Hello there! This is my attempt at non- related drabbles with JayXTim. If you have any prompts please send me them because I can only come up with so much before my mind explodes.

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Tim's POV

The bat-clan had been searching for killer croc for well over three days. No one has had much sleep and I hasn't slept at all. We have been running all over Gotham chasing leads that turned out to be dead ends, until we found a clue that suggested that Killer Croc was involved with the mass amounts of murders all around Gotham. Damian had first looked at Jason and claimed it was him.

"We don't need to look for who is responsible. Todd is right here." Damian said nonchalantly earning a "Damian!" from Bruce and a glare from Jason.

"Guys, come on. We need to find Croc before he hurts anyone else." Dick said approaching the three other bats. "Have you found anything Timmy?" He asks turning towards me.

'I really hate that name.' I thought to myself. "Not yet, Dick."

"Well what if you tried looking ov-" Dick was really getting annoying right about now. He's trying to mess with my map and hovering over my chair…

"You know, you are more than welcome to look for yourself. If you don't want to look, then please, back off and let me work." I snapped at him turning to him completely before turning back to the computer.

"I was just suggesting that we-"

"DICK!" I shouted at him slamming my fist into the bat computer's keyboard. Everyone was looking by that point and Dick had stepped back a little bit.

"I'm sorry Timmy."

"And please stop calling me Timmy. It's Tim."

Dick looked like he was about to cry, not that he would have. He just looked at everyone then ran up the stairs to the manor.

I sigh and turn back to the computer and slump in my chair. I can hear Jason's boots as he walks towards me.

Great. I don't need this right now. I need to find Killer Croc. I need to find him so he doesn't hurt anyone else, so he doesn't kill anyone else.

Suddenly, the chair I'm sitting in is turned and I look up out of shock and annoyance, more annoyance than shock though. Jason confronting me was inevitable, but still unwanted. Jason is standing there in front of me and as I look around the room, I notice that the cave is empty. Son of a…

"What's wrong?" He crouches down in front of me with his face inches from mine. He has a sort of worried look on his face. Shit is about to hit the fan…I can feel it.

"Nothing." I respond quickly. I try to turn the chair back to the computer, but Jason has a good hold of it.

"I'm not kidding, Tim. What the hell is wrong with you?" He is now glaring at me.

"Dick is just being his annoying self and hovering. I couldn't take it anymore." I sigh.

"Couldn't take what? The help? He was trying to help you."

"It's not that, Jay." I'm getting angry. The volume of my voice is rising with each sentence.

"Then what was it? What couldn't you take?" Jason is obviously annoyed with me right now. His voice is rising too. I suppose we are all a little tired and worn out.

"THE CONSTANT BADGERING!" I scream and Jason look taken aback. "I CANT TAKE THE PRESSURE OF EVERYONE DEPENDING SOLELY ON ME TO FIND KILLER CROC!" I scream. Jason just looks at me like I just told him that I was the one who killed him all those years ago.

"I just can't do it anymore." I say just barely above a whisper.

Jason's POV

He sounds little, like a child. Tim slumps in his chair and looks down rubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hands. He looks tired. He has dark circles under his eyes and his cheeks look a little more hollow than normal. Has he been sleeping? Eating even?

"Babybird…No one is expecting only you to find Croc. I have been out every night searching for the damned freak. You just happen to be the one who's best with tracking on a computer." I say with a gentle tone. "Even better than the big bad bat himself!"

He raises his head, leans forward a little, and presses his forehead to mine, his eyes still downcast. I just look at him. I give him a sly smile saying, "I'll help you look, but I'm probably going to crash the system before we get much of anything done." Tim smiles and snorts at that.

"You had better not. I've put hours into this damn thing. It's better to just…crash the mode." Tim looks fondly at the ground.

'Crash the mode? What does that mean?' Jason thinks. I lean up and quickly peck Tim on the lips and move away before he punches me.

