Great book of one shots (everything Batman related)

You don't like coke? It's as sweet as revenge.

So, Jason Todd normally wasn't a very sentimental person. Heck, sometimes he was colder than the Bat, but when it's enough, it's enough. Sometimes, even the rouge bat gets a serious twist in his pants and snaps. And believe me, you don't want to be on the other side of his bone crushing glare.

Jason glanced at his watch once again. Ten minutes, Tim was ten minutes late. Jason pursed his lips and began to drum his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently. What took the Replacement so long? Normally, Jason would have flipped a finger at Bruce if he'd asked him to take Tim home from school, but Dick had asked him to at least try to make up with his former mentor, so he grudgingly agreed.

He groaned in annoyance and pushed open the door. He angrily exited his black car and stomped into the deserted school. "Replacement?!" He called out infuriated, imagining Tim sitting in a class room, doing... something Nerds do.

He found him kneeling on the floor, picking up sheets that lay all across the hall. "Seriously?" Growled Jason, crossing his arms. Tim jumped and his head shot up, staring at the former Robin wide-eyed. Jason frowned. If Tim hadn't heard him, then he had to be in deep thought, probably thinking about some math task, or something like that.

"Why do you need fifteen minutes to collect your stuff? And why is it on the ground in the first place, you aren't clumsy, Replacement." He was hit with a glare Jason wasn't expecting to be so full of anger and... hatred? "Leave me the fuck alone, Todd." Okay, something was defenitifly wrong. Tim never swore and he sure as hell never addressed Jason in such a cold manner and since when did he call him by his last name? The older was tempted to throw back a snarky comment, but another glance at his clock told him to hurry up, so he just sighed and knelt down next to Tim, picking up a few of his belongings. He frowned as he saw what he was holding in his hand. "A letter from the principal to Bruce? What did you do now?" He felt Tim tense next to him. "Nothing," he growled, trying to snatch the letter away from Jason, but Jason was faster grabbed the younger boy's hand, pinning it against his chest and shoving him up against the lockers.

Then he opened the letter with his teeth and pulled out the sheet of paper. His eyes flew across the words, while Tim struggled beneath his hand. Jason's eyebrows flew sky high as a small smirk played on his lips. "Detention for repeatedly not doing your homework?"

Jason was expecting Tim to blush, or deny it, not to furiously glare at him. "It's complicated."
"I bet it is," replied Jason sarcastically. "But seriously, you do your homework three times, so you are prepared if you lose it, there's no one as nerdy as you. I don't believe one sec that you 'forgot to do it'."

Tim growled, grabbing Jason's wrist that was grasping his shirt, twisted it around so Jason had to let go of him and pushed the older boy a few feet away. Jason's eyes flickered across the things that still lay on the ground. From the way they were scattered, Tim couldn't had let them fall, they would lay closer to each other... Someone had knocked them out of his hand.

Jason narrowed his eyes. "Who's bullying you?"
"Why do you care?" Ice laced Tim's voice as he met Jason's glaring eyes.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Because two month ago, you were trying to kill me," he deadpanned. "Newsflash, Jason, you shot me."

Jason softened his gaze, sighing deeply.
"I apologized once and I'm not doing it again. And I may not be Dick with his symphaty and soothing words, but I know that your anger isn't directed at me. And by the way, you could kick any of these bullies' butts, so why don't you?"
Tim huffed and crossed his arms, leaning back against the lockers. "Bruce said we couldn't use our fighting skills in the public. It could raise suspicion."
"He and his st-" The ringing of his phone interrupted Jason's ranting.

He growled annoyed and fished the device out of his back pocket. "Yes?" He groaned. "Where the hell are you?" Came the infuriated voice of Dick Grayson. "Is everything all right? Why aren't you patrolling? Did something happen? Is anyone hurt?" Jason rolled his eyes. "We're fine, Golden Boy, haven't tried to kill the brat yet, that's progress, isn't it?"
"I can never tell wether you're joking or not."
Jason rolled his eyes. Could that guy be any more overprotective? "We're going now." He closed the phone without saying goodbye.

