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Do I have to have to write about Jason x Roy x Tim?

Nope. You can choose any dynamic whether it be romantic or platonic or something in between just so long as the primary focus is on the relation between Jason, Roy, and Tim.

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Anything! The possibilities are endless! Fics, fanart, gif sets, edits, podfics, etc. Our only stipulation is no AI generated content. Please see the Rules for further explanation.

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[wthcew]

Someday I will write meta Tim au.

And guess what? It'll have JayTim (Maybe even RoyJayTim because I really like this pairing and how the hell I didn't wrote something about them yet??) And also soulmates.

[miraculousbatofold]

Yes! A TimRoyJay week would be amazing! They’re one of my favorites but sadly there’s not much content out for them

would anyone be interested in a TimRoyJay event? a week or a weekend, this ship needs more content guys pls

[elareine]

“You’re not sick, you’re just in love.” For more royjaytim? Love ur writing!!

“You’re not sick; you’re just in love.” 

“Isn’t that the same thing, really?” Jason jokes weakly even as his heart races and his fingers clutch the scan. The flowers growing in his lungs are unmistakable: White hawthorn and blue irises. Jason doesn’t have to look up their meanings to know who they’re supposed to represent. 

Of all the ways Jason thought he would die the second time… Hanahaki disease was not one of them. 

“Sometimes.” The doctor frowns. “Two kinds of petals? That’s… unusual.” 

She’s clearly waiting for him to reply. Jason doesn’t say anything except: “So what do we do now?” 

“Ah, yes. You have a choice here, Mr. Todd.” The doctor hands him a pamphlet. “Our erosurgical clinic is one of the best in the country. The success rate of our surgery is 90%. This doesn’t have to be the end.”

“That’ll mean memory loss, right?” 

She nods. “I’m afraid that’s an unavoidable side effect of removing both the flowers and their connections to your brain.” 

Jason tries to imagine a world like that. He comes up empty.

The doctor clears her throat. “I make it a point to not get too personal about Hanahaki disease with my patients. It is an illness like any other and deserves to be treated as such.” 

Jason nods. He appreciates that.

“However,” she continues, “it would be neglectful of me not to mention another possibility. Sometimes… sometimes my patients don’t realize their love is not unrequited. Our brains are apt at tricking us, and our bodies follow suit.” 

It’s a nice thought. Bullshit, but nice. 

“I’ll have to think about it,” Jason says. If he’s getting the surgery, it sure as fuck won’t be in Gotham.

(If.)

“Of course. Just call us for an appointment whenever you’re ready.” She pauses. “Even if you decide not to have the surgery, I would like to see you again. Medical mitigation methods have come far in the last decade. It does not have to be a painful death anymore.” 

Jason doubts that—in his experience, choking hurts no matter how high on morphine you are—but he nods and tells her: “Sure thing. Thank you, doc.” 

“Have a good day, Mr. Todd.” 

As soon as Jason leaves the clinic—pamphlets and scans carefully stuffed into the bin behind the cafeteria—two shapes emerge from the shadows and crowd him between them. Somehow, he’s not surprised. 

“Hey, Jaybird.” Roy slings an arm around his shoulders and gets him to stop. “You wanna tell us what that was about?” 

“You were in there a long time for a check-up,” Tim adds. 

They look at him with worry in their eyes, and at that moment, Jason makes his decision. 

He smiles at them. “It’s nothing.” 

[razzzmatazz]

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[jayroytimweekend]

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[jayroytimweekend]

Welcome to JayRoyTim Weekend!!

Join us for a weekend-long event celebrating the relationship between Jason Todd, Roy Harper, and Tim Drake.

JayRoyTim weekend will run from March 28-30, no sign ups necessary! Any and all fan works are welcome! ❤️

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Be kind to each other. Harassment or bullying of any kind will result in being blocked. Let’s treat each other as you wish to be treated. We’re all here to celebrate JayRoyTim!

Fan works of any kind are welcome! Our one and only stipulation is NO AI. I REPEAT. NO AI. — AI is not art. It steals from artists and authors without their knowledge and consent. I’m sorry if this is a problem for you. I have plenty of resources available on the irresponsibility of and harm caused by AI. Any works thought to be AI will not be reblogged and removed from the AO3 collection.

