Selina's Sidekick

part seventeen

Jason: You are a rat bastard. 

Tim: ???

Tim: what did i do now?

Jason: You know what, you unwashed toenail.

Tim: please, enlighten me. 

Tim: bc last time you texted me calling me a 'rat bastard' it was because i 'stole' the last french fry...even tho i bought them and they were my lunch and you were mooching off me

Tim: like always.

Jason: Are you implying that since I grew up poor and in crime alley I must be food mooch?

Tim: you with these wild allegations. 

Jason: Ooh, big word.

Tim: not rlly

Tim: i am just telling it like it is

Tim: you, jason todd-kyle, are a food moocher. 

Jason: And you, Timothy Drake, are a rat bastard.

Tim: !!!!

Tim: pls tell me what i did so babs doesnt flag my phone for your vulgar language

Jason: Who is Babs? 

Tim: um

Tim: dick's ex?

Jason: Why would Dickie's ex flag your phone? Why does she have access to your phone?

Tim: um

Tim: !!!

Tim: going thru a tunnel!!!

Tim: txt u l8r

Jason: Timothy, I literally see you speed walking away from me. We were just in chemistry together. 

Jason: Damnit, you grizzly French horn! Get back here!

Cursing lowly, the young thief pushed his way through the crowd towards his target, never taking his eyes off the back of his head. 

Tim ducked and weaved his way through the teens, making his way towards the boys' bathroom. He was almost there when a hand grabbed his arm and paused him in his steps. 

Or, more accurately, a hand grabbed his arm and slammed him into the wall next to the bathrooms, making Tim stop in his tracks. 

He looked up at the hand gripping his arm, his eyes trailing up the appendage to the face of its owner. He grimaced when he saw a slightly peeved Jason Todd-Kyle standing there. Jason narrowed his eyes at the innocent grimace on Tim's face. "I know you got my texts, Drake."

"...did you really call me a grizzly French horn?" Tim snorted. "What does that even mean?"

"What do you think it means, smart ass." Jason grunted, pushing Tim harder into the wall.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe you think I am graying and it makes you want to bl - "

Jason flushed, putting a hand over his mouth. "Oh, you wish, Timothy."

"No, you wish." Came Tim's muffled reply.  Jason glared harsher and Tim rolled his eyes, using his free hand to pry Jason's off his mouth. "Your hand tastes like sourdough pretzels."

"Why the hell were you tasting my hand?" Tim shrugged and Jason rolled his eyes, releasing Tim from his grip. "And I'm supposed to be the fruity one."