Tim was practically swooning at the way Jason brushed his hair behind his ear, like something right out of a romance novel. How had he found the guy anything but insanely charming? Well, it might have had something to do with getting his ass thoroughly kicked more than once, but really. That wasn't Jason's fault. Tim just felt lucky that he got to see the real him eventually, when the wounds slowly began to heal.
There's a shift in the brightness to Tim's gaze when he hears what Jason has to tell him, however. "I don't need to see anything." The younger of the two said, voice back to that dangerous, icy tone. "Excuse me for a minute, Jace." He didn't wait for any sort of response, simply turned on his heel. There were practically flames under his feet with each step he took, his aura nothing but ice and steel.
Tim walked right up to the man, smiled, and motioned for him to lean down so he could tell him something quietly. Whatever he said had the geezer looking shocked, then turning bright red. The guy seemed ready for the denial that Jason predicted, but Tim held his sharp gaze. "I assume you'll be able to see yourself out, Mr. Coleman. I don't think either of us want any sort of issues that could arise if you don't." He hummed and then smiled that same smile he inherited from his mother.
Those bright blue eyes followed the man as he made his exit, making sure that wasn't simply pretending to leave. And then Tim followed it up by telling security not to let him in again. It was only then that he returned to Jason's side.
There was a heat that settled in his belly when he watched those crystalline eyes go icy. A sense that whispered of danger, but not to him. It made his mouth go a little dry and as Tim stalked through crowd, every bit a wolf threading it's way through a flock of sheep, Jason took a careful sip of his old fashioned. The bite of the alcohol wasn't exactly refreshing, but it was bracing enough that he managed to not show his own teeth in a grin at the old man's retreating back.
The fact that his wife looked mad but not surprised just made him want to lash out even more.
Instead, he kept his focus on Tim and as soon as the younger man was heading back towards him, Jason was striding forward to meet him. His glass was gone, emptied and set aside, his hand instead held out in an offer.
"If you'd honor me with a dance, Mr. Drake?" He needed to get his hands on his lover, even just one pressed a little lower at the small of the younger man's back than would be socially acceptable. No one would expect a gangster to know how to ballroom dance, and compared to the rest of his would be siblings he wasn't particularly good at it, but he knew enough to not trample Tim's feet as he bowed his head to be able to murmur directly into Tim's ear.
"Anyone ever tell you how hot you are when you're pissed off?"
Naturally, Tim was more than happy to dance with Jason. He loved the feeling of the hands on him--a kind of security he probably didn't need but very much desired. He could take care of himself just fine, but that didn't lessen the warmth in his belly at feeling like maybe he didn't have to. That, and being touched like this left him feeling utterly desirable. Hard to believe someone like Jason would ever want someone like him, but he'd managed to luck into it and Tim was determined to keep it that way.
The smile he gave in response was just a little smug, a cat that caught the canary. He gazed up at the older boy with those pretty eyes, batting his long lashes a few times. "That's not usually that kind of compliment I'm used to getting, but it might be my favorite." He wasn't bullshitting, either. Despite his small stature, he could be a vicious little thing if necessary, and he didn't want to spend his time chasing after someone that would dislike that part of him. That was the thing about Jason, though, from the day that they got together, he hadn't made the younger vigilante feel like some part of him was broken and needed to be repaired.
And, definitely, there were parts of him that were broken. He just appreciated it not being thrown in his face.
Jason might not have been the most skilled dancer in the family, but he did just fine. The two of them were so well versed in fighting together that they could read each other's movements like it was second nature. Dancing and fighting weren't that different from one another, so they made a good pair in many different ways.
"I do think it's probably just about time to leave, though. I'm starting to get tired of all of this."
Thing was, that appreciation ran both ways. Yeah, Tim disapproved of the occasional body that he still left on Gotham's concrete, but the younger man understood. That hard, vicious core that ran through his perfectly straight spine meant that Tim could see the reason. He didn't like it, but he didn't have to like it.
They respected each other. All of each other. All their broken, jagged pieces that fit back together with little holes where somethings had been too shattered to repair. The others saw those holes and pitied them. Jason saw those holes and understood that being broken didn't mean you were useless.
The older man chuckled softly, nodding as the song came to an end. He kept a hand at the small of Tim's back as he guided them away from their fellow dancers. He wanted to steer them both in the direction of the door and just call it a night, maybe take some time to peel Tim out of that fine suit with his teeth...but Tim Drake had a reputation.
And being seen leaving with Jace Peters went beyond a little public flirting to get the grandmas to stop shoving their grandkids at him. The pictures that had no doubt already been taken would be damning enough.
"You go on. I'll make a menace of myself a little longer to keep your reputation pearly white. Meet you at the Nest. I'll make some caramel for popcorn and we can start season two of TNG."