Only new works are allowed although works-in-progress will be accepted.

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[wthcew]

Shit. I may have started writing some RoyJayTim fic it's not finished but I don't know if I should post it or not...

And it have soulmates because it's me

[elareine]

Can I ask for RoyJayTim Hogwarts AU pls?

If he was honest, Jason hated the dungeons. Sure, he loved his job—potions and teaching were his two passions, why wouldn’t he?—but the work environment left a lot to be desired. When he walked along the damp corridors, it was easy to believe ever rumors he had ever heard about his predecessor. You could basically hear the voices of some poor torture victims calling out for revenge. 

“—Jason!” 

…fuck. Someone was actually calling for him. “Tim?” 

“Jason!” That was Roy’s voice. He was clearly in distress. Jason had only heard that note of panic twice in his life, and both times someone had been very close to death. 

Jason started running. The cries get louder and louder, and his heart was hammering into his ears even as he leaves through the back entrance, running out fully expecting to see Roy and Tim tied up, floating in the air surrounded by Death Eaters, tortured—but there was nothing.

Nothing, except for a small, golden box laid in the grass. An echometer, Jason realized, already cursing himself by the time a dark-robed man stepped out of the shadows. 

“Jason Todd,” the man said. “I’m hereby arresting you for treason and murder.” 

Auror, Jason realized, drawing his wand—but then three shapes emerged from the darkness behind the man, and Jason froze. 

Hoods. That gliding way of moving. The chill in the air…Oh, no. 

“You can come with us peacefully, or we can execute your sentence right here. Your choice, young man.” 

Desperate all of a sudden, Jason tried to move—clawed hands were reaching out to him, this could be the end, and he needed it to not be—but already, the memories were rushing in; the day of broken bones and coughing blood rushed back in. The voices in his head, they were screaming laughing screaming—

“Jay!”—“Jason!” 

Reality flooded back in. Jason turned around and saw the real Roy and Tim, sprinting towards them. Suddenly, he knew what to do, found the strength to do it. “Expecto Patronum!” 

It wasn’t just Jason’s voice crying out. Light shot past him, and suddenly, they were standing in darkness no more. 

Three silvery, glowing lions stood between Jason and his accusers, an entire pride, growling and ready to jump if the dementors moved even a little bit closer. And then it wasn’t just the lions—Jason’s lovers stood between him and the group, Roy with his body between Jason and harm, and Tim calling out: “You have no right to be here.” 

Now that the terror had receded from his mind, Jason could tell that the Auror wasn’t looking all that confident. “This man is a wanted fugitive.” 

“And you are on neutral grounds,” Roy reminded him. Jason noted that he hadn’t lowered his wand. “Ever since the Battle of Hogwarts and the role your Ministry played in Voldemort’s reign, we have been an independent territory, so…”  

“You have no authority here,” Tim finished for him. “What you are doing is abduction and attempted murder… and we will treat it accordingly.” 

Roy grinned. It didn’t look at all nice. “I suggest you leave before the headmaster gets here. She doesn’t take kindly to threats to her staff.” 

That seemed to be the last straw for the man. Without a word, he turned and began walking away. The dementors unwillingly followed. 

Tim and Roy didn’t move until the group was long gone. Even then, Roy kept his wand up while Tim whirled around: “Jason! Are you alright?” 

Was he? Jason didn’t know. He could still see those hands reaching out for him. 

All he could think to say was: “I’m sorry.” For falling into this stupid trap. For being such a burden. Just so fucking sorry. 

“No, Jason—“ Tim reached out and drew him in, holding Jason tight with a surprising amount of strength. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispered. “I don’t know what we would’ve done—“ 

Jason clutched him close, buried his head face in Tim’s hair, and breathed in the familiar smell. He could feel both of their bodies shaking with shock. “You saved me.” 

“Let’s go inside.” When Jason turned his head, Roy’s face looked pale and angry, but his touch to Jason’s shoulder was as gentle as ever. “The wards in my workshop will hold anyone off, and we need to owl McGonagall. Can you move?” 

