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They had been arguing once again when Tim had said Jason's words. You would wonder who fell in love mid-fight. Angry ex-Robins, it turned out.
They had been working in the Cave and then Tim had said something about their case and Jason had taken it badly and told Tim that he wasn't a Robin anymore so Tim could fuck off.
Why Bruce insisted on making them work on cases together was way beyond their imagination.
Jason suspected it was a punishment for his activities as Red Hood. He had yet to find out what Tim had done to deserve it.
"Stop running away from me," Tim had hissed, grabbing Jason's arm as he was on his way out of the Cave. "For once, face me."
Jason didn't even wince and he had a billion reasons to do it. His replacement couldn't be his soulmate. Wait, had Bruce figured it out and made them do team work for that ? No, it was absurd. Jason could hardly imagine Bruce playing Cupid.
"I've faced you many times," Jason retorted, twisting Tim's wrist to make him let go of his arm.
Tim gasped and threw him a murderous glance as he massaged his wrist.
"I am talking about having a heartfelt conversation, not smashing my face into the ground," he said, rolling his eyes at Jason.
Jason had grimaced at the thought.
"Yeah, I'll skip. See you, birdie."
Tim hadn't seen Jason for weeks after that. He had sort of expected it. He doubted Jason was the confiding type and chances were he wouldn't pick Tim as a confident anyway.
Jason had avoided meeting the path of any Bat for three weeks when Tim had heard the sound of a (small) rock hitting a window pane and spinned around in his swivel chair.
His training was the only reason he didn't jump when he caught sight of Jason's face. What the everloving hell ? Tim's room was on the third floor.
He went to the window and opened it. Jason let himself in with more grace than Tim would have expected.
"Aren't you supposed to be on patrol tonight ?" Jason asked him as he climbed in.
No salutation, no explanation for why he hadn't just rung and waited for Alfred to get the door.
Tim shook his head, barely paying attention to Jason's words. His words, he realized a few seconds later. The shock of seeing Jason was apparently greater than to find out Jason was his soulmate and in love with him, since Tim's brain just decided to stock the latter information in one of its corners and deal with it later.
Christ. Had Jason just climbed through his window or did Tim need to lower his coffee intake ? He had never had hallucinations before.
Had Jason really climbed up the wall to see Tim ? If Kon was here, he would have been concerned by his best friend's quickening pulse.
"Ah, no." Tim said, trying to flatten a rebellious streak of hair after catching his reflection in the mirror near his bed.
Help. He was becoming just as vain as Dick and Jason was making him nervous.
"Why did you come here if you expected me to be gone ?" Tim asked, frowning.
"I tried my luck." Jason said, shrugging.
They stayed silent for a few uncomfortable seconds.
"Why are you here ?" Tim asked.
Jason put off his jacket and rolled his sleeve, exposing the inside of his arm.
Tim read the words and seized Jason's arm to trace the letters composing them until Jason took his hand off him brutally. Tim frowned.
"Hypersensitivity. You touched my soulwords, Tim." Jason explained. "Don't do that again if you don't want to end up pinned against a wall."
Tim had forgotten about this particularity because touching your own words didn't trigger the same physical reaction. But you weren't supposed to touch your soulmate's words unless you were quite intimate with them.
"And if I want to ?" Tim asked.
Jason looked at him as if he was reassessing him.
"Then be my guest." he said, almost daring him too.
If Tim's calculations weren't off, and Jason hadn't been joking, Jason wouldn't hurt him if he made a move.
Tim tried to convince himself he was just testing a theory and not being impulsive at all.
He had a back-up plan. Plan B was to run to the window and jump at the first hint of aggressive display from his target.
"Tim, you really shouldn't -" Jason started saying, covering his arm again when he noticed the determination on the younger man's face.
But Tim didn't grab his arm. He grabbed Jason's face and kissed him, eyes firmly closed and bracing himself for a hit until Jason kissed him back.
When they separated for air, Tim finally looked up at Jason, who looked… like he'd just been thoughtfully kissed, which sounded about right.
"Do you even know what you're doing ?" Jason sighed.
Tim shrugged. For once he couldn't bring himself to care.
"Felt good." he said.
"It did." Jason admitted.
"You still don't want to talk ?"
"I think it can wait."
They were barely a foot apart but none of them had moved to reduce or further the gap. Tim itched to.
"The night is young." he said after a few seconds.
He didn't ask Jason to stay. The invitation was explicit enough.
Jason didn't answer. He just took Tim's hand in his and Tim smiled.