"Ja-son!?" He looks at me, shining those beautiful baby blue eyes with a smile and he's blushing, his cheeks turning pink...how cute. He's cute when he's embarrassed. I'm just laughing some five feet from him, keeping my distance so he doesn't hit me. I catch my breath after laughing and make my way back to Tim.

"What progress have you made anyway?" I ask as I lean against the back of the chair staring at the computer.

"Well…He's definitely not in the sewers. He's learned his lesson about the sewers and hiding there. He's learned that we would find him and kick his scaly ass."

"Praise!" I shout as I throw both hands in the air, palms away from me, and look to the ceiling of the cave. I fucking hate crawling around in sewers…with a passion.

Tim rolls his eyes and chuckles lightly at me, but it's not a good hearted chuckle. It's more one of those laughs people give when they are about to say something worse than the aforementioned. Something that they don't want to tell other person about.

"Damn…where is he hiding?" I know Croc is going to be somewhere difficult to catch him if Tim is being cryptic about it.

"Well Croc needs water and since he won't use the sewers, he has resorted to using the Gotham River for cover." Tim looks at me with a sympathetic smile.

"Son of a… Don't give me that face! You have to deal with it too." I say as I lightly punch him in the arm.

"Let's tell the others and head out." Tim gets up and heads towards the stairs. I put my forearm across his chest with my hand grabbing his shoulder.

"Stay down here and grab some extra weapons. We might need it if Croc puts up a fight. I'll grab the others and update them on the way down here."

"Okay. Thank you." I know he was thanking me for not letting him have to look at Dick who is probably sulking upstairs.

Out on the docks by Gotham River…

Tim's POV

There is a storm setting in. The winds are picking up, the clouds falling in over the night sky and the ever quickening slosh of the river current make that fact known evident. We have been canvasing the area for a couple of hours. Batman keeps checking in, Nightwing keeps asking if everyone is okay, and Robin is just…ugh! He keeps insulting me and arguing with Red Hood. Batman and Nightwing keep telling him to quiet down, but to no avail.

I'm on a dock that has a few shipping containers on it. I'm just walking around near the edge of the dock looking over the water when… Wait…What was that? I think I saw something deep in the water. I move closer to the edge of the dock I'm on and look down which was soon to be a mistake.

CRASH!

I yelp out of pure shock (though I blame it on being tired, that I am shocked at all). Killer Croc crashed through the dock and popped up behind me. He is now blocking my exit and my back is now to the water. I pull out my Bo staff and start attacking. I have already alerted the others of my situation and they should be here any moment. All I have to do is stall…which…should be easy right?

I see the shadows of my family coming closer. That was my mistake. I started to focus on their shadows instead of the fight I was currently in. Damn my tired state.

Before I know it, Killer Croc grabs my body around the middle, trapping my arms, and he's squeezing. I can't breathe. He is squeezing so much that I can't breathe. It hurts. My chest and throat burn from the lack of oxygen. I'm trying to kick him, but I cannot get a hard enough kick to hit him. My foot keeps sliding along his wet scales. I hear cracks and my chest starts hurting more.

"LET HIM GO, WAYLON!" I shoot my head in the direction of Batman's voice.

Croc just laughs and pulls me closer to him. I suck in a large breath and yelp when he lets go of my chest. 'Oh shit!' I think as he grabs both of my arms, one in each hand. "Why would I do that? You wouldn't dare attack while I have one of your little birds." Croc hisses dragging out the S a little bit. How. Cliché.

He starts to pull my arms apart from each other and all I can feel is pain. White, hot, searing pain.

"NNghh…" I keep struggling and grunting as my arms are forced away from my body. Suddenly we all hear two audible pops and I shout. "AAHhhh! Let me go!" I start to struggle more. My training tells me not to struggle too much, but my instincts are screaming at me to get the hell out of his grip.

Jason's POV

I am just staring in anger as he dislocates both of Tim's shoulders at once, which has to hurt. Croc laughs. "FUCKING LET HIM GO, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I yell at Croc.