Jason took a careful step and found that he could. “Yeah. I’m fine.” And he really, Jason thought as he was escorted back into the castle, his lovers forming an impenetrable shield around him—really, he was. 

[heartslogos]

18 Triple Red Drabbles

Pairing: Roy/Jason/Tim Rating: PG13

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001. Evidence "What makes you think I have a boyfriend?" Tim says, waving his hand at Roy and Jason to get the fuck out of the room so he can lie to Dick without feeling guilty. "I don't have time for a relationship. Besides, you know – all justice, no romance."

Dick gives him this long-suffering look, "And yet, there are hickies all over your neck."

Tim opens his mouth to argue that, then pinches the bridge of his nose. Dick raises an eyebrow.

"You're going to go yell at them, aren't you?"

"Yes. Yes, I am." I told them not to leave marks. I have a meeting tomorrow. An early morning meeting. "I'm going to have to call you back."

Roy grimaces, shoves at Jason, "Get off – and no, you didn't miss it. It's just starting now – "

The two rearrange themselves on the bed, exchanging manic grins when the TV announces the next guest on the show – "And now, Timothy Wayne – the young media sensation, who's recent photographs with not one, but two unidentified men have splashed the tabloids for weeks."

The camera cuts to Tim who has his I'm in control of my feelings of homicidal rage, but not for long look on his face.

"On a scale of one to red lantern core," Roy begins, "How pissed do you think he'll be that the interviewers lied to him about the subject of the show?"

"Considering that he's supposed to be talking about W.E.'s latest gadget, and not the fact that he's involved in the hottest threesome to ever exist? I'm gonna say this is a solid Attrocious."

003. Funeral "You're the only person I know who can make a casket look sexy." Roy declares as he helps Tim out of said casket. "Like, damn."

Jason is pointedly looking everywhere but the casket. "Can we hurry the fuck up, already?"

Tim rolls his eyes, "I got the info we needed, now let's get out of here before someone calls the police for attempted grave robbing."

004. Puppy love "No, Dick, you don't get to laugh – no, shut up, god, Jason is right, you're such a tool." Tim has the phone trapped between his ear and his shoulder, under one arm he has Roy – who's been turned into a corgi, a happy, smiling corgi – and with his other hand he's got a firm grip on Jason's collar – the german shepherd is clearly finding this all, highly amusing.

"Can I get pictures?" Dick sounds ridiculously excited about the fact that his brother and best friend were turned into dogs. "Oh my god, does Roy waddle?"

"Dick, this is actually a serious problem." Tim says, giving up and letting Jason run loose in their apartment, setting Roy down after him. "And yes, Roy does waddle."

005. Gloves Tim leans into Jason's touch, mischievous when he bites the man's thumb. Jason grins, "Now, that's gotta taste like shit, baby bird."

"Yeah," Roy agrees, mouth warm against Jason's neck, "You don't know where the hell that glove's been."

Tim smiles, even as he presses his tongue against the leather, scraping his teeth over the digit, "Oh, but don't I? Who is it that does maintenance on your equipment?"

006. Blackboard "You could not be more obvious if you tattooed it on your face." Jason declares, dropping himself in Roy's lap. "Like, jesus, grow a pair and ask us out already, Harper. Or you know, fuck us. Whichever."

Tim drapes himself over both of them, head dropping on Roy's shoulder, "We were beginning to think that you weren't interested and that we were reading into things wrong. Shame on you for making us doubt our observational skills."

"Yeah, baby bird thought he was broken or something, like his detective skills failed him and that he was bringing dishonor to the family or some bullshit." Jason snorts, starts undoing Roy's shirt, even as Roy chokes on his own spit and attempts to move, get out of this tangle of limbs, something. "Dick had to explain the idea of shame to him, it was hilarious as fuck. I got it on tape."

Roy yelps when he feels teeth on the skin of his neck, Tim breathes against his skin – "Shut up, Jason. I wasn't the one who was panicking over the age difference and whether or not I was eighteen or twenty one."

"Hey, you spend some time dead and you try to figure out how statutory rape laws work, dick-face."

