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Part 3 of Meowmix's Red Hood Works
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Coffee for Tim the Future Overlord

Summary:

Jason drops off some coffee to Tim when he's working in the cave, the only reason he gives is that he's trying to get in good with Tim, there future overlord.

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“Here you go Timbit,” Jason placed a large tumbler next to Tim’s elbow as he sat working on a case in the cave.

Frowning, Tim flipped open the lid and sniffed before grinning and downing at least a third of the drink.

“And that’s why I made sure that it cooled down before giving it to you.”

Dick frowned, “Jason? What kind of coffee did you give Tim?”

“And why?” Damian scrunched up his nose, “Surely Gordon can help you with any computer issue you might have.”

“One,” Jason held up a finger, “If I was going to Timmy for help it would be because I was stuck on a case that needed immediate action, like finding where traffickers had some kids, and needed his brain to tell me what I missed.”

“Second,” Another finger went up, “If it was because of a computer issue I would be begging for forgiveness for whatever I did to piss him off enough that he messed around with my computer or similar device.”

“And number three, the current reason, is I am continuing my attempts to get on his good side so when he snaps from how you guys are treating him and takes over the world I’ll get a nice position in the new world order.”

Jason turned to Tim, “Now, there is decaf coffee near each of my coffee pots in everyone one of my safe houses, caffeinated close by, but would require effort to get and if you can’t find the Death Brew where ever I hid it in the kitchen you shouldn’t be drinking it.”

Tim nodded, “Fair.”

“Todd,” Damian glared at the pair, “What are you talking about? Drake has no such ambitions.”

“Yeah,” Jason snorted, “Yet, but if you all keep this up I wouldn’t be surprised if he snapped.”

“Jason,” Dick frowned, “This isn’t a good joke.”

“Joke? You think I’m joking? When he told you that B wasn’t dead you basically told him he was crazy.”

Tim hummed, “Threatened Arkham actually.”

Jason gave him a dumbfounded look as Damian scoffed, “And you believed him?”

“Duh,” Jason turned back to them, “If Baby Bird says something crazy, especially if he says it on more than one occasion, it’s true. I mean there was always the chance B would kick it before Tim saved him from, what was it, the time stream?” Jason looked to Tim.

Tim, who was staring at him with wide eyes, nodded.

“Right, time stream, and Tim got him back just like he said could be done.”

Dick crossed his arms, “Why didn’t you do anything then?”

“Dick, I didn’t find out until he was already playing chess with Ra. I did what I could do to make sure he didn’t end up needing extraction cause Ra managed to do something Tim didn’t expect, but I wasn’t messing with whatever his plans were.”

Tim blinked, “Wait, one of the people who were reporting about me were yours?”

“More than one. I didn’t care if Ra knew I was worried and keeping an eye on my baby brother. Pretty sure he didn’t think I'd be a threat if he did pull something but I got Biz and the other Outlaws on speed dial and I don’t care about B and Ra’s little agreement. If something had happened, I’d have been there. My most basic plan being landing a spaceship on top of Narada Paru and sending in Bizario to get you while I went and bitch slapped Ra's.”

Blushing a dark red Tim managed to squeak out a, “Thanks.”

“That’s what big brothers are for, not,” Jason turned a glare on Dick, “Tearing the one thing that was keeping you moored as the world went to shit around you, without even a by your leave.”

Dick glared back, “He was ready to be an independent hero.”

“Did you tell him that? And I mean in more than a half sentence? Did you help him make the change? Or did you just kick him out like B did to you, and replace him with the kid who had tried to kill him on numerous occasions?”

“You-“

Jason cut him off, “I screwed up, I was also fucking crazy at the time, not that that was enough to excuse me going after a kid but you really want to compare yourself to that? Hell, I’ve at least apologized, have you? With words? Or told him how proud you are of the Robin he was? and fuck, have you told him just how awesome he is as Red Robin? How you’re proud to call him family, your little brother?”

“I…”

Tim snorted, “He hasn’t. Bruce has said more than Dick has.”

“Dick,” Jason stared at Dick, “You're losing to Bruce. Bruce! I don’t care how guilty you feel for what you did while B was gone. Fucking hell Dick, if I had literally caught him during a suicide attempt, even a passive one, I wouldn’t have left him alone for weeks.”

Dick shrunk into himself, “He said he knew I’d catch him.”

“Like he wouldn’t say that to make, you, feel better? Did you even consider the fact that he didn’t even reach for his back up grapple?”

“He had already used it.”

“Not the last ditch third one that is more for slowing him enough for his Super to catch him if he called. Which, pretty interesting he didn’t call, isn’t it?”

“Jason,” Jason looked down at where Tim’s hand was resting on his arm, “Stop.”

Jason grit his teeth but turned away to head to where the bikes were sitting, he had to leave before he said anything else, “Just remember you're always welcome at my places Little Red.”

Tim nodded, “I know.” Tim couldn’t help but catch Dick’s eye to rub this in, “Big Red.”

As soon as the growl of Jason’s bike disappeared Dick turned to Tim, “Tim.”

Sighing, Tim closed his laptop, “I’m heading back to my place. I’ll get you that information you wanted once I get home. I need the files from Wayne Enterprise to finish my work for tonight.”

“Tim.”

Focusing on placing his laptop in his bag Tim didn’t meet Dick’s eyes, “Did you ever wonder why Jason got Barbara to promise to tell him if Nyssa al Ghul, not Ra's, gets within a mile of me?”

Damian’s scowl deepened, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“He swore that if she ever gets within half a mile of me he’s going to rearrange her internal organs with the All Blades, which literally burn his soul to use, for what she almost did to me. Although,” Shrugging on his backpack he headed towards his bike, “I finally know who tipped Cass off.”

Dick stepped forward, wanting to reach out to stop Tim from leaving, “What did she do?”

“She didn’t succeed because of Jason tipping off Cass but, well, he made the same threats to Tarantula and Mirage about you.” Tim snorted, swinging his leg over his bike, “You’re a detective, figure it out.”

With that Tim roared out of his parking spot leaving a pale Dick to explain Damian just what he meant. That was not going to be a fun conversation for Dick.

Reaching the end of the tunnel he considered his options, turning right would get him back to his place where he could do a few hours of work and forget to eat or sleep, or... He snorted and turned left heading to the safe house Jason signed to him that was where he was going. He might not get everything for WE done but he would have food, and at least be forced to rest if he couldn’t sleep.

-

Jason looked up from the stove where he was cooking up two servings of stir fry, hoping for a guest, at the creek from the window, "Baby Bird?"

"Hey," Tim went to the fridge, "what do you want?"

"We can both have some of the orange juice I made."

"But, coffee."

"You're going to crash after that Death Brew wears off. We'll eat, work on case work and I will lay on you if I have to to get you to lay down."

"Can we watch Ancient Aliens when I try to take a nap on the couch?"

Jason rolled his eyes,"Yes we can watch that, as long as your giggling at it doesn't keep you awake. Now, eat your vegetables."

Tim quickly dug in, not only was Jason’s cooking on par with Alfred, but he couldn’t actually remember when he last ate.

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