Hello again!

Final chapter! This story had such a short life...a whopping three days. ;A; But I shall still love it like all my other stories. x3

I got one request to write a oneshot of Dick and Wally's mission mentioned from last chapter. Any other people in agreement? I really kinda want to write it now...

Enjoy this last chapter! :D Lots of fluff! And angst of course~ It wouldn't be mine if there wasn't any angst. xD

Disclaimer: Nope.

Chapter 3

Tim's eyebrows scrunched lightly as he slowly returned to consciousness. He rolled his head to the side and opened his eyes, squinting at the harsh light from the lamp in the corner. A blurry silhouette gradually came into focus in front of him. The figure seemed to be asleep, slouched in a chair next to his bed, arms folded and head bent forward, soft snores emitting from the stranger. He grunted in his sleep and flinched lightly, the light catching on a white patch of hair.

"...Jason?"

The man started awake and looked around wildly before his gaze fell on the injured teen and his face softened. A small smile graced his features as he spoke. "Hey, Babybird. How you feelin'?"

Tim shifted and attempted to move into a sitting position. "I've -Aaargh!- I've been better," he ground out between clenched teeth as white hot pain flashed in his stomach. Jason lunged forwards and slowly helped him up.

"Easy there, Timmy. Don't want to bust your stitches."

"Since…since when do you care so much?"

"Since you almost died on me."

"And… that's driven you to care because...?"

Jason blinked and his face went blank. He then scowled and stood up quickly, his chair clattering to the floor causing Tim to jump. "You know what? Fine. If you don't care that I saved your ass, then I won't do it again. Sorry to have actually helped you for once." he growled and stomped towards the door. Tim winced at the hurt in Jason's eyes and voice and called out, desperate.

"Jason, wait!"

The man paused, his hand wrapped tightly around the doorknob, his teeth clenched. "What, Replacement?"

"I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't...I didn't mean it. I just..." he sighed and took an interest in his comforter, pulling at a stray thread.

"Spit it out, Pretender." Jason whirled back towards the teen.

"It's just...you've never been this nice to me before...and it's kind of...freaking me out."

"Well, then I'll stop."

"No!" Tim shouted frightened. Jason quirked an eyebrow curiously. Tim flushed and looked back down at his mattress and mumbled something unintelligible.

"Speak up, Replacement."

"I like it, okay?" Tim confessed, glancing at the older ebony's face. "I...I like it when you're not harassing or trying to kill me every few minutes. Like last night. You didn't have to shoot that guy. You didn't have to talk to me and keep me awake. You could have left me for dead. But...you didn't."

Jason stuttered, trying to find the words to speak. "I...It was...I mean...gah, it was just a one-time thing, okay?" he finished, exasperated, running a hand through his wild hair.

Tim frowned sadly and looked away. "But...but what if it's not?" he whispered, looking hopefully back at Jason. "It doesn't... it doesn't have to be a one-time thing, right? We don't have to let anyone know, 'cause that would ruin your image, but...maybe...?"

Jason's eyes narrowed. "What are you getting at, Replacement?"

Tim pursed his lips and frowned again, but lighter this time. "I just..." he sighed and shook his head. "Nevermind. It's not important."

Jason studied him, not believing his answer. "Yes it is, Tim. Now what is it?" he asked in a softer tone.

"See? There you go again!" he exploded, sounding slightly hysterical. "You go and act all caring like that, like last night! You get all soft and you actually seem...concerned...about me. You don't...you don't do that around anyone else, except maybe Alfred, and I just...I just thought that...maybe..."

Jason's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before the meaning behind Tim's words actually registered. He thought that...Jason...loved him? But...it was true wasn't it? The way he had been acting around him lately, the looks he would send him, the flutter in his chest when he was around...it was...intoxicating...at best...and...Timmy had...figured him out? Damn, he knew the kid was good, but he didn't think he was that good. He had covered it up to the best of his ability, but obviously not well enough.

"-ason?" Tim sighed, defeated. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have assumed anything; I should have looked into it further before bringing it up. I just-"

"No." Jason said softly, eyes cast downward catching the younger's attention. "No...you were...shit, you were spot on, Babybird."

Tim's eyes widened in shock. "I...I was?"

Jason sighed, walking forward and slumping back down in the chair in defeat. "I...I don't know...fuck, what are you doing to me?" he growled in confusion. "You...I get little butterfly things when I'm around you, I get a little dizzy, I guess... and my face gets all warm! Damn it, you didn't poison me, did you?"

Tim laughed lightly, wincing a bit as his stitches pulled. "No, I didn't poison you, Jay. It's called affection. It's what you feel when you like someone else." he answered, amused.

Jason scowled. "I know what affection is, you moron. It's just...I've never felt it this strongly before..."

Tim smiled, before suspicion crossed his features. "This isn't some sick joke, right?"

"Nope."

"Are you sure? Because I- mmph!"

Tim's eyes widened in shock as Jason's lips were suddenly on his. He froze, cheeks flushing, not believing what was happening.

Jason pulled back in confusion when Tim didn't respond. "...Tim? Yo, Timmy, you alive in there?" he asked, waving a hand in front of the nineteen year-old's face. When he received no response, he cursed. "Fuck! I broke him! Timmy! Tim, snap out of it!"

Tim blinked and shook his head. "Wha-?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why-"

"Can I kiss you? Or are you just gonna freeze up on me again?" he questioned gruffly.

Tim blinked again, before narrowing his eyes with a playful smile. He leaned forwards, capturing Jason's lips with his. Jason quickly responded, lips moving roughly against the younger man's, fighting for dominance.

In that moment, everything was as close to perfect as it could be.

"TODD! Where in the world did you hide my- GAH! FATHER! DRAKE AND TODD ARE EXCHANGING SALIVA AND MOST SURELY EXTRACTING VARIOUS SEXUAL DISEASES!"

Aaaannddd...moment gone.

The two men jerked apart, both blushing furiously. Tim released a small embarrassed smile. "Heh. Hi, Damian..." he said nervously.

Having just passed Damian, Dick's eyes widened and he rushed back to look into Tim's room, only to discover a very flustered Tim, and a very, very pissed off Jason. He laughed at their expressions.

"Hey, boys. Carry on," he commented with a wink, before strolling out the door and back down the hallway.

Jason, unlike Tim, was furious. His whole body was shrouded with rage as he jumped from his seat and chased Damian out of the room. "DAMIAN! I AM GOING TO FUCKING KICK YOUR ASS, YOU STUPID DEMON CHILD!"

Tim watched them leave, and then gently lowered himself back down on his pillows, a love struck smile on his face. He sighed in content.

Maybe this would work out after all…

Now to ask Jason about that movie.

Lol. Damian just had to walk in on them, silly demon child. xD

Not sure I got anyone's reactions right. Especially the way Tim was acting. And then the ending...I don't know.../exasperated/ If you think something needs to be changed, tell me. Please.

And in the 5 minutes it's taken to upload this, I have decided that I will be writing that oneshot. xD I have time tonight, so I'll try to get it done and posted tomorrow...we'll see. No promises. ;)

So, that's the end of Recovering Truths! Hope you enjoyed! :D

~Lyssa