007. Muse "This is the part where you thank me, you ungrateful little shits." Jason says, dragging Tim out of the water by the scruff of his neck, "The next time you go off gallivanting – "

Tim snorts, even though he's shivering so hard that he can't actually stand straight. Roy rolls his eyes and drapes a blanket over Tim's shoulders.

" – with your dumbfuck friends, I'm going to put a fucking GPS tracker on you or something, jesus."

"It's not Superboy's fault that I fell, I did tell him to drop me."

Roy raises an eyebrow, "You told Superboy to drop you in the middle of the Atlantic ocean?"

"Well, at the time we were over an airship – it was only after the airship blew up as it was rapidly loosing altitude that I jump off and into the water. Trust me, I had this planned out and everything."

"You been taking planning lessons from bird lately? Because this sounds like the kind of bullshit he'd pull."

"I was inspired by some of his more…inventive stunts, yes."

Roy resists the urge to face-palm. Jason throws his hands into the air – "Idiots. Everyone. Everyone."

008. Magic When they move together, it feels – it should feel weird. It should be uncomfortable and clumsy, awkward. It isn't. It's Jason's mouth and Tim's legs and Roy's hands. It's the skimming breath over Roy's shoulder ,and the dig of nails over the small of Tim's back, the press of teeth against Jason's lips.

It's Tim's black getting-long-hair between their fingers, Jason's green-blue-what-color-are-they-really eyes that are half lidded and laughing, and the glimmer of Roy's teeth as he lets out a small-deep-moving-laugh.

It's the three of them moving together, falling into each other and into place.

009. Clean "You cleaned." Tim stares at their apartment, bag dropping to the floor as he stares, and stares. "You cleaned."

Roy and Jason exchange amused and mildly confused looks, before shrugging. "Got bored."

"You got bored." Tim repeats, "So you cleaned."

"Did the groceries, too." Roy adds in, "I think we scandalized one of the workers when Jason slipped his hand into my pocket."

"In my defense, those pants make your ass look great."

"You cleaned." Tim raises a hand to his forehead. "Holy god. I think I'm having an out of body experience. The apartment is clean and for once I didn't have to do anything to get it in that state."

010. Secret "Are you mad?" Tim says, cautiously edging towards the giant mass of brood, "Because – I'm going to say it now, even if you are, I'm not going to break up with either of them."

Bruce just sighs, casts a look towards the ceiling, this expression of pure what is my life on his face before he squeezes Tim's shoulder.

"As long as you're safe, Tim. As long as you're safe." Bruce grimaces. "Just…erase the footage when you're done."

Tim blanches, nods. "Yeah, I'll do that."

011. Superstition "Is this revenge?" Jason asks as he steadies the camera, Roy holds the hissing cat in his arms, tries to wrestle it into an obnoxious sweater. "Because, dude. You looked pretty cute as a corgi, not gonna lie, and the sweater was really adorable on you."

"Shut up." Roy says, wincing when Tim – now a cat – digs his claws into his forearm. "This is totally revenge. Keep the camera steady, I'm going to put this all over youtube and it'll be an internet sensation."

Jason sighs, flinches when Tim yowls, and literally claws his way out of Roy's arms and zips past them to hide somewhere. "I'll get the neosporin. Go make sure he doesn't try to claw his way into the drywall again, it was a bitch getting him down from the ceiling."

012. Fantasy "I have died and gone to heaven." Roy says, "I lived a good life and you two are my reward."

"Don't objectify me." Jason says, looking mildly offended, "And how the hell do you live a good life? You're a dick face."

Tim looks serene, for the most part. But Roy thinks that's because he's doing that thing where he shuts down all emotion and thinks violent, violent thoughts on the inside.

"But seriously. You're normally a pretty good looking dude. But you look really, obnoxiously hot in a suit."

"I know." Jason flashes his teeth, flicks one of Tim's earrings. "And baby bird looks good in a gaff and falsies."

"I will break your balls." Tim sighs, voice slightly dreamy as his eyes glaze over. "I will break you. I will rip it off and set it on fire."

013. Test "I'll have you know that I was a perfect student." Jason says, sulking when Tim kicks him out of their room. "I could totally help you with your homework."

