He hadn’t been surprised when he’d gain - albeit temporarily - the upper hand before ultimately losing the match to his younger opponent. Jason didn’t mind it too much, though, in fact, he’d quite enjoyed their match, even if he wasn’t used to losing. But maybe in the future he’d get a rematch and win, or not, he didn’t know and would not be bother by it if it never happened. 

But he was surprised when he suddenly announced their future partnership, he hadn’t expected him to want to fight together, nor that he was ‘perfect’, even if that was what he was striving towards. Jason stood up from his previous seated position and he glanced at him impassively. “O, really?” It wasn’t really a question, but it might have sounded like it. 

The director wasn't pleased. At the start he had refused for Jason to even try, but Tim had insisted and now it resulted that Jason was drift compatible with the teen? The director was not pleased indeed. "He can't be your partner or have you forgotten he is criminal?" Said the director with a cold voice and Tim sighed. He had heard Jason's little statement and then the director complaining. It was like the world was against him in that moment. 

"I haven't forgotten. After my co-pilot died two months ago you have been trying to pair me up with a new one, but without success. You haven't even allow me to mourn his death, to forget the feeling when he died. He was still connected to me when he was killed, you know? So far, Jason is the only I felt the kind of connection I felt with my previous co-pilot. Give him a chance."

The director crossed his hands and turned to look at Jason while thinking. "What if he doesn't want to?" Said the secretary of the director. She had as much power as the director mainly because she was the adopted daughter of the director. 

"He was sentenced to pay for his crimes as a volunteer here, right?" The woman nodded. "Then he can't say no. Is not on his hands." Counter-attacked Tim with a serious expression. 

"Fine." Said the director leaving the place. Tim sighed in relieve and turned to look at Jason. 

Palm to chin.

He got back on his feet. Sweeping low, he thrust his palm foward, stopping just short of hitting the boy’s chin.

"Am I doing good, teacher?"

Drift Compatible

Clark Kent slowly shut his eyes, tugging his glasses off of his face. 

The adopted son of his best friend, a nineteen year old boy named Tim Drake, was deemed compatible with his mind. He didn’t know anything about Drake aside from his name, and that he was as much of a prodigy as Bruce Wayne.

But he accepted the verdict. Accepted the responsibility. And he let his mind float away.

And let the boy into his mind.

When Bruce finally allowed Tim to join the lines, he was excited and went straight to do all that was necessary for him to join. Once all the papers filled and all the testes passed, all he needed was a partner. 

One by one, everyone ended up rejected. No one seemed to be compatible. At first, the new ones were tested with him, as the protocols dictated, but when all the new ones were rejected, the ones with a few more years were also tested and, by much of Tim's deception, they were also rejected. 

He was feeling like a disgrace, like he wasn't really suited to be like Bruce, like the others. A man named Clark, whom people called Superman, decided to run a test with him. It was more of a spar than anything, to cheer him up, but when they ended up compatible he couldn't help, but to smile up.

Now, Tim relaxed and allowed his new partner to enter his mind as he entered his. It all went swiftly, it all felt good, but strange and he did his best to just relax and let go. 

Send me DRIFT COMPATIBLE for a Pacific Rim AU starter

His back was against Jason’s chest and the older man’s staff was against his neck making it harder to move. Tim had one hand over Jason’s staff and decided to move his left feet backwards to give himself support and moved the staff in his free hand to Jason’s feet to make him lose balance. Once Jason was out of balance he used his staff to hit Jason’s chest and make him fall against the floor. His staff then pointed at his neck.