august catch-all.

[reneger]

Who: jason todd & misc
What: wolfing around, tdm prompts, misc other things.
When: august - september..ish.
Where: milton, mostly.

Content Warnings: tdm warnings may apply, will add on others as needed!

Comments

[reneger]

( how modest of tim.

with laters back on, jason sprawls out comfortably on the couch, one elbow resting on the armrest with his palm pressed to the underside of his jaw, idly relaxing into the cushions. where jason may not usually allow himself to relax, he's letting his guard down and making himself comfortable now. it's tim. tim's not going to do jack shit to him. )

No. It was some guy named McCoy. Haven't seen him around since.

( if jason's lucky, he disappeared just as logan had. lucky because - mccoy caught him at a bad moment, saw him vulnerable, and jason doesn't like knowing people are around who have seen him like that. )

The dog pushed you off a cliff?

[ployboy]

[McCoy. Tim thinks he showed the man the barns, but he's also been doing a good job at not learning names. He says,] Same happened with Jason.

[and,]

The dog pushed me off a cliff.

[The difference is, this time it's far more difficult to keep a straight face as he says it. He struggles with the shy, ridiculous smile, but bodies are treacherous and his eyes see Robin and Tim, predictably, loses that struggle.]

It was a small cliff. But still. I thought Lassie was supposed to get Tim out of trouble. I was wrong.

[reneger]

How'd you let yourself get pushed down like that? Christ. Tim.

( he wasn't intending on going by jason here anyway, so the lack of having someone who shares his name isn't - well. it doesn't sound like tim had the time to properly bond with the guy, so it's not like it matters much. )

You're fucked up enough as-is.

( even ignoring the stupid way tim's looking at him. as if he's different, as if jason being smaller somehow makes his presence more tolerable. he knows it's not the perceived lack of a threat: he's capable of kicking ass still, not that tim's ever seemed to care one way or another.

it's robin, isn't it. gross. )

[ployboy]

[Consider:] It was a big dog.

[It was not.]

[reneger]

( doesn't matter whether or not it was, because jason is just - raising a brow regardless. )

You're telling me a dog took you out.

[ployboy]

[Tim's flushing red, an ailment whose symptoms grow stronger the longer he's braving facing Robin.

To go from what's frankly repulsive family violence (because Jason is Bruce's son and that's what it is and there's no pussyfooting around it with the excuse of too many murky terms)-- to talking about dogs being out to kill them all (or maybe just him, he's undecided), is dumb.

It makes him feel dumb.

Dumber still, because that stubborn remnant of boyishness demands that Tim clarify, again,] It was a big dog.

I had just got here like, ten minutes prior. I didn't know that dogs were on a mission to end us all. Nobody did! I'm not the only one who got pushed down a hill by that dog!

[reneger]

( it sounds ridiculous, because it is ridiculous. and jason's laughing; it's loud, obnoxious, the kind of uncontrolled laughter that's obviously genuine, even in the face of tim remaining indignant and trying to defend himself. )

I can't--I can't believe you got taken out by a dog. Holy shit. Timmy. ( if it was a lot of dogs - okay, sure. a particularly rabid one, totally reasonable. one dog though? especially given how new tim had been, when he should have still been in robin-shape? ha. ) Timmy. Really?