Then he turned back to Tim. "Back to topic. That guy who's bullying you is stealing your homework? All three of 'em?"
Tim looked uncomfortable, not meeting Jason's eyes and staring at his feet. "Yes," he finally forced out. "And I can't do anything about it, because Bruce-"
"Fuck Bruce. I'll pick you up again tomorrow. Meet me at the parking lot and show me who this guy is. What's his name?"
"...Jake Jackson."
Jason couldn't help the short laugh that burst through his lips. "His parents really hated him, didn't they? Jake Jackson." He laughed again. "Hilarious."
Tim looked nervous, eyes flickering up to meet Jason's. "What will you do? I swear, if you start shooting at him-"
"Chill, I save my bullets for the dangerous guys."
"You think I'm dangerous?" Asked Tim smirking.
"What?"
"You said you save the bullets for dangerous guys and you shot me," he explained, talking slowly like Jason was a five-year-old.
"Why you little-"
"Language!"
"You just had to quote Captain America, didn't you?"

The next afternoon:

Jason groaned as Tim was late, again! He had been sitting in his car for almost seven minutes now. Jason couldn't believe that Tim could fight guys three times as big as him, but he didn't have the balls to defend himself against a bully? He probably sat in some lab, hiding from Jason because he wanted some sweet revenge for his little brother. Jason smirked at the 1,5l bottle of coke next to him. Revenge really was sweet. After another two minutes of restless waiting, he got out of his car, coke in hand and stomped into the school once again.

He wasn't expecting what he found.

Tim stood pressed against the lockers, school bag held closely to his chest, surrounded by at least five other guys. Jason growled. Football palyers. Why do the biggest jocks always have to be football players? One of them was saying something, but Jason couldn't hear what it was. He felt anger bubble up from deep inside him.

Yes, he had tried to kill Tim and yes, he did shoot him, but he really was sorry about that and tried to make up for it. He opened the bottle of coke with a jerk and began his way toward his brother, who stood with his front to him, the football players turning their backs to Jason. Jason must have made some kind of angry noise, because Tim's head snapped up and Jason could feel himself freeze at the hand print on Tim's left cheek.

No one hits his little brother but himself. He walked faster, until he stood right behind the group. "Jake Jackson?" He asked roughly and a muscular guy with black hair, cocked an arrogant eyebrow at him. "And who are you?"

Instead of answering, Jason lifted his hand and turned the bottle upside down, pouring its content on top of Jake's head.

Everyone was way too shocked to show any kind of physical reaction and Tim stared open mouthed as Jake gasped for breath, the seemingly never ending stream of cola running down his hair, face and broad shoulders. Jason gave the bottle one last shake to get every last drop out and then let it drop on the floor.

"What?" He asked innocently, "You don't like coke? It's as sweet as revenge." He leaned forward, his and Jake's nose almost touching. "If you ever touch my little brother again, the next thing you'll feel is my fist in your mouth, got it?" Jake just stared wide-eyed at him and no one dared to even breath. Jason grabbed the bully's soaked shirt at the lack of an answer and pulled him even closer, radiating his fist. This seemed to finally pull Jackson out of his stupor and he instinctively raised his hands to protect his face. "I-I won't, I s-swear! I'll never touch him again!"

Jason let him drop to the floor, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Good." Then he wrapped an arm around Tim's shoulder and practically dragged him out of school.

Tim didn't said a word as they made their way to Jason's car, but muttered a quiet "Thanks" as he sat next to Jason. Even though he was gainful for Jason's help, he still felt uncomfortable. He turned up the radio and the two brothers couldn't help but smile at each other as they heard what song just played:

Hey brother by Avicii
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Btw, I'm currently also working on my 'Protecting the Batbrothers' sequel. Hope to get the chapter finished soon.