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It pretty much established the fact that Bruce doesn’t know the first thing about a kitchen.

But, I’d like to propose the idea that Tim starts running around trying to ask the only people he knows can cook (Alfred, Bart, Steph, Cassie etc.) to teach him how to make a tuna sandwich.

Damian: Are you taking suggestions from the audience, or do you really not know the names of two religions?

Jason: --Let's say... a witch and a smurf.

Jason wasn’t surprised when he was invited to have dinner at the Manor by Alfred, just like he always did whenever he and Bruce had one of those much-too-often-for-his-liking team ups. Except this time, the old butler was backed up by Red Robin himself - who can be a persuasive little shit. So, here he was...eating dinner with the Replacement, the Demon Spawn, Alfred, and the old man himself. 

Alfred’s homemade cooking was worth it. Just like it always was. Just like it always had been. 

Jason took a moment to stare down at his plate of spaghetti and meatballs while Tim and Damian bickered across from him. He could feel Bruce’s gaze trained cautiously on the side of his face, and Tim’s observant glances while he threw retorts back at the kid. But Jason couldn’t help it - it was Alfred’s spaghetti and meatballs...

He remembered being a scruffy little twelve year old, thrusting whatever he could into a hand stringed bag on the bed of his room. He remembered the guilt that weighed on the pit of his stomach when he hastily shoved knick knacks and china cups into the bag. But he was just a street kid back then; knowing that he didn’t belong in this world, he knew that he was going to get kicked out anytime soon, now that Dick Grayson was back. 

Dick had entered his room moments ago, mechanically plopping himself on the bed - and ontop of Jason. Jason had jolted upright, and ended up getting into a wrestling match with the stranger claiming that this was his room. On any other night, meeting Dick Grayson, or Nightwing would have made his jaw drop and his eyes pop out. But if there was one thing Jason learned on the streets - it was territory. 

When Alfred found them brawling all over the floor, he moved Jason out of the room with an exasperated sigh. 

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: DCU (Comics), Batman (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Racing, playing fast and loose with the actual rules of racing and tournaments please be nice to me, Slow Burn, business partners to lovers, Race car driver Jason, And his rich sponsor Tim Drake, large presence of media training and mass media communication conversations too for some reason, Will probably turn explicit at some point 

Summary:

“So what, I'm to be a pet in your daddy's funded new passion project?”

“Yes,” Tim stayed calm in the face of Jason's rising irritation, which only made his anger tick ever so slightly higher. “Is that what you wanted to hear? Does that make you feel better?”

It made him want to punch Tim Drake Wayne in the face, his unit of powerful lawyers be damned.

“It's swell.”

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