Wanna Go Out Sometime? - Timclark

“Wanna go out sometime?” - timclark

It’s a bad idea with a capital ‘B’.

First, he asks Dick. Just for some advice, honestly, which comes down to ‘well, if Bruce finds out he’ll kill one of you. Probably Clark. Then you’ll be grounded for about fifty years.’

Sounds about right, for the most part, though he’s just happy Dick took it so well. He says just about everyone has had a crush on Superman at some point. Except Jason. Jason had a crush on Wonder Woman (and, apparently, still does). Tim winces hearing that, knowing not even he’s that bold, but all Dick does is laugh because, well, Jason did essentially what Tim wants to do. He was fourteen and asked Diana out and, sure she turned him down, but nearly every member of the JL is jealous that she turned him down with a kiss– particularly Hal.

Problem is, Tim is trying really hard to not get turned down. He’s nineteen an had a crush for about three years now and things aren’t exactly disappearing anytime soon.

Trust him, he’s tried.

After Dick’s amused acceptance, he goes to Kon.

Kon doesn’t take it as well.

It was the morning and Conner had just poured milk onto his cereal. He didn’t even get a bite in before Tim blurted out his question, because it’s sort of important to get your best friend’s approval before asking out his sort of dad.

He has stared at Tim for a long, long, time before finally getting up, hands raised in defeat, and disappearing from the kitchen.

His cereal got soggy.

Tim tried again and it ended a little better. Kon actually heard him out and, though he still didn’t like the idea too much and ‘will forever refuse to call you anything along the lines of ‘dad’ if this progresses any further’ which was his way of saying fine, though Tim still snickered and told him it really was just an attempt at a first date.

Now, all he had to do was actually ask Clark.

It doesn’t go so well.

Mostly, because of an alien invasion. Also because Tim ends up in the med bay with a couple of bruised ribs and a wicked concussion. Things would have been a lot better if Clark doesn’t the one assigned to check him over.

“Wanna go out sometime?” Tim asks as Clark’s just finished bandaging up a cut along Tim’s calf. His fingers pause in their dressing, gentle, and Clark looks up at him like a deer caught in the headlights. Still, he’s got that farm-boy charm enough to smile.

“Excuse me?”

Tim sucks his lip. “Think I was gonna decide on a dinner date. Stay local though, not too fancy. Wouldn’t want to scare you away with some Michelin star none right off the bat.”

Clark chuckles and Tim’s head throbs in a manner that he thinks means his heart just beat a little too hard in his chest. He smiles, lopsided. He’s tired, but can’t go to sleep. “You think I’m joking.”

“You took a pretty good hit earlier.” Clark replies, logical, but all Tim does is roll his eyes, or does something that he suspects is roll his eyes, but the action ends in a wince.

“Not. Nope. Gonna send it all to you.”

Clark raises an eyebrow. “Send what to me?”

Tim’s barely listening now. He’s already got his phone out, the screen cracked, tapping quickly on the screen for not even a full minute before he’s putting it away, smiling as he turns up to Clark. “There. Done. All my plans are now in your work email.”

Clark still looks amused, still like he doesn’t believe Tim, and just nods his head pleasantly as he goes right back to making sure Tim won’t immediately fall apart when he walks out of here. Clark makes small talk in the form of what day it is, what’s Tim’s full name, and if he can remember what he had for breakfast. Tim responses with all the right answers followed quickly by questions on where Clark would like to go out to. Those questions don’t get answered.

When Tim’s finally sent back to the manor and gets his head on straight again, he wants to hide under a rock for a good six months after, but decides hiding out in the cave for a week was good too. There were some attempts by Dick to cheer him up though no one else totally caught on to why Tim seemed to sulk more so in the dark among the bats.

Thankfully, Clark’s just really shit about checking his emails.

‘Think plan #3 sounds the best. Though I don’t think the apple pie idea is appropriate for a first date.’

Tim relief only lasts just long enough for him to realize he’d sent the ‘rough draft’ of his planning process instead of the final. But hey, Dick reminds him, at least he got that first date down.

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Anon asked: jaytim; 17. Hungry kisses on every bit of newly visible skin as clothing is slowly peeled away 

His kisses are biting, bruising. They’ve only just gotten back to the cave, Jason slamming hard on the breaks of his bike before he grabs Tim by his front and shoves him up against the nearest hard surface to smother him. It’s one of the cave walls, rock is digging into Tim’s back even through the heavy material of his uniform.

“Jason.” He calls out, trying to get him to pay attention, try to get him to do anything else but focus on how Tim’s skin tastes under his tongue. His cape and cowl have already been unclipped by his bike. His belt is forgotten on the floor. Jason’s still gloved hands are now working on the clasps of his tunic. “Jason!”

He’d been trying to kill Tim about half an hour ago. He got dosed with something– it wasn’t directly Ivy or Joker or Scarecrow, but some second or third party distributor that seemed to be trying to earn his doctorate in chemistry by playing with certain unstable super villain chemicals. Jason got a hit and he’s been running hot since.

He’d tried to kill Tim, then chased him back to the cave, and now he’s all over him. Literally.

Tim doesn’t shove him off. He plants himself firmly, doesn’t know how Jason will react if he even did fight back, doesn’t know if he wants to know with his protection being stripped away from him under the hard press of Jason’s hands. Tim lets out a groan as Jason’s teeth sink into the side of his neck, canines just piercing, but it’s enough to hurt like a bitch, draw blood, and as Tim groans, Jason moans, takes it as a good sign as he peels away another layer from Tim’s body.

His lips are still on Tim’s throat, tongue dragging through the blood, sucking it from his skin, sucking until more comes up. He’s bruised up, Tim can feel it, and turns his head away when Jason comes up from his neck seeking out his mouth– his lips are broken bloody, bruised up already, from fists and kissing and he’s rather Jason take it out on his neck now then his mouth. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem like he’s picky right now. He settles to land on Tim’s jaw, biting once more with Tim letting out small little sounds not wanting to instigate more and not wanting to show distaste. He’s going to look like a complete mess come tomorrow.

“Jason,” He tries again, but whatever’s in the man’s blood is making him deaf or blocking off complete reason. There’s no shaking him. “Come on, damnit, that–” Tim gasps, his words tapering off when Jason grabs at his crotch, squeezes so hard Tim can feel it through his jock and it’s uncomfortable enough that he’s legs come together out of instinct.

He’s nearly worried he’s gonna have to knock Jason out right before Dick comes speeding into the cave just a second later, lets his bike fall down as he darts towards the pair with a injection pen in hand. Jason doesn’t even hear him as he comes up behind him, stabs him in the neck. There’s a second of shouted outrage, Jason’s attention tears away from Tim, turns from lust to rage in the split second it takes for the sedation to take hold and Jason’s falling forward, unconscious.

Dick catches him with a little ‘oof!’, his arms suddenly full of the full weight of Jason. “Jesus,” he says after he gets Jason’s weight under him, not letting him slump to the floor. “He did a number on you, baby bird.”

Tim looks at him like he’s stupid. A hand reaches up, runs across the mess that is his neck, and looks down at the collection of blood and spit that comes away on it. His eyes don’t look back to Dick or to Jason. He grumbles, walks off towards the medical bay.

“Next time,” he calls back, hates that he can still feel the throbbing pain in his neck. Hates that he’s gonna be sore tomorrow. Hates that he’s hard. “Get here faster.”

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