He just looks at me then takes Tim and slams his entire body into a surrounding shipping crate, his head connecting first with the crate. Hard. His head rebounds off the crate and smacks it a second time andTim goes limp.

"RED!" I shout.

Croc then throws Tim into the river.

"NO!" Me, Nightwing, and Batman say in unison. Robin is already charging at Croc with Batman and Nightwing following suit.

While I'm running, I strip out of my jacket and drop my heavier weapons along with my helmet and dart passed Croc dodging his punches and his flailing tail. I dive down into the water after shoving a Batman-standard, compact rebreather in my mouth. The current has gotten stronger with the growing storm and the water sloshing around doesn't help. I told Tim to pack extra weapons which means that Tim might be a little heavier than normal and since he is unconscious, he will be dead weight. I will have to strip him of some materials once I get to him.

I'm swimming as fast as I can to Tim who just keeps tumbling around in the water, head staying covered the majority of the time. I finally get close enough to grab his cape and hold on. I use his cape to drag us together so I can keep his head above water by resting his head on my shoulder, his back against the front of my body. I can faintly hear Robin running along the docks following us. Batman must have ordered him to help us which means Croc is being taken care of.

"Hood…" I hear through my comm. "I'm going to shoot a line across the narrow part of the river, 200 feet ahead. Grab it and I'll pull you both out."

"Can- do!" I say as I struggle to stay above the water. I am now stripping Tim of his cape. It isn't hard if you know where the clasps are like I do. With the cape being detached and flowing in a stray part of the river, I reach down to his hips. 'Of course he would go so far as to wear a second belt.' I think to myself as I struggle to keep us both up and remove the secondary belt clasped around his hips. With the belt now probably sinking to the bottom of the river, Tim is much easier to hold above the water. What did he have in that thing?

"100 feet." I hear over the comm. I look ahead and already see Robin on the left side of the river and the line already shot across the narrow part of the river he was talking about.

"50 feet." I prepare myself to catch the line by shifting Tim into one arm, holding him across his chest.

It comes time to grab the line and I shoot out of the water a little bit and sling my arm over the line, still holding onto Tim. It wasn't easy given the rough current and extra weight, but it was certainly do-able. I wrap the line around my arm twice and hold on tight.

"Releasing the line in three, two…" I hear a faint click and we drop all the way back into the water, but we are being pulled to the side, to safety.

We get into calmer water and I start to swim to the edge, tossing my rebreather into the river. Damian is already pulling Tim out of my arm and up onto the concrete of the river side. I pull myself out of the water and see Damian leaning over Tim with two of his fingers on his neck.

"There is no pulse…" Damian sounds worried now. I know Tim and Damian had become a little closer, but this close? Doesn't matter right now.

"Move!" I definitely sound frantic as I move to Tim's side and start chest compressions. The crack of ribs during compressions is a horrifying sound. I do 30 then bend over and press my lips over Tim's while inclining his head slightly, plugging his nose and breathe two. Press 30, breathe 2. Press 30, breathe 2.

"Come on, Babybird!" I yell at Tim.

Tim's POV

My eyes shoot open and I cough. As I cough though, water spills over my face. I am pushed to my side and my head is being forced to turn to the ground. I also puke out whatever is left in my stomach, but it's mostly just acid.

"Oh thank god." I hear a familiar voice, but my face is still towards the ground. I am still coughing a little, but breathing so that's good. Breathing again feels so nice. Wait, what happened?!

I am turned back over and brought into sitting position. My head is resting on a shoulder. I look up at the face. My lips and chin are wiped.

"Jason?" My voice is raspy. Suddenly I feel pain everywhere and my face scrunches up, my eyes shut tight.

Jason's POV

Tim's face starts to scrunch up in pain.

"Babybird, what's wrong? Come on talk to me." I plead with him. Damian is talking to Dick and Bruce, filling them in on what happened.

"Everything….hurts!" Tim struggles out. He is rapidly gasping now and coughing every few gasps.