Roy rolls his eyes, "Yes, but we all know that you'd probably end up doing his homework instead of helping because you're crazy like that. And Tim is obsessive over the things he turns in, and if it isn't one hundred percent his he'll pitch himself out a window trying to debate with his internal moral compass."

"You'd think that someone who has no qualms with using seduction as an information technique wouldn't have a problem with borrowing some ideas."

014. Tease "Are you kidding me." Jason deadpans, sprawled on top of Roy. "You are actually kidding me, baby bird, get your naked ass over here."

"No."

"Tim." Roy reaches out and manages to touch Tim's hip before Tim scoots further away on the bed, idly paging through something and giggling. "What are you even reading?"

"Cosmopolitan sex tips." Tim answers, snorting before bursting out into giggles and tipping over onto his side, curling up into a small ball of hysterical laughter. "Oh god, I can't breathe."

015. Storm Tim breezes in, throws something at Roy's face, and then he's out again. Roy blinks, looks down at the T-shirt Tim threw at him. It's black with the words Kick ass baby, I got yo flower.

Ten seconds later Jason comes in from their office, a black shirt in his hands that says the same thing on it, and a slightly confused look on his face.

"Do you have any idea what this is?" Jason says, when he sees that Roy has the same thing in his hands. "Because Tim sort of just shoved this in my face and was gone like the fucking wind."

Roy shrugs, and doesn't really think about it until Tim comes back, twenty minutes later and brandishes a shirt in their faces – Bitch, what'd you say about me? Hold my flower!

016. Strawberries Jason and Tim are whispering to each other, throwing glances at Roy every now and then, before turning back to the laptop screen. Somewhere around the fourth time this happens, Roy gets annoyed and asks – "What? What the hell are you two talking about?"

The two exchange a look and smile. It's highly unnerving.

"We were just wondering." Roy raises an eyebrow. "We were curious as to how far your freckles go."

Roy lets a grin slide over his face as he stalks towards the two, "Well, why don't you two find out?"

017. Weapon If there is something that Roy has learned while around Jason and Tim, it's this: anything and everything is a weapon. No exceptions.

Paperclips, cell phones, nail polish bottles, earphones, stuffed animals, condoms, paper plates, socks. Everything.

And that includes sexuality.

Tim bats his eyelashes, all soft lines and mysterious androgynous features. And Jason smiles, slow and hot like liquid, strong angles and sharp, slightly delicate and aristocratic features.

Roy curls an arm around their waists, pulls them close and laughs.

"You two are incorrigible."

"You're one to talk," Jason says, sliding his hand into Roy's back pocket. "Mr. Biceps."

"As if you haven't been subtly trying to project onto us all night." Tim leans in until their sides are pressed, flush, together. "Don't worry. We like it. Possessive is a good look on you."

018. Beach "I think I'm going to die." Jason gasps, dazed as he stares at the ceiling. "How many suicides was that?"

"Not enough, apparently." Roy wheezes, collapsing on top of him, "Jesus." Jason whines -

"You're hot and sticky and heavy and not in any of the fun ways. Get off." Jason would move him, but his entire body is currently holding some sort of protest or rebellion. "Where the hell is Tim?"

They both groan when a third weight drops on top of them. "You sound like a beached whale."

"I feel so flattered." Roy says, chin digging into Jason's sternum. "Off, runt."

There's a thud, and Jason turns his head to see Tim sprawled on the floor next to him, eyes closed, hair plastered to his skin.

"Next time," Jason says, reaching his pinky out to press against Tim's hip. "We ditch when Bruce says he has a training exercise for us to try."

"Agreed."

[heartslogos]

Roommates

Title: Roommates Pairing: Roy/Jason/Tim Rating: PG13 A/N: There's no actual plot? I couldn't really think of anything u__u

goddess-of-boxes said: JayRoyTim with Jay cooking I guess or something. sarcasm is always nice. terrible at prompting sorry? shrugs, or maybe blogger/lit!Jay giving a passionate speech on rights to people of your choice. Whatever works for you. *slinks away quickly* bye.

Snippet: Rule one, never, ever let Tim out of your sight. Ever. Because he is actually some sort of ninja-assassin who will kill you when you blink.

"What's a polite way to say pretentious douchebag?"

