The rest of the night? Tim paused, blinking stupidly for a moment. Apparently this would not be a quick dinner and a drink. Jason must have wanted to spend some time with him, to offer to let him hang his gear. A little thrill went straight to his belly, and he quickly gathered his things so he could follow along behind the older man obediently.
As they entered the top floor he took a moment to appreciate the base that had been set up there. Tim was all about tech, hadn't wanted to lose his access to a super computer and crime lab when he moved out of the manor. Also, he was a giant nerd that lived for that sort of thing. There was a simplicity, though, in not having to worry about all of that. He allowed himself to take a good look around as he moved over to a stand and hung up the pieces that he stripped off. His boots were set next to it and his gaze turned to the shower. Whether or not Jason was aware of his little idiosyncrasies, he was thrilled at having them respected.
"I'll be quick." Tim promised, grabbing for some clothes from the drawer and making a bee-line for the bathroom that was tucked away. The kevlar was stripped off and set on a counter out of the way. As soon as the water was warm he ducked under it, quickly scrubbing away the sweat and grime that came with the job. He'd never been the type to luxuriate in long showers. They were a means to an end that got him clean.
The civvies were too big on him. He tied the pajama pants around his waist so they wouldn't slide off, and tugged on a t-shirt that seemed to dwarf him. As he toweled his dark hair dry, Tim caught a look at himself in the mirror. Immediately his cheeks flushed and there were tingles everywhere that cloth touched his skin. Jason's clothes. It wasn't at all an intimate thing to let a fellow vigilante borrow some civvies so they didn't sit around in their sweaty gear, yet the sight managed to strike Tim deep in his core, right in the spot that had always been desperate to belong to someone.
Fuck. Fuck.
It hadn't mattered how much he told himself not to do this, not to feel this way, he... he had never gotten over his thing for Jason, had he? Everything had started as a dumb elementary school crush, developed over nights of sneaking out to get pictures of Robin. The most amazing side-kick that had ever existed, the one who did a goofy little wave when he saw Tim and his dumb camera. Even when the guy had tried to kill him (more than once), it had never been quite enough to fully silence the stupid flutter in his chest. And as he got to know this Jason, the adult he'd grown into, it reignited those feelings into an inferno.
So, he was fucked.
Tim carefully hung the towel back on the rack and stepped back out of the bathroom, bare feet padding gently on the floor as he made his way to hang up the rest of his suit. Then he headed for wherever it was that Jason was waiting for him, looking a little more vulnerable than when he left.
sorry it's so long, but, yk, ~~feelings~~ please don't feel like you gotta match!
As they entered the top floor he took a moment to appreciate the base that had been set up there. Tim was all about tech, hadn't wanted to lose his access to a super computer and crime lab when he moved out of the manor. Also, he was a giant nerd that lived for that sort of thing. There was a simplicity, though, in not having to worry about all of that. He allowed himself to take a good look around as he moved over to a stand and hung up the pieces that he stripped off. His boots were set next to it and his gaze turned to the shower. Whether or not Jason was aware of his little idiosyncrasies, he was thrilled at having them respected.
"I'll be quick." Tim promised, grabbing for some clothes from the drawer and making a bee-line for the bathroom that was tucked away. The kevlar was stripped off and set on a counter out of the way. As soon as the water was warm he ducked under it, quickly scrubbing away the sweat and grime that came with the job. He'd never been the type to luxuriate in long showers. They were a means to an end that got him clean.
The civvies were too big on him. He tied the pajama pants around his waist so they wouldn't slide off, and tugged on a t-shirt that seemed to dwarf him. As he toweled his dark hair dry, Tim caught a look at himself in the mirror. Immediately his cheeks flushed and there were tingles everywhere that cloth touched his skin. Jason's clothes. It wasn't at all an intimate thing to let a fellow vigilante borrow some civvies so they didn't sit around in their sweaty gear, yet the sight managed to strike Tim deep in his core, right in the spot that had always been desperate to belong to someone.
Fuck. Fuck.
It hadn't mattered how much he told himself not to do this, not to feel this way, he... he had never gotten over his thing for Jason, had he? Everything had started as a dumb elementary school crush, developed over nights of sneaking out to get pictures of Robin. The most amazing side-kick that had ever existed, the one who did a goofy little wave when he saw Tim and his dumb camera. Even when the guy had tried to kill him (more than once), it had never been quite enough to fully silence the stupid flutter in his chest. And as he got to know this Jason, the adult he'd grown into, it reignited those feelings into an inferno.
So, he was fucked.
Tim carefully hung the towel back on the rack and stepped back out of the bathroom, bare feet padding gently on the floor as he made his way to hang up the rest of his suit. Then he headed for wherever it was that Jason was waiting for him, looking a little more vulnerable than when he left.