Tim was smart and he had the prettiest eyes Jason had ever seen. He was also really angry at the moment, or so it seemed to Jason as the other walked towards him, yelling.

"You could have died back there, you irresponsible-" Tim's voice got drowned out by the sounds of the police cars that ran towards the burning building at his back. It wasn't too difficult for Jason to imagine what was he saying, though. The body language was enough.

"Fuck off, Red, I just wanted to help!" Jason replied, taking off his helmet again to practically cough his lungs out because of the smoke.

Tim didn't seem to hear him and he kept walking until he was in front of Jason. He had taken off the cowl -between the smoke and the fact that they were on a rooftop, nobody would be able to recognice his face- and seemed even angrier up close. Jason barely could see his frown, the only light being at Tim's back, but that only made him look more furious. He was sure Tim's eyes were shining though. Even if it was because the smoke had made him start tearing up. As he said, Tim had the prettiest eyes. So blue you could drown in them -and maybe that was a lame metaphor, so sue him. That's what his eyes looked like to Jason. But he should probably stop thinking about them because he didn't even hear what Tim was saying.

"The bomb was going off, I told you not to get so close, but did you listen?! Of course not!" Tim poked at his chest with enough strenght for Jason to notice it through the kevlar. "If I told you to come help it wasn't so you could risk your life like that! There wasn't anybody inside!"

"Well, you weren't around to tell me that, and I couldn't risk it could I?!" Jason snarled and had another coughing fit. After he recovered, he glared at Tim and shook his helmet, trying to get some ash out of it. "What do you care, anyways?"

"Of course I care!" Jason looked up again, but this time it wasn't because Tim was yelling. His voice sounded different, almost like- breaking? Tim breathed deeply and Jason prepared himself for another round of yelling. "What would have I done then?!"

Suddenly Jason was dragged down by the collar of his jacket and Tim's lips were as soft as he had always thought. And even if both his mouths tasted like ash and smoke the kiss was still too short. Tim let him go and turned around, giving his back to Jason. Jason stood there frozen for a whole minute, more than enough time for Tim to put on the cowl again and shoot his grapple, leaving the rooftop before Jason could say anything.

When Tim had broken the kiss, the light from the fire had showed his face for a moment. There were tears in his eyes. And Jason wasn't going to forget them just like that. He needed a plan.