[Of course Tim reacted when he took his shirt off. He looked like he'd been gutted and stapled back together. Because he had. But the gnarled autopsy scar was only the beginning of the story written into his skin. If Tim couldn't handle that, then there was no hope of anything else.
He tried not to be too bitter about that.]
Hmm. So either you're tapping into my healing or...what? I'm healing you by taking the wound myself? Is that a thing? Cause I'm assuming you didn't need a werewolf as a familiar so that just seems like a bit of a bitch move.
[He reached to flip the steaks.]
But I guess it depends on the magic user, I guess. I don't think you'd inflict your wounds on someone who couldn't heal them overnight, so...there's that. Plus, it didn't actually start happening until I focused on it, so maybe...Hold on.
[He took a breath to steady himself, then reached a mental hand down into the part of himself that was tied so securely to the man next to him. He focused on the ache in his side, letting it bloom. He was so focused on thought that he missed his own bruise darkening and Tim's fading almost completely.]
[ Meanwhile, Tim did his best to control his hormones, because Jason was fucking jacked and it was really doing something to him. Yeah, sure, he had scars, they all do, but that didn't seem to bother Tim at all. No, he wanted to be caught in the jaws of a very dangerous werewolf--christ, he needed to get laid.
He managed to snap out of his spiral about how hot Jason was around the time that he felt something in their connection shift. His eyes shot back up to the werewolf's face, watching his expression carefully. The pain in his side lessened even further, to the point that he didn't feel anything at all. So it was only natural that he'd look down to his own skin, and then compare it to Jason's. ]
You--are you doing that on purpose?
[ The thought worried him. Tim wasn't a sick fuck that was going to ask anyone to take on his injuries, and the idea of it made him feel a little nauseous. Werewolves could heal faster, but that didn't mean that Jason should have to take the pain. ]
Stop. I don't want you to do that, all right? Don't.
[It wasn't a 'yes, I am doing that' but it might as well have been. He continued to draw the other man's pain into himself, oddly fascinated by the sensation of the shared magic flowing between them. The pain wasn't a bad one, Jason was used to far, far worse, and it would be gone by morning. Even now, with taking all the damage from Tim into himself, the bruise on his side still looked days old instead of hours.
When all he felt along Tim's side was whole bone and unblemished skin, he carefully pulled his magical feels back before shaking himself a little as he 'woke up'.]
Damn, that's weird. All me, though. You weren't 'giving' me anything, I was reaching out and taking it from you. That's handy to have in a pinch.
[ Of all of the Batkids, Tim probably had the bitchiest glare. A trait he inherited alongside the magic his mother gave him. Jason wasn't listening to him, very blatantly blew off his concerns, and by the time he 'woke up' from what he was doing, Tim was staring him down with icy eyes and crossed arms. If looks could kill, Jason would have to hope Superboy-Prime felt like punching reality again. ]
I don't like you taking it.
[ Blunt as ever. He didn't want to have to worry about avoiding injury to protect Jason, especially if the wolf was just going to do whatever he felt like doing at the moment. Tim was always careful, but if he became too careful it would be just as bad as not taking any care at all.
Also, he just didn't want Jason to be in pain. It made something foreign in his chest ache. ]
Especially when it's something I can heal from just fine on my own.
[That glare had the desired result, but Jason did what he always did when faced with a hurt that had nothing to do with the physical. He masked it with a cocky grin and a lazy shrug.]
Easy, kid. I was testing a theory and a bruised rib isn't going to kill me. It's good to know this kinda thing, that's all. I'm not gunna use it unless I have to, so cool your tits.
[He gave the steaks another flip, then did the same to the veggies. One steak got pulled and set aside on one of the waiting plates before he risked half a glance at his company.]
I won't, stop looking at me like that. How do you eat your steak?
[ He relaxed, just a little, once Jason reassured him that he wouldn't use it unless he had to. If he wasn't relatively sure that his familiar couldn't stand him on a personal level, he might have doubted the guy's sincerity. As it was, he didn't think Jason would sacrifice too much of himself to spare Tim. Other people, sure. But not Tim.
He glanced away and muttered under his breath that he didn't have tits because he wasn't a girl, but there's a small clench of arousal at Jason calling them that. Oof, he'd have to examine that one later. ]
Medium rare.
[ He still doesn't look thrilled. ]
I just don't want anyone sacrificing themselves for me. I'd bet you feel the same way.
[He scoffed, rolling his eyes and shooting Tim a Look.]
Every body has tits, Timbo. You can call them whatever you want, but pecs or tits? It's all the same thing. Hell, I have great tits.
[He gave them a little flex just to see if Tim would turn a different color, then grinned and focused back on the food.]
No one is sacrificing anything for anyone. Got it. Besides, we don't know if you even could do...whatever the hell it was that I just did. Maybe it's a familiar only power. Maybe there is something I can do that you can't.
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[Of course Tim reacted when he took his shirt off. He looked like he'd been gutted and stapled back together. Because he had. But the gnarled autopsy scar was only the beginning of the story written into his skin. If Tim couldn't handle that, then there was no hope of anything else.
He tried not to be too bitter about that.]
Hmm. So either you're tapping into my healing or...what? I'm healing you by taking the wound myself? Is that a thing? Cause I'm assuming you didn't need a werewolf as a familiar so that just seems like a bit of a bitch move.
[He reached to flip the steaks.]
But I guess it depends on the magic user, I guess. I don't think you'd inflict your wounds on someone who couldn't heal them overnight, so...there's that. Plus, it didn't actually start happening until I focused on it, so maybe...Hold on.
[He took a breath to steady himself, then reached a mental hand down into the part of himself that was tied so securely to the man next to him. He focused on the ache in his side, letting it bloom. He was so focused on thought that he missed his own bruise darkening and Tim's fading almost completely.]
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He managed to snap out of his spiral about how hot Jason was around the time that he felt something in their connection shift. His eyes shot back up to the werewolf's face, watching his expression carefully. The pain in his side lessened even further, to the point that he didn't feel anything at all. So it was only natural that he'd look down to his own skin, and then compare it to Jason's. ]
You--are you doing that on purpose?
[ The thought worried him. Tim wasn't a sick fuck that was going to ask anyone to take on his injuries, and the idea of it made him feel a little nauseous. Werewolves could heal faster, but that didn't mean that Jason should have to take the pain. ]
Stop. I don't want you to do that, all right? Don't.
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[It wasn't a 'yes, I am doing that' but it might as well have been. He continued to draw the other man's pain into himself, oddly fascinated by the sensation of the shared magic flowing between them. The pain wasn't a bad one, Jason was used to far, far worse, and it would be gone by morning. Even now, with taking all the damage from Tim into himself, the bruise on his side still looked days old instead of hours.
When all he felt along Tim's side was whole bone and unblemished skin, he carefully pulled his magical feels back before shaking himself a little as he 'woke up'.]
Damn, that's weird. All me, though. You weren't 'giving' me anything, I was reaching out and taking it from you. That's handy to have in a pinch.
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I don't like you taking it.
[ Blunt as ever. He didn't want to have to worry about avoiding injury to protect Jason, especially if the wolf was just going to do whatever he felt like doing at the moment. Tim was always careful, but if he became too careful it would be just as bad as not taking any care at all.
Also, he just didn't want Jason to be in pain. It made something foreign in his chest ache. ]
Especially when it's something I can heal from just fine on my own.
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Easy, kid. I was testing a theory and a bruised rib isn't going to kill me. It's good to know this kinda thing, that's all. I'm not gunna use it unless I have to, so cool your tits.
[He gave the steaks another flip, then did the same to the veggies. One steak got pulled and set aside on one of the waiting plates before he risked half a glance at his company.]
I won't, stop looking at me like that. How do you eat your steak?
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He glanced away and muttered under his breath that he didn't have tits because he wasn't a girl, but there's a small clench of arousal at Jason calling them that. Oof, he'd have to examine that one later. ]
Medium rare.
[ He still doesn't look thrilled. ]
I just don't want anyone sacrificing themselves for me. I'd bet you feel the same way.
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Every body has tits, Timbo. You can call them whatever you want, but pecs or tits? It's all the same thing. Hell, I have great tits.
[He gave them a little flex just to see if Tim would turn a different color, then grinned and focused back on the food.]
No one is sacrificing anything for anyone. Got it. Besides, we don't know if you even could do...whatever the hell it was that I just did. Maybe it's a familiar only power. Maybe there is something I can do that you can't.
[He was in a playful mood, apparently.]