"Okay, okay. Slow down your breathing or you will hyperventilate. I'm going to assess your injuries alright?" I tell him and he nods quickly. I keep my hand on his back to hold him upright as I feel his shoulders. Tim hisses loudly. They are swollen and definitely dislocated.

"Robin, give me your cape." Damian comes back over and detaches his cape and folds it up, making a small pillow for Tim's head while still talking to Dick and Bruce. He walks back over to where he was standing and continues his conversation, waiting for the Batmobile to show up.

I lay Tim down and lift his head slightly. I feel the front, sides, then back, only finding a gash on the back of his head. The gash is big though and it is going to need stitches which means Tim most likely has a concussion and a bad one at that. I put his head back down carefully and start to examine each rib, getting a hiss or whimper at every other rib or so. He has at least six cracked ribs and maybe a couple broken.

'Ugh if I ever get my hands on Croc I'm gonna…'

"-ason?" I look down at Tim and he looks sleepy.

"Yes, Babybird?" I answer ready to not let him sleep. We can't let him go to sleep until we know the extent of his concussion because he was out for several minutes. On the concussion grading scale, that's not good, but it could also be because he has been up for so long.

"It hurts. Everything hurts." There were tears in Tim's eyes. Tim doesn't cry, so if he is crying now then it must really hurt…

"I know, Tim. Just hold on. The batmobile will be here any second. You need to stay awake alright?" I turn to Damian who is now walking back over to us.

"They're here. Let's go." Damian leaned down and helped sit Tim up by supporting his head while I put one arm under his knees and the other around his upper back. Damian held his head the entire time and laid it gently on my shoulder then folded Tim's arms onto his stomach. He grabbed his cape and started leading the way to the batmobile.

Once at the car, Nightwing hopped out and helped Jason get into the car while holding onto Tim. Tim would give little grunts and whimpers every now and then when he was jerked some way or another. Damian tossed his bloody and wet cape into the back seat of the batmobile.

The top of the batmobile closed and they were speeding away as fast as possible. Dick and Damian are bringing Jason's and Tim's bikes back. They had both come with Bruce in the Batmobile.

"Give me the run down." Batman demanded.

"Gash on the back of his head, going to need stitches, possible grade 3a concussion, he was out for several minutes, but he could have been out for that length of time due to his lack of sleep the last week. Alfred or Leslie should be able to determine which. Both shoulders are dislocated and swollen. At least six ribs cracked, maybe a couple broken. Had to perform CPR to get the water out of his lungs and his heart beating again. He is still not breathing normally which could suggest he still has fluid in his lungs. He threw up after he coughed up most of the water. The water was very cold so frostbite is a possibility for both of us."

Batman just reached over and put a hand on Tim's knee. Tim's head was still leaning on my shoulder.

"I already called Alfred and told him to set up the med-bay. I also called Leslie." Batman said flatly. I only hummed in response.

"Mmmm…" Tim stirred in my arms slightly, his face still scrunched in pain and he was shivering.

"Babybird, look at me." I brought my arm out from underneath Tim's legs and cupped his face. He opened his eyes, albeit slowly. He looked me dead in the eyes and just kept looking.

We got to the batcave in record time.

I jumped out with Tim still in my arms. Alfred rushes over to greet and assist us.

"My word. What has happened?"

"Croc surprised Tim and Tim had to fight him off while we got to him. Croc grabbed him around his chest and squeezed. When we got there he wouldn't let Tim down. Instead, Croc grabbed one of each arm and pulled until his shoulders dislocated then he slammed him against a shipping crate and tossed him into the water. I jumped in after him."

"Did you assess his injuries?" Alfred likes to also have a rundown of possible injuries before his own assessment.

"Gash on the back of his head, going to need stitches, possible grade 3a concussion, he was out for several minutes, but he could have been out for that length of time due to his lack of sleep the last week. Both shoulders are dislocated and swollen. At least six ribs cracked, maybe a couple broken. Had to perform CPR to get the water out of his lungs and his heart beating again. He is still not breathing normally which could suggest he still has fluid in his lungs. The water was also very cold so frostbite is a possibility for both of us."