Tim absolutely had a reputation, but it was terribly disappointing to feel Jason's hand slip away from his back. It had to be done, he couldn't be seen as some sort of floozy that would spend the night with just anyone. Still, the temptation to ignore all of that and drag Jason down for a fierce kiss called to him like a siren's song. Why was it that he always had to be the one to behave himself? Not like Bruce didn't indulge himself whenever he wanted.
Though typically not with known criminals. Just ones that masked their deeds with a pretty face that couldn't cause any harm.
Jason's words did make the younger boy smile. He nodded his head obediently, because he was a very good boy. He doesn't give into the temptation to stick his tongue down the vigilante's throat, but he does let his lips brush faintly against his cheek. A tender, sweet little affection that he was sure would be getting photographed. He didn't care. It was chaste and would hardly cause a huge scandal.
"Good night, Jace. It was wonderful to see you." He said loud enough to be overheard, and then he's off, the crowd parting for him so that he can take his leave.
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There's a shift in the brightness to Tim's gaze when he hears what Jason has to tell him, however. "I don't need to see anything." The younger of the two said, voice back to that dangerous, icy tone. "Excuse me for a minute, Jace." He didn't wait for any sort of response, simply turned on his heel. There were practically flames under his feet with each step he took, his aura nothing but ice and steel.
Tim walked right up to the man, smiled, and motioned for him to lean down so he could tell him something quietly. Whatever he said had the geezer looking shocked, then turning bright red. The guy seemed ready for the denial that Jason predicted, but Tim held his sharp gaze. "I assume you'll be able to see yourself out, Mr. Coleman. I don't think either of us want any sort of issues that could arise if you don't." He hummed and then smiled that same smile he inherited from his mother.
Those bright blue eyes followed the man as he made his exit, making sure that wasn't simply pretending to leave. And then Tim followed it up by telling security not to let him in again. It was only then that he returned to Jason's side.
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The fact that his wife looked mad but not surprised just made him want to lash out even more.
Instead, he kept his focus on Tim and as soon as the younger man was heading back towards him, Jason was striding forward to meet him. His glass was gone, emptied and set aside, his hand instead held out in an offer.
"If you'd honor me with a dance, Mr. Drake?" He needed to get his hands on his lover, even just one pressed a little lower at the small of the younger man's back than would be socially acceptable. No one would expect a gangster to know how to ballroom dance, and compared to the rest of his would be siblings he wasn't particularly good at it, but he knew enough to not trample Tim's feet as he bowed his head to be able to murmur directly into Tim's ear.
"Anyone ever tell you how hot you are when you're pissed off?"
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The smile he gave in response was just a little smug, a cat that caught the canary. He gazed up at the older boy with those pretty eyes, batting his long lashes a few times. "That's not usually that kind of compliment I'm used to getting, but it might be my favorite." He wasn't bullshitting, either. Despite his small stature, he could be a vicious little thing if necessary, and he didn't want to spend his time chasing after someone that would dislike that part of him. That was the thing about Jason, though, from the day that they got together, he hadn't made the younger vigilante feel like some part of him was broken and needed to be repaired.
And, definitely, there were parts of him that were broken. He just appreciated it not being thrown in his face.
Jason might not have been the most skilled dancer in the family, but he did just fine. The two of them were so well versed in fighting together that they could read each other's movements like it was second nature. Dancing and fighting weren't that different from one another, so they made a good pair in many different ways.
"I do think it's probably just about time to leave, though. I'm starting to get tired of all of this."
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They respected each other. All of each other. All their broken, jagged pieces that fit back together with little holes where somethings had been too shattered to repair. The others saw those holes and pitied them. Jason saw those holes and understood that being broken didn't mean you were useless.
The older man chuckled softly, nodding as the song came to an end. He kept a hand at the small of Tim's back as he guided them away from their fellow dancers. He wanted to steer them both in the direction of the door and just call it a night, maybe take some time to peel Tim out of that fine suit with his teeth...but Tim Drake had a reputation.
And being seen leaving with Jace Peters went beyond a little public flirting to get the grandmas to stop shoving their grandkids at him. The pictures that had no doubt already been taken would be damning enough.
"You go on. I'll make a menace of myself a little longer to keep your reputation pearly white. Meet you at the Nest. I'll make some caramel for popcorn and we can start season two of TNG."
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Though typically not with known criminals. Just ones that masked their deeds with a pretty face that couldn't cause any harm.
Jason's words did make the younger boy smile. He nodded his head obediently, because he was a very good boy. He doesn't give into the temptation to stick his tongue down the vigilante's throat, but he does let his lips brush faintly against his cheek. A tender, sweet little affection that he was sure would be getting photographed. He didn't care. It was chaste and would hardly cause a huge scandal.
"Good night, Jace. It was wonderful to see you." He said loud enough to be overheard, and then he's off, the crowd parting for him so that he can take his leave.