Tim wasn't used to this whole 'friendly mealtime' approach he and Jason had fallen into out-of-mask. It started with a hotdog one day when Tim, admittedly rude, stormed into Jason's personal space with a bevy of accusations.
To be fair, Jason is exactly the sort of man who proves those accusations true. Still, Jason had been more entertained than insulted and Tim was forced to face the fact that unless they planned on making a spectacular scene in the middle of a packed city thorough-fare at lunch, he was going to have to suck up his bruised ego and talk.
Then, Jason found him a week later and filled him in on a criminal hotspot, but their lunch - at a perfectly adequate cafe which was not 'an old lady's center for quilting bees' - took an unprecedented amount of time to arrive and they'd fallen in to talking about movies.
The next week, they both brought films to exchange.
Then books.
Tim baked cookies.
Jason bought pie.
That still didn't explain why Tim was suddenly sharing the less savory bits of high school with his pseudo-sibling rival, but he was doing it anyway, "They used to call me 'anal boy'."
Jason, clutching his warm coffee in the cold wind raised his eyebrows.
"Because I was very meticulous. Well-ordered," Tim explained.
"Yeah, I bet," Jason smirked into his drink and took a sip. "I was totally thinking 'Oh, sure. That's why I call people 'anal boy'."
Tim rolled his eyes, "Screw you."
"Now, see THAT would be why I called you 'anal boy'."
"Because your low-brow insults respond only like to like?" Tim groused, picking at his salad sulkily. He really wanted a cheese burger.
Jason leaned in, nose-to-nose, "Cause whenever you get all snappy like that, even the Captain of the football team had to get a little sprung. They were just trying to save face."
Tim glared. Then, his lips curled in a frighteningly satisfied smile.
Next thing Jason knew - because that little rat bastard was quick - Drake pulled him into a down and dirty kiss that Jason would be breaking any second now.
Just, one more minute.
Finally, Tim nipped his lip and pulled back, standing from the table with a smug nonchalance. "I guess I'll concede to your logic," He moued patronizingly.
"See you next week," He waved and Jason bit back his frustrated curse because, damn it, he would see him next week. Jason had plans.
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To be fair, Jason is exactly the sort of man who proves those accusations true. Still, Jason had been more entertained than insulted and Tim was forced to face the fact that unless they planned on making a spectacular scene in the middle of a packed city thorough-fare at lunch, he was going to have to suck up his bruised ego and talk.
Then, Jason found him a week later and filled him in on a criminal hotspot, but their lunch - at a perfectly adequate cafe which was not 'an old lady's center for quilting bees' - took an unprecedented amount of time to arrive and they'd fallen in to talking about movies.
The next week, they both brought films to exchange.
Then books.
Tim baked cookies.
Jason bought pie.
That still didn't explain why Tim was suddenly sharing the less savory bits of high school with his pseudo-sibling rival, but he was doing it anyway, "They used to call me 'anal boy'."
Jason, clutching his warm coffee in the cold wind raised his eyebrows.
"Because I was very meticulous. Well-ordered," Tim explained.
"Yeah, I bet," Jason smirked into his drink and took a sip. "I was totally thinking 'Oh, sure. That's why I call people 'anal boy'."
Tim rolled his eyes, "Screw you."
"Now, see THAT would be why I called you 'anal boy'."
"Because your low-brow insults respond only like to like?" Tim groused, picking at his salad sulkily. He really wanted a cheese burger.
Jason leaned in, nose-to-nose, "Cause whenever you get all snappy like that, even the Captain of the football team had to get a little sprung. They were just trying to save face."
Tim glared. Then, his lips curled in a frighteningly satisfied smile.
Next thing Jason knew - because that little rat bastard was quick - Drake pulled him into a down and dirty kiss that Jason would be breaking any second now.
Just, one more minute.
Finally, Tim nipped his lip and pulled back, standing from the table with a smug nonchalance. "I guess I'll concede to your logic," He moued patronizingly.
"See you next week," He waved and Jason bit back his frustrated curse because, damn it, he would see him next week. Jason had plans.