"I ate breakfast." Tim made a slight face at being questioned further on it. Yes, he knew he had a reputation of not taking care of himself. A well earned one. But he had heeded the advice he was given, and Alfred had been willing to help him out. God bless that man. Jason continued and the younger quietly contemplated his words. It made sense, really--magic needed a fuel, and if that fuel was calories, Tim was going to have to consume more so he didn't end up flat on his face. "I appreciate your concern, though." An absolute call out, and the sharpness returned to his smirk.
Anyone would have tensed up when Jason started driving into a fucking wall. Tim didn't exactly freak out, but he gripped tight at the handle above the car door and shot the werewolf a look like he was a psychopath. Logically, Jason wouldn't want to destroy a car he clearly worked hard on just to kill Tim. And the impact would have been too slow to do more than cripple him.
His breath stuttered when the wall seemed to simply absorb the nose of the car. Not quite an illusion, but clearly magic. Had he known what was going to happen, he'd have spent more time both in awe and trying to figure out how it worked. As it was, he was too pissy for any of that. Tim willed himself to relax and his eyes turned dark when he stared over at Jason. "You could have warned me, you know!" His tone was snappy, clearly rattled by the game the older boy was playing. Somehow Jason always ended up with the upper hand, no matter how good Tim thought he was doing. It was infuriating.
Another breath, and it sank in that this was clearly a very special place. A safehouse unlike any of the ones Jason had set up throughout the city. He was willing to share it with Tim if it meant keeping Ra's away. So maybe he'd reacted a little too harshly. He ran a hand through his soft, dark hair and shook his head.
"...Thank you. I won't tell anyone about this place." Not just because Jason was trusting him, but because any little leak could get back to Ra's, and Tim would do whatever it took to avoid that.
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Anyone would have tensed up when Jason started driving into a fucking wall. Tim didn't exactly freak out, but he gripped tight at the handle above the car door and shot the werewolf a look like he was a psychopath. Logically, Jason wouldn't want to destroy a car he clearly worked hard on just to kill Tim. And the impact would have been too slow to do more than cripple him.
His breath stuttered when the wall seemed to simply absorb the nose of the car. Not quite an illusion, but clearly magic. Had he known what was going to happen, he'd have spent more time both in awe and trying to figure out how it worked. As it was, he was too pissy for any of that. Tim willed himself to relax and his eyes turned dark when he stared over at Jason. "You could have warned me, you know!" His tone was snappy, clearly rattled by the game the older boy was playing. Somehow Jason always ended up with the upper hand, no matter how good Tim thought he was doing. It was infuriating.
Another breath, and it sank in that this was clearly a very special place. A safehouse unlike any of the ones Jason had set up throughout the city. He was willing to share it with Tim if it meant keeping Ra's away. So maybe he'd reacted a little too harshly. He ran a hand through his soft, dark hair and shook his head.
"...Thank you. I won't tell anyone about this place." Not just because Jason was trusting him, but because any little leak could get back to Ra's, and Tim would do whatever it took to avoid that.