Alfred simply nods and gets behind Tim.

"Master Timothy, this is going to feel uncomfortable." Tim is barely awake and slumped against my chest, sitting upright. Alfred grabs Tim's left arm, raises it to the side and pulls. It pops back into place and Tim hisses lightly turning his head and pressing it into my chest. Alfred repeats the motion with his right arm and gets the same hiss but muffled. Alfred keeps going about helping Tim and after three painful hours, Alfred is done. Tim is placed in his room upon Jason's request to keep him comfortable.

_Three days later_

Tim's POV

The warmth and darkness is comfortable, inviting even. I don't want to ever open my eyes, but for some reason, I feel like I should.

I slowly blink my eyes open and let my eyes adjust to the light. I'm in my room, in my bed, and there is someone on my right with their head on the bed and they are holding…my hand, I think. Ugh…what happened?

I remember being on the docks and looking for Killer Croc. Oh, that's right. He surprised me and busted through the dock while I was by the edge. Then he w-

"Tim?" I try to look down to see the face, but I can't move my neck.

"Why-" Wow my throat hurts. Jason pops into my vision and he looks concerned, but relieved that I'm awake.

"Don't try to move your neck; there is a brace on it." A brace…wtf?!

"What? What do you mean there is a bra-" I bring my hand up to feel my neck, but instead my fingers hit this soft, but firm, fabric covered neck brace. Jason leaves my line of vision and then pops back in with a glass of water with a bended straw. I drink almost the entire glass and my throat feels better, though I still taste a lot of salt for some reason.

"Do you know what happened?" Jason asks again now sitting on my bed next to me and close enough that I can see him.

"I remember going after Croc, him busting through the dock, grabbing me and squeezing me so hard that I couldn't breathe, then grabbing my arms and pulling them. After that, everything is a blur. Why does my mouth taste like salt and why does my throat hurt so much?" Tim cringes when he remember the cracks of his ribs and the loud pops from his shoulders.

"I'll get to that. So after Croc dislocated your shoulders, he slammed you into a shipping crate, head first. You lost consciousness."

"That explains the brace, but what about the salt taste and my throat?" Tim cringes at the thought of being slammed against a crate by Croc.

"I said I'll get to that, but you have to let me talk first." Tim gives a curt nod and Jason continues, "You have 7 fractured ribs, three broken ribs, two previously dislocated shoulders, a sprain in your neck, and a grade 3a concussion." Tim's eyes widen. GRADE 3A?!

"GRADE 3A?! That takes six months at least before I can do any night work!" Tim is speaking frantically.

"Hey, calm down. Let me finish, then we can talk about it."

"There's more?" Tim's eyebrows knit together and he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Go ahead."

Jason nods and continues again, "So after you passed out, Croc had the audacity to throw you into the river. I stripped out of the gear I could and dived in after you. It only took ten seconds to get to you, but by the time I got to you, you had already inhaled water and stopped breathing. The current was strong. Damian got us out of the river and called B while I performed CPR on you." Jason looks scared. Did he think he was going to lose me? Oh god... "After a couple of minutes, you started breathing again and coughed up the water in your lungs…or, at least most of it. You threw up as well. I assessed your injuries and then waited until the batmobile got to us, then we raced you back to the cave."

"…" I am stunned. I don't know what to say. Jason breaks the silence I didn't know settled around us.

"You scared me, Tim." Oh Jason…

"Jay, I…" A tear rolls down my face. I almost died and I'm still not out of the woods yet.

Suddenly big, strong hands grab my right hand and it is pressed to lips. I look at Jason and his eyes are closed while he presses my hand against his face. I twist my hand out of his hold and cup his face. I don't care if anyone sees anymore. I want to be with him openly. I want to be with him.

Holy shit…I want to be with him!

I smile and start laughing.

