Jason admitted he lost sight of the kid. He wasn't proud of it, but there was a lot going on in that warehouse. 

         When he finally saw his boy again he was impressed. That kid didn't need his help, he had improved drastically. He was armed with a bow staff, and extremely good with it. Thug after thug went down. 

         "Has Tim bulked up a bit?" Jason let himself get distracted by keeping at eye on Tim. The kid had went right down into the fray while Jason was snipping. When he lost track of Tim he lost focus and-

         BAM! A billet hit Jason's helmet.

***

         Robin heard a particularly loud bang and looked up to see Red Hood falling from the rafters. He wasn't moving. 

         Rob flung himself upwards with his bow staff and caught the older boy before he hit the ground. They both landed hard on the ground. Tim rolled from the impact. Jason groaned
He looked up and assessed the situation. There were only a couple guys left, thankfully, but Red Hood was still a little out of it. He pushed himself onto his hands and knees. 

         Tim got up, he pushed himself up and smacked the guy upside the head with his staff that had gotten too close to Jason. 

         The trafficking victims were all hiding, but most of the thugs were now focused on Robin and Red Hood. 

         Tim was surprised they hadn't gotten shot yet. But, then again, this was Gotham and all these people were sadists. One guy came at Tim and he was too slow to stop him. Tim got a face full of crowbar.

       Tim was thrown from the impact of the crowbar to his face. He landed face up a couple feet away, vaguely aware of the blood he could taste. 

       The small Robin laid there, staring at the ceiling, the battle forgotten. His limbs were splayed eagle style. Nothing was really in focus, he was hit to hard he couldn't see straight. 

       Afterwards, if you'd ask him, he would be able to tell you about the shouts and gun shots he heard, but in that moment he knew nothing.
     
       He was then aware of being pulled up by the arm, forcefully. Being pulled up made blood gush from his face and his head spin. He gripped whoever was holding him as tight as he could to keep from falling. 

       "Fuck" the person holding him muttered, swaying. Causing Tim to sway and hold him tighter. If Tim didn't have the World's Worst Headache and was able to form a coherent thought he would have laughed because he knew the person holding onto him was Jason. 

       It took the two of them to make it out of that warehouse. Tim didn't even bother looking at the ground too much. He didn't want to see the bodies of those last few guys. He wasn't curious what happened to the guy who hit him with the crowbar, all he knew if he suffered a terrible fate. 

       Tim remembered learning about Jason and then doing his own independent research. He remembered loving the Boy Wonder and feeling like the only person in the world who actually knew that Dick and Jason were different people and two people had been Robin. He remembered figuring out that the Second Robin had died...

       Then he remembered the night Bruce revealed to him that Jason had gotten beaten to death with a crowbar and then blow up in a warehouse by the Joker.
       Tim hadn't slept for a week.

***

       Jason held tight to Tim. Tim held tight to Jason. Jason was leading the way, them both stumbling slowly. Luckily, neither of them had suffered terrible injuries to their legs or torsos, just their heads. Jason figured he had a concussion from getting shot in the helmet. He didn't know how the younger boy in his arm was doing though. He was bleeding out of the face pretty bad. 

       Tim has caught him and kept him from hitting too hard. Tim has defended him while he was recovering. And Jason wasn't able to return the favor. He looked up to see Tim catch a crowbar. He watched his fragile body do an arch before hitting the ground, blood spraying.
       Jason hadn't hesitated to unload a magazine into the culprit.

       Jason lead them to a deserted alleyway and stopped behind a dumpster. He proceeded to collapse against the wall, panting. Timothy's death grip on Jason's rib cage finally released and the boy sunk to the dirty street floor. 

       Jason struggled to get his helmet off, then proceeded to throw it against the adjacent wall. His dufflebag was still inside the warehouse they had just left, but he couldn't spare the brain strength to worry about that yet. 

       After a moment of breathing in the "fresh" Gotham air, he felt his legs give out and he slid down the wall, now right next to Tim. Tim looked over at him, Jason wasn't quite exactly sure because he still had his domino mask, but after a moment the kid looked away and rested his head on Jason's shoulder. Jason knew he probably couldn't, but he was pretty sure he felt the warmth from Tim's head through his jacket and armor.

***
       It was kind of funny that the two just laid against a grimy wall in a disgusting alley for who knows how long- and had a nice time. They made a tiny bit of conversation once Tim's head stopped spinning and Jason could breath. 

       Eventually they got up once the cops arrived and made their way to another one of Jason's safe houses. 

       Jason was happy to get rid of his suit. Then he had to count his bruises. He showered off while Tim patched up his own face. 

       Tim has just started cleaning his cuts and didn't say a word when he got there. Jason figured it was probably because he had killed a man right in front of Tim. 

       Jason cleaned up, pulled on a super comfortable pair of basketball shorts and was in the process of towel drying his hair when Tim came in the bedroom. Jason was standing in the open bathroom door towel around his neck. 

       "Hey", Tim's voice was so soft and rough. Jason looked up and gave a hesitant smirk, "hey, is it your turn to shower off already?" 

      Tim laughed, "yeah, it's definitely my turn, I smell like sewer," then he paused, "do you- do you've any spare clothes I can borrow? I know it's not your main safe house so-"

       Jason interrupted him, "of course I've got clothes for you Babybird, you don't even have to mention it," he pushed off of the doorframe and walked past Tim, out of the bedroom, "there's clothes and a towel on the counter."

       Tim stared at the bruises on Jason's torso when Jason made his way out of the room, a few of them were already dark and purple with a hue of yellow. They looked painful. he also couldn't help but notice the amount of white scars that stuck out against Jason's tanner skin.

      Tim took one look in the bathroom mirror and contemplated turning off the light. His face looked bad. He had had to put butterfly bandages up where the crowbar hit him. Even though he had disinfected it the cut was still angry and inflamed and swollen. 

       Tim took a hot shower and let the filth of the city wash off of him. Then he shut off the water and took a long time to get dressed. His arms were lead, he didn't want to lift them to pull his shirt. 

       When Tim finally opened the bathroom door back up he found Jason passed out on the bed, still shirtless, right on top of the sheets.  

       Tim rolled his eyes, "what kind of weirdo doesn't bury himself under fifteen pounds of blankets?"

       He then proceeded to crawl over Jason to the other side of the queen bed and lay down next to him. Jason lifted his head sleepily to mutter something incoherent at Tim, then he his head fell back down into the pillow and he went back to sleep.

      Tim crawled underneath the covers, then grunted in protest, "Jason get under he covers so they loosen up or I'll push you off the bed,"

       Jason half opened his eyes and turned his head to glare at Tim. 

       "No," he said as he was in the process of doing what Timothy had asked. 

       Except Jason did it as difficultly as possible. He intentionally rolled over into Timothy and crushed him in the process of pulling the covers back so he could get under them. 

       Tim let out the most prolonged "ughhhhh" until Jason got off of him, and then a little while afterwards while Jason returned to being next to him. Tim just tried not to think about how Jason's bare chest felt against his hands while he tried to push him off. 

       After they were both under the covers and settled, Timothy ended up using Jason as a pillow, his explanation being that Jason's chest was just the right mix between soft and dense and allowed Tim's beat up face the best support. Jason just called him and idiot and pulled the boy closer to him by the waist. They slept for like the next fourteen hours.