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"You already know what I'm about to say," Jason says, his arms crossed over his chest, towering over Tim where he's collapsed face-down on the sofa.
Tim does not respond, he merely groans and waves a hand at Jason like he's trying to shoo away a fly. Jason feels a stab of both annoyance and fondness in equal measure and realizes for the eighth time today alone that he's in too deep.
"You can't go to sleep like this," Jason tells him, instead of unpacking any of the emotions he's feeling. He's saving that for a rainy day.
"Watch me," Tim mutters, voice muffled by couch cushions.
It takes far less effort than it should to pick Tim up. Tim isn't light, per se, but he's lighter than Jason expects. He already knew that Tim padded the suit, but he didn't realize how much until now, when Tim is lifted into his arms like an over-large cat with little to no effort spared on Jason's part.
"Why are you so light?" Jason asks, even as he very kindly throws Tim over his shoulder.
Tim slumps bonelessly, but also pinches at his side as if in punishment. Jason's takes a moment to bat his hand away. Tim's hands hang limply in response.
"I don't understand why you're against a shower right now," Jason admits.
"'M tired," Tim definitely does not whine. "Cleanliness can wait until the morning."
"You are covered in sewer water," Jason states, before noticing another thing. "Not to mention blood. That better not be yours."
"It's not mine," Tim says dutifully.
Jason sets him on the closed lid of the toilet. He considers him for a moment, still in costume, and mentally comes to the conclusion that the whole suit will have to be thrown away. Tim's been talking about updating it recently, anyway.
"I know what that look means," Tim huffs. "I will be pissed if you throw this suit away. It can be washed."
Jason begins pulling the suit, which has a smell he can't even find words to describe, off of Tim's frame. Tim moves to make it easier, but noticeably doesn't bother helping. He makes Jason disarm, unlatch, and unzip everything all on his own. When he's finally bare, he slumps against the back of the toilet, like he thinks he could sleep there. He probably could. Jason isn't going to be finding out, not tonight.
Jason lifts Tim up just to set him down in the shower/tub combo. Tim doesn't move. Jason sighs, then sprays him in the face with the showerhead. Finally, Tim has a reaction, which is flinching away and swearing.
"What the hell'd you do that for?" he questions, glaring at Jason as though he's committed the worst crime imaginable. "The water's freezing!"
"You seem to be under the illusion that I'll wash you off," Jason comments, regarding him idly. "But you haven't even offered an incentive."
Tim huffs. Rolls his eyes. But ultimately grabs a bar of soap and starts rigorously scrubbing every inch of skin he can reach. He scrubs even his own back, displaying enviable flexibility. Jason refuses to feel bad about spraying him with cold water, even as he starts shivering. When he sets the soap down, Jason sprays him in the face again, just to watch him splutter.
"Don't think I won't fight you," Tim growls.
"Wash your hair," Jason orders.
"Give me the showerhead first," Tim replies, eyes narrowed.
He's pretty, especially when he's glaring and baring his teeth. Jason sprays him in the face one more time, just for fun, then hands the showerhead over. Tim snatches it and glares pointedly until Jason backs away and sits on the lid of the toilet.
"You have to shower too, now," Tim mutters, scrubbing his hair with a 4-in-1 shampoo-conditioner hybrid abomination that would make Alfred cringe.
"You're right," Jason agrees. "I'll shower after you."
"Maybe I'll just sleep here," Tim says. "What then?"
Jason takes his shirt off. Tim scrambles and shuts the curtain to block them off from one another. Jason is absolutely disgusted with himself that he finds the action adorable.
"It's nothing you haven't seen before," Jason comments, because they've been in communal showers together multiple times, and he's caught Tim staring just as many times.
"I wasn't ready," Tim claims. "Give me a minute."
Jason does. He patiently waits for Tim to open the curtain again, the blush on his face mostly tamed, then he stands and pushes his pants down. Tim closes the curtain again. Jason thinks this may be even better than spraying him in the face with the showerhead.
"Why are you an asshole?" Tim asks, huffing at Jason's look of amusement.
"It's fun," Jason replies simply.
He gets in the shower. He's not surprised in the least when Tim attempts to spray him with the showerhead. They wrestle for it for a moment, then Tim bites his wrist and he bites Tim's in retaliation and they both come to a truce.
Jason sits in front of Tim, his back facing him, and obligingly lets Tim rinse him off with the showerhead. Tim seems about ready to get out, but Jason abruptly grabs his ankle with one hand, effectively keeping him in place, and plugs the tub with the other.
"What are you doing?" Tim asks, mostly exhausted.
Jason shrugs, snagging the showerhead from him but quickly diverting the waterflow to the faucet before his own instincts get the better of him. The tub begins to fill around them.
He carefully grips Tim's other ankle as well, then pulls so both of Tim's legs are outstretched on either side of him. He leans back until his back reaches Tim's front, then leans back more until Tim's laying against the slanted wall of the tub, Jason mostly atop him.
Tim sighs. His hands come up to Jason's shoulders, then slide down to his chest.
"Copping a feel?" Jason suggests.
"It's called a hug," Tim grumbles, burying his face in Jason's hair.
Jason doesn't fight the touch. He leans further back onto Tim and feels as Tim's body loses some of its tension. The amount of trust Tim has in him is insane. The amount of trust he has in Tim is something he can't think about without feeling flustered and a little too giddy.
The only stay in the tub for a little while before Jason forces Tim up and out so he won't fall asleep in it. Tim presses a damp kiss against his cheek then wanders off to collapse in bed without drying off and with the towel still hung around his waist. Jason feels warm and isn't entirely sure whether he wants to chase it or ignore it.
Ultimately, he follows Tim into his room, chasing after the warmth he offers.