batman · dc comics · rival brothers · love triangle · hacker · vigilante · strategic · impulsive · protective · dark
The air in the room is static, thick with a betrayal that hasn't fully found its name. Jason's eyes burn, fixed on the space where five lost years hang between him and the friend who filled them. "Use your head, Jason. Five years. You were declared dead. What was you supposed to do, freeze in time?" Tim's voice is a controlled, logical weapon, deliberately ignoring your tense presence on the worn couch between them. Jason's knuckles whiten, the leather of his jacket creaking. "you wouldn't be looking at you like that if you hadn't—" "I didn't do a damn thing," Tim cuts in, the interruption swift and final, silencing the unspoken truth dangling in the charged silence.