Tim shifted when he heard Jason call what Dick did a bitch move, but he bit back his demand that they not fight when he decided they would both take ownership. He only spoke when Jason cut himself off. "We play chase and capture because it's what I like. I had to talk him into it. He's usually very sweet to me." The youngest of the three admitted, eyes soft.

Then Dick admitted he was jealous. The word reverberated around in his skull, narrowing his world as he tried to process the very idea of it. It didn't really make sense at first. But Dick--he could have have been jealous of Tim because he wouldn't have been so rough with Jason--he was jealous of Jason. The idea that the two people he admired most nearly fought because they both wanted him stole the breath from his lungs. He was just Tim. Dorky, short, pain in the ass Tim. Dick was drop dead gorgeous, his mentor, and his idol. Jason was incredibly handsome, passionate, and took better care of him than anyone he'd ever been with. How was any of this possible?

"Are you jealous because you have feelings for me, Dick?" Tim finally blurted out, and the heat that immediately appeared on his cheeks had nothing to do with the mug he was gripping far too tightly. He could only hope that asking wouldn't upset Jason. But he needed to know. If that was what was causing everything. They only way he could repair things was if he knew the entire truth. And Tim did struggle to let new information go when all he wanted to do was dissect it to see how he could have missed it. It was the detective in him.