Roy tears his eyes away from where he was watching Tim put lotion on the stubble burn he has…everywhere.

"What?"

Jason is sprawled out across the space Tim recently vacated, leaning against some pillows crammed under his head and staring at his cell phone.

"I'm writing a blog post and if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do this right. Also, I'm trying to avoid the words male privilege, so…Synonyms for pretentious douchebag that sounds somewhat polite?"

Roy snags the phone out of Jason's hands, stares at the beginnings of what promises to be something very long, detailed, and passive-aggressive.

"Didn't your publisher tell you to stop posting these things on your official blog?"

"Fuck the publishers, I'm a strong independent writer and I don't need a publisher to tell me what to do." Jason says, sliding over a bit to rest his head on Roy's shoulder. "Besides – I don't care if my adoring fans are pissed because of my rants. I mean, half my books are social commentaries."

"Should I get ready for more hate male?" Roy says as he scrolls through Jason's posts – "When did you even find time to write half of these?"

Jason is about to answer when he freezes, Roy glances up and sees Tim holding a straight razor to Jason's neck.

(Rule one, never, ever let Tim out of your sight. Ever. Because he is actually some sort of ninja-assassin who will kill you when you blink.

Which he could, actually, be. Roy and Jason don't exactly know what Tim does for a living, just that he comes home with more than enough money to pay rent and it's, apparently not illegal.

Also. Looking at Tim's original resumes – from when he just graduated college – he lists "all types of explosives" as a special skill.)

"Apparently he was writing blog posts instead of shaving." Tim says, face blank, "The next time you two try to have sex with that kind of stubble, I will actually poison you." Then he smiles, bright and sweet, "And I'd get away with it, too."

-

Later, while Tim is getting dressed and Jason is making breakfast, Roy goes to check the news.

(After, of course, shaving. Because Roy doesn't know where Tim got that straight razor.)

"Yo, ungrateful little shits. Breakfast is served." Jason calls out, just as Roy is checking the weather report. Which is, always, a lie. "Tim if you used up all the hot water in the shower I am so going to put you on a diet."

"I thought you don't care what I look like." Tim says, magically appearing just as Roy sits down, scaring him out of his skin.

"Jesus, christ – " And Jason, too, apparently. "We're putting a bell on you. It won't even be a sexy bell. It'll be a cow bell, loud and obnoxious and disgustingly plain. I almost stabbed you."

Tim looks incredibly unimpressed as he steals Roy's coffee.

Roy swats Tim's ass as he passes by, gets an eye roll.

"And I didn't use all the hot water." Tim says, perching on the kitchen counter, long legs idly kicking. "Roy did."

Jason turns on Roy, eyes narrowed and lips pulling back into a snarl – Roy raises his hands in defense.

"Dude – "

"Harper – "

Tim looks positively angelic as he watches Jason tackle Roy to the ground in an attempt to rip Roy's throat out with his bare hands. And then they're kissing and Tim is making this sound of utter amusement – like -

These foolish little creatures amuse me, so.

That is – until Roy reaches out, and yanks Tim down by the ankle to join them.

-

Tim disappears to do whatever it is he does for a living, glaring at the two of them, even as he walks out the door -

"Jason, if you don't have the next chapter done by today, I'm going to help your editor string you up by your balls. This is the fourth time you've missed your deadline. And Roy – I asked you to clean the bathroom ten days ago. At least have the sink done. There are bloodstains and I don't even know who's blood it is."

Roy rolls his eyes as he ushers Tim out the door. Jason whines – "But I don't want to get this chapter done, I want to go on my blog."

Tim leans around Roy to shoot Jason a look. "If you go on your blog, I will know."

Then he's gone and Roy is left to manhandle Jason into his study and lock him in. Jason grumbles but sits down and starts up his computer to, presumably, start working.

In the middle of Roy washing the breakfast dishes, he hears Jason yell – "The little shit changed the password on my blog account!"

Roy puts down the coffee mug he was washing and laughs.

A few seconds later, his phone vibrates, and when he checks it, it's a text from Tim – the password is melpomene, don't tell him until he has at least half the chapter done. I called his editor and got him an extension. If she calls, tell him that he's supposed to have the flu, so at least try to act like it.

