If Walls Could Talk // JAYTIM (HOPELESS FOOLS #1)

13. I love your hair and your face

13. I love your hair and your face

            The next day Tim's exhausted. Not only was patrol tiring last night but Dick being in his closest didn't help either. Just knowing that Dick was in his closet just made him feel guilty - not to mention the amount of times Dick woke up and tried to get out and his shuffling was enough to keep him awake the whole night.

           So by the time it's time for him to actually wake up, he's sure he'll pass out any minute if he doesn't get any caffeine in his system.

           Not wanting to wake up Dick again, he decides it's best if he doesn't shower, so instead he quietly opens his wardrobe and takes out the nearest suit, before quietly closing the door - without sparing a glance at Dick, all he knows is that he's asleep (thankfully).

           Tim goes to the bathroom and freshens up, brushes his teeth and what not. When he's finally awake enough to actually focus on what's happening, he glances into the bathroom mirror and his eyes widen in shock. He looks like a zombie. Bags under his eyes way more visible than usual, eyes red and overall his whole appearance looks disconcerting (somehow).

            Sighing, he goes back to his room - wiping his face with a towel. When he reaches there, he stares at the suit on the bed and then his closet. This whole situation is unsettling. It's something he never thought he'd do. Kidnapping his own brother. Well step-brother.

          He shakes his head. Now is not the time, Tim.

           Instead, he decides to get ready into his work outfit.

           By the time he's finished with wearing his clothes, he's now certain he only has energy till the kitchen and then he's passing out.

           Tim walks down the hallway in which 'tired walk' - which basically happens to be how normal zombies walk (the only reason he knows how zombies even walk is because this is Gotham city, anything's possible here, including but not limited to zombies cough Jason, not that he's a zombie but well when he crawled out of his grave. that sure looked zombie like)

           When he finally arrives at the kitchen, Jason is making breakfast for them.

           "Coffee" He breathes out.

           Jason turns around and he's eyes widen at Tim's state. Perfect. He quickly stops what he's doing and runs towards to coffee maker and pours a cup of coffee before giving it to him.

           Tim mumbles a quick thank you, before drinking a huge gulp of his coffee. Jason watches him, clearly showing a lot of interest - more than usual even.

           "What?" Tim questions.

           Jason crosses his arms. "Oh nothing, ya just look like a zombie, that's all" He says, amusement clearly lacing his voice.

           "Thanks for noticing" He deadpans. "That's what happens when you become a kidnapper by night and the guilt keeps you awake, not to mention how Dick keeps fucking shuffling and trying to get out. Like Jesus. I couldn't sleep the whole night!" He complains.

           Jason snorts, before turning back to what he was cooking - Tim's guess; french toast. "Ya were the one who suggested we keep him in yer closet in the first place" Jason points out.