This is it, guys. The end of Fragmentum. Maybe a couple drabbles will come from this verse, but the really long, main arc is over. I'm so glad that you've read it this far. Thank you to everyone who has been here from the beginning. Thanks to everyone who has come since, and everyone that will show up. C: I'm glad you liked this series. I adored it. Always will. MUCH LOVE. This final chapter, actually, is dedicated to Kuyeng13-The Heart Logos (who has actually inspired this to get updated when it does, and has influenced my further love of this ship) and Cainchan, who reviewed every single chapter way back when this first started and got me updating like. Twice a day. THANK YOU GUYS. THANK YOU EVERYONE.

Now go read the prologue of my new series, Canticulum. (ONLY IF YOU WANT TO.) :3

Tim is on the phone. With Dick. Which should not be happening. They are on vacation. They are in Florida for Christ's sake. Can't Dick just leave them the fuck alone for two weeks? Just two. Fourteen days. Please. Please!

"How are we?" Tim repeats Dick's question, as if he, too, cannot believe Dick has called. They are on a private beach (thank you, Bruce, though it is, of course, a grudging thank you). Why is Dick even calling? And Tim is pacing, kicking up white sand (Gulf Coast sand, baby) and the sun is kissing his skin the way Jason ought to be right the fuck now. "We're just beachy, Dick."

Oh. Man. That was bad. He can hear Dick laughing from here.

"Well. You asked. You didn't want a bad pun? Don't ask punny questions." Dick laughs again. He loves the word punny. Or maybe he hates it so much it's funny. Whatthefuckever, he needs to get off the phone. Jason wants to hold Tim. Hold him tightly. Hold him tightly like he has wanted to do since before the beach in Virginia, when he had finally admitted to himself that he was in love with Tim.

Jason raises and eyebrow at Tim.

"Dick? I'm going to go. You interrupted my tanning. So. I'll talk to you later. ...okay. Right. Goodbye, brother dear."

Tim hangs up. And turns the phone off.

Thank. God. Because they have only been actually on the beach for a day and Tim's skin is already bronzing. Though his cheeks are pink with sunburn, because Tim always ends up rubbing the sunscreen off of his cheeks. But the look works for him. It's a-fucking-dorable. But Jason Todd doesn't use words like that, so it's just sexy, if anyone actually asks.

Tim walks over—fuck, that man. Ha. Ha.—and he's still thinner than he should be, but his ribs don't poke out like they're reaching for someone's eye. His cheekbones are still a bit pronounced, but Jason's making him eat fatty Florida food. (Hello fried shrimp and sweet tea. Makes Tim squirm. It's. Fucking. Precious. And don't bother correcting him. Jason won't listen anyway.)

Tim lies down, resting his head on Jason's chest sliding into the place that's basically Tim-shaped. His breath ghosts over Jason's chest. Man. This man. Fuck.

"Jason."

"Mm?"

"We are at the beach. Beaching involved swimming. Swimming, let's go."

"But. You just got down here."

"Please? I would like to swim in water that's not cold. Or really dangerous. Or really gross."

"...fine." Jason scoops Tim up and it shouldn't have been possible from that position, but hey, he's Jason-fucking-Todd, so he can. Came back from the dead, didn't he?

He wades out, puts Tim down, grabs him, and kisses him. He smells like sunblock. And sand and saltwater. And Tim. And it's a killer combination. Tim pulls away, wades further out. He beckons. Tease. (Where did Tim learn this fro—... Dick. Fucking. Grayson. Deadman. Or. Maybe. Well. Jason will think about it. Depends on how this pans out.)

Tim looks so much happier. Combined with actual sunlight, Tim is radiant. Radiant and happy and wonderful. The sun gleams on his hair, his skin, everywhere. Jason didn't ever think he'd be chasing Tim around on a private beach (that's romantic comedy shit right there) but here he is.

Jason thinks that he and Tim will move to a beach town to protect. And they will do this more often.

The thought only reaffirms itself when he catches Tim and kisses him. Hard.

(He thinks he can persuade Tim to agree to that.)