

“What do you mean, ‘What did I just call you’?”, Marvin asked his son.

“You just called me ‘Your little boy’!”, Jason complained.

Marvin chuckled, “Well you are, it’s the truth”.

Jason narrowed his eyebrows, before turning to the complete red-faced mess below him. 

“Ok”, Jason said, “Heres the deal. Dad is very ticklish on his neck. If you help me tickle him, I won’t tickle you”.

Whizzer just grinned up at Jason: “Sounds like a plan kid”. 

Marvin instantly bolted out the door, he knew how much of an evil tickler his boyfriend could be. 

“And”, Jason added, not the slightest bit worried about Marvin getting a head start, “Every second he’s in hysterics is fifteen minutes of me doing Bar Mitzvah practice”. 

“Oh, he’s in for it!”, Whizzer announced, which sounded a bit like a battle cry. Jason chuckled and got off him, and in a matter of seconds, Whizzer had managed to tackle Marvin onto his own bed.

Marvin struggled beneath him: “Whizzer, no!”.

“The kid says that for every second your in hysterics, he’ll do fifteen minutes of practice. Isn’t that nice babe?”, Whizzer cooed before attacking his boyfriend’s hips with wiggly pokes and drills. And of course, Jason went for his neck.

Marvin didn’t even try fighting back his hysterical laughter, for he knew that it would result in more Bar Mitzvah practice for Jason. But boy, was this unbearable.

Metaphorically speaking; Marvin actually was quite fond of laughing his head off. It made him feel careless and free. But most importantly, loved.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”, he cried, “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAWP!”.

“Stop? Why? We’re just getting started”, Whizzer teased.

“You know what, I think he likes this”, Jason said. 

Again, the boy could pick up on small details that others couldn’t. Like the twinkle in his father’s eyes, and the way that his cheeks tinted at the corner of his lips. 

This comment made Whizzer laugh and blush harder. Jee, he hoped his son was keeping track of the numbers.

“Ok, stop now, one straight day is a bit much”, Jason said, lifting his hands.

Yet Whizzer kept it up. 

Jason groaned: “I’m serious, stop”.

“What? No amount of practice is too much practice kiddo”, Whizzer said, as he spidered his quick fingers across Marvin’s belly.

Jason shook his head, and pounced on to Whizzer. And soon, both men were wrecking the tall man.

What is ‘normal’?

Well, I guess normal is a word that we use to describe something that the majority of the population does, feels or enjoys.

And sure, Jason couldn’t be typically described as normal. He was a young and sassy boy who could outsmart every adult in his life! But he still did partake in the common tradition of family bonding. Even though he was never the clingy type, he loved his family more than anything.