I look back at Jason and he's looking at me weirdly. Why?

Oh. I guess he doesn't know why I'm laughing. Duh, he can't read minds like M'gann can.

"Tim, are you okay?" He asks, voice lace with concern.

"Yeah, I just had a thought and realized what it meant."

"And what is that?"

"That I want to be with you."

"But you are with me…" He gives me another look.

"No, Jay. I want to be with you openly. I don't care if anyone knows anymore. I want to be with you all the time, not just in private. I love you." Jason is staring at me. Oh god, I screwed this up didn't I?

Jason brings his butt off the bed and leans down to my face and softly touches his lips to mine. He kisses me slowly and softly. It's warm, gentle, and loving. He disconnects and smiles at me.

"I love you, too." I smile so big when he says that. I close the gap between our bodies and hug him.

Which, to be honest, was a huge mistake.

"Ah!" I shout in pain. Jason's arms are immediately around my lower back and my shoulders. He lowers back onto the bed with such a gentleness that it would brutally destroy his reputation as the big, bad Red Hood.

"Don't try that just yet."

"Shit." I say with my eyes still closed. "When can the brace come off?" I ask suddenly. Way to ruin the moment Tim…

"Alfred said to wait until you woke up and then he would come see you and do another examination of your neck. The impact caused some damage, but without you awake, he couldn't determine how much was done."

"Oh. Wait, how long was I out?" The question seemed to pop into my head now that it is clearer.

"Uum…" It seemed like he didn't want to answer.

"How long, Jay?" I ask with more authority in my voice.

"You were out three days, Tim. We were worried something else was wrong."

"Wow. Three days. I'm still tired…" Jason chuckles at me. "What?"

"I'll tell Alfred that you're up and he can do his exam."

"Alright."

Jason comes back not five minutes later with Alfred in tow.

"Good to see you have joined us one again, Master Timothy."

I give a small chuckle. "Hi, Alfred."

"Master Jason, if you would please help sit Master Timothy upright so I can examine his neck properly."

"Yeah, no problem, Al."

"Thank you kindly." Alfred gives Jason a warm smile.

Jason gets next to me and slides his arms beneath my lower back and shoulders. He lifts me up and I hiss in pain. He releases his hold on my lower back and grabs my farthest leg and turns my entire body so that my legs are hanging off my bed. Alfred brings the chair up next to the bed and Jason situates himself behind me so that I'm sitting in between his legs.

"Alright. Master Jason please hold his head like this." Alfred moves Jason's hand until they are gripping the sides of my head to stabilize it while he examines my neck. Alfred removes the dirty, sweat covered brace and sets it down next to me and I release a relieved "Ahhh."

"How does that feel Master Timothy?" Alfred asks as he starts poking and prodding at my neck.

"It feels fine."

Alfred sits back in his seat after another two minutes of prodding and feeling my neck and asks, "Are you sure? I don't want to take this off and have your injury worsen."

"I swear, Alfred, my neck feels fine." Alfred looks at me for a minute then gives me the all clear to live without the brace on.

"Master Jason, you may slowly release his head from your grasp." Jason slowly releases the pressure from the sides of my head and I turn to look at him.

"See? I don't need a brace." I smile at him. "Although, my neck is a bit stiff."

Jason took that as his cue to start rubbing my muscles. It was sudden, but most definitely appreciated.

"Would you boys like some lunch?" Alfred asked right before he walked out of the door.

My head snapped up and my eyes widened as I quickly said, "Yes, please!"

"That's a yes for me too, Al, thank you." Jason said right into my ear. He was still sitting behind me which was fine to me.

"So…" Jason whispered in my ear and I shuddered. "We are public, then?"

"Yeah." I said, breathy.

"Awesome. And Tim?" Jason says in an authoritative tone.

"Yeah?" I ask, afraid of what he is going to say.

"Don't do that to me ever again, okay?"

"Okay." I laugh and turn around and crawl up his body until my lips press to his.

I was going to be just fine.