Roy texts back – what would we ever do without you?

Five minutes later, as Roy is trying to convince Jason to stop trying to hack himself, he gets a text -

You'd probably devolve into some lesser evolutionary life form <3

-

Jason does actually finish the chapter he's supposed have done, and when he's finished he goes to try and whine to Roy.

"You do realize that Tim got you an extension, right?"

Jason blinks. Tilts his head. Mouths – extension? And he looks like such a kicked puppy that Roy takes pity on him and says -

"He says that he changed your password to melpomene."

Jason is still stuck on the extension part, because he says, "I didn't have to be finished, today? Are you – seriously? Seriously?"

"Seriously."

Jason throws his hands into the air and wanders away, presumably to do some stress baking.

Sure enough, five minutes later, Roy hears the television turned to some random daytime soap and the sound of a whisk hitting the side of a bowl.

Roy texts Tim – he's stress baking

Tim texts back – I know.

Because. Obviously. Ninja-assassin, Tim knows everything.

-

Jason makes four chocolate lava cakes and declares that he's putting Tim on a diet. Roy tells him that he'll film how that goes down.

When Tim comes home he looks vaguely amused, even as Jason starts trailing after him to bitch and complain.

"It got you working, didn't it?" Tim says, before shutting the door to their bedroom to change. Jason glares at the door before he goes back to the kitchen to finish dinner. Roy rolls his eyes as Jason mutters about sadistic assholes.

Roy listens to Jason bitch at Tim through dinner -

"What happened to putting Tim on a diet?" Roy says, even as Jason starts piling more food onto Tim's plate. Jason shoots him a dirty look. Tim takes the moment to switch his plate with Jason's mostly empty one.

After dinner, while Tim is washing dishes, Roy has to physically barricade Jason into his study so that he can take a call from his editor without trying to foist it off onto himself or Tim.

"Come on, dude – " Jason says, trying to open the door that Roy is holding closed, "Cut me some slack. My editor is a soulless, evil, merciless she-wolf. She will sense my lies and it will be awful."

"You know you're supposed to check in with her every two weeks, man. I have no mercy for you."

"She is going to rip my intestines out and eat them and make me watch."

"Your editor sounds a lot like Tim."

"That's probably why they get along so much."

-

Somewhere around one in the morning, Roy feels Tim curl into his chest, face pressed against his collarbone, teeth lightly grazing his skin -

When he opens his eyes he sees Jason on his laptop with his headset – "Are you serious?"

Jason covers the mike, turns and blinks, "What?"

Tim curls up a little more, pulls the covers over his head and tucks himself under Roy's chin.

"Dude – it's like, past midnight. Did you even sleep?"

"Sleep is for the weak." Jason says, "Besides, I'm in the middle of a debate – "

"You're in the middle of waking me and Tim up." Roy winds an arm around Tim's waist underneath the blankets. "Could you not do this here? Like. Why even."

"You love me, anyway." Jason says, turning back to the screen. Roy sighs and rolls over, bringing Tim with him. Tim lets out a little noise of confusion before curling more firmly against Roy's chest.

Roy drifts in and out of sleep – at one point woken up by Jason snapping something into his headset that sounded suspiciously like fuck the haters.

He doesn't fully drop off, though, until he feels Jason press against his back, arm reaching over Roy's side to press his fingers against Tim's hip.

"What time zone was it?" Tim mumbles into Roy's throat. Jason mutters against the back of Roy's neck -

"Somewhere in Russia."

Roy grunts, "You are both terrible roommates."

"You love us anyway."

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Jason and Roy are civilians, and they found out that the second Robin is there soulmate only that it happened when Dick replaced Tim and I have decided to post it when it would be finished of course

Shit. I may have started writing some RoyJayTim fic it's not finished but I don't know if I should post it or not...

And it have soulmates because it's me

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I'm throwing JJ in there

Shit. I may have started writing some RoyJayTim fic it's not finished but I don't know if I should post it or not...

And it have soulmates because it's me

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It's also abo au now

Someone please stop my mind

Shit. I may have started writing some RoyJayTim fic it's not finished but I don't know if I should post it or not...

And it have soulmates because it's me