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(Age 3)
Tim was still panting as he cuddled closer to Jason, sweating skin against sweating skin. Jason simply pulled him closer. Tim brushed his hand over Jason’s chest, feeling the hairs he’d started growing out. He noticed with amusement that some of the hairs were coming up white.
“Are these… Grey hairs?” Jason scoffed with genuine offence.
“I’m twenty-four! I have at least ten more years before I get a single grey hair.” Jason looked down at his chest to be sure. “I think it’s the same thing as my hair, just another resurrection side effect.” Tim hummed his agreement, still raking his nails over Jason’s chest. He stopped when his hand landed over Jason’s heart, pausing there to feel Jason’s heartbeat as it calmed down.
“You’d make a handsome silver fox.”
“Twenty-four, when I start complaining about sore knees, we can talk about it.”
“You were literally complaining about your knees yesterday.”
“Lies.” Tim laughed and pushed at his chest.
“You still wanna be with me when I’m old and grey?”
“As long as you trim your old-person nose hair.”
“It adds character.”
“No. No, no it does not.” They both chuckled. Amidst their laughter Jason reached towards his bedside table and brough back his hand with something enclosed in it. Tim lifted his head curiously. “Presents?” He asked viciously.
“Sort of.” Jason opened his hand to reveals a sing, it was slim, slight textured band, with a long row of small diamonds, even in the low light of their room the gems glittered.
“Wait, is that?”
“Uh, yeah, I needed both Alfred and Barbara to help me decide.”
“Jason-”
“You can say no, it’s fine, I just thought-”
“Jason, love, calm down.” Tim kissed Jason’s chest and offered out his hand as best as he could from his position. “Well? Give me the pretty.” He shook his hand impatiently, making Jason smile. He slipped the ring over Tim’s finger, thankful that it sat snuggly at the base. They admired the ring against Tim’s pale skin.
“You like it?”
“I love it, I love you,” Tim rolled onto his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows. “I love you so much, Jason Todd. I’ll love you when you’re old and grey, and telling kids to get off our lawn.”
“We don’t have a lawn.”
“Not the point.” Tim’s phone buzzed, drawing their attention.
Babs: Congratulations!! :D
“She’s terrifying.”
“Yeah.”
(Age 4)
“By the power vested in me, by Themyscira and the state of Washington, I now pronounce you husbands, you may now kiss.” Diana had barely finished her sentence before Tim was wrapped in Jason arms. Cheering surrounded them as they kissed. Beside Jason, Dick whooped excitedly. Stephanie clapped loudly next to Tim with Damian balanced in her arms.
The reception was held at the manor. Even though he’d seen it before, Tim was still in awe at seeing so many superheroes out of uniform. Diana was excited showing Damian around like Jason hadn’t done the same thing only a few hours ago, while Bruce and Clark talked about their own sons.
Late in the night, Tim and Jason finally found a moment alone in the kitchen.
“We’re married.” Jason said, like Tim hadn’t been there.
“Yeah.” Tim kissed him again.
“I never thought I’d get this.” Jason chuckled at Tim’s concerned expression. “I guess I thought I wasn’t allowed something like this, after everything, you know. A husband, kid, my family back, a family of my own.” Tim reached up to rest his hand against Jason’s face.
“You always deserved this.” Jason turned his head to kiss Tim’s hand. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
(Age 7)
“I want to be Robin.” Damian demanded the moment he entered the apartment, school back still slung over his shoulder.
“No.” Tim replied from the couch.
“Absolutely not.” Jason said with more determination. “Come have a snack, you’re clearly delusional.” Damian huffed but accepted is afternoon stack.
(Age 9)
Jason stepped out of his room in his Red Hood uniform. When he went to the kitchen, Tim looked at him with a nervous smile. Jason raised an eyebrow at his husband.
“What’s the look.”
“Turn around.” Jason turned slowly, frown growing when he found Damian dressed in a store-bought Robin uniform, arms on his side like Wonder Woman.
“Let’s go!” Robin announced excitedly.
“No, Damian, you’re too young, and also no being Robin in general.”
“Uncle Dick was my age when he was Robin.”
“Yeah, and Uncle Dick’s knees give him trouble when it’s cold now. You have school tomorrow and B’s going to be annoyed if I’m late again.”
“Grampa would let me be Robin.”
“Grampa would let an infant be Robin. I’ve said no, Damian.” With the tone that clearly said the conversation was done, Damian deflated and scurried to Tim’s arms.
“Daddy’s my favourite.” Tim laughed as he lifted Damian, Jason groaned.
“Dami, that’s not very nice. Papa just wants what’s best for you.” Damian poked his tongue at Jason then hid his face against Tim’s neck. Tim shrugged his shoulder, feeling bad for Jason having to consistently say no to Damian, where he was usually the one of them to give in first.
“Hopefully I’ll be back early tonight.”
“Tell Steph I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow.” Jason passed through the kitchen to kiss Tim and pressed a kiss to Damian’s still-hiding head. “Be safe.”
“Always.”
(Age 12)
“I want to be Robin!” Without look beside him, Tim could feel the frustration coiling up in Jason’s shoulders. Damian was sat across from them beside Dick, determined to be stubborn on the subject today. “Batman needs Robin.” Even though Stephanie had outgrown Robin and was now working as Batgirl, she still worked closely with Bruce when she wasn’t with the Titans.
“What Batman needs is to retire, and I-”
“Then I should train to be the next Batman!” Damian’s own frustration turned to excitment quickly.
“What?” Both Jason and Tim responded this time.
“I am the closest one here biologically related to him.” Bruce tensed. “So, by that logic, I should be the next Batman.”
“Who says there’s going to be a ‘next Batman’, Bruce hasn’t even talked about something like that?” Damian groaned and slammed a fist against the table.
“This isn’t fair! I never get a say in anything! Everyone else gets to be a hero. It’s so hypocritical that I have to sit on the side lines while you get to fight bad guys.”
“Don’t shout at the table!”
“Wow! Hypocritical again!”
“Enough!” Tim slapped the table to gain their attention. “Damian, don’t yell at your dad. Jason, don’t yell at your son, and you need to calm down.” They stayed still for a moment, as if they were going to ignore Tim and continue, but after a bated breath they both sat back. “Good. Now, Damian. We’ll talk about this calmly when we get home but, for now, you’ve both made dinner very uncomfortable for everyone. Damian, please apologise to Alfred and Bruce.” Damian sighed through his teeth
“Sorry, Alfred. Sorry, Grampa.” They both accepted Damian’s apology lightly.
“Jason.”
“Sorry, Alfred… Sorry, Pops.”
After that dinner continued quietly. Stephanie, always their saving grace, regaled them with stories about her day job until the flow of conversation returned.
When they returned home, an agreement was met. Damian would train for a whole year to be Robin before he even stepped a foot outside in uniform. After that year, if any of the vigilantes had a doubt, he would have to train for another year. Damian bounced around the apartment excitedly before running to his room to text Uncle Dick.
“It’s going to be okay.” Tim tried to assure his husband.
“What if he gets hurt? What if he’s traumatised by something it changes him forever?”
“Jason, he’s going to have your entire family backing him up. Not to mention Clark’s kid is probably fine-tuned to hear if Damian needs help.” That finally made Jason smile. “Superboys and their bats.”
“I’m gonna go grey early at this rate.”
“One more year. Though I think I can see one right now.” Jason pushed Tim away with a laugh.
(Age: 15)
“Dads…” Damian stood timidly at the door, hand behind his back like he was hiding something.
“If Selena gave you another cat, she’s in so much trouble.”
“Well, it’s not a cat.” Damian stepped into the apartment to reveal Jonathan Kent, despite being sixteen the boy managed to make himself look small beside Damian.
“Superboys and their bats.” Tim mumble so only Jason could hear him, and probably Jon. “Come in, Jon, we just made lunch. I’ll set you a plate.”
“T-Thank you.” Tim smiled; the kid could lift cars but meeting his boyfriend’s dads was scary. As they sat down Damian kept his hand firmly clasped around Jon’s, as if letting go would cause Jon to float away.
After lunch the boys scurried off to Damian’s room, followed by ‘door open!’ from Jason and groaned reply from Damian. Tim laughed as he pulled Jason to the couch.
“Super and bats: it’s like a self-fulfilling prophecy.” Jason said with a tired by fond expression.
“With Steph being an exception. And you.”
“No super can compare to Cass in Stephanie’s eyes, and no super can compare to you.” Jason pulled Tim closer to nuzzle against his neck.
“Because you’re not biased at all.”
“Absolutely not.” Jason kissed Tim’s neck warmly, brushing his fingers along the hem of Tim’s shirt.
“Jason, love, you have a super in the next room.”
“You’re right, let’s send them to the movies.” Tim giggled and kissed Jason.
“I don’t need superpowers to hear you!” Damian called from his room.
“Go to the movies!” Tim called back, making Jason laugh loudly.
(Age 17)
“Robin, Red Hood, cut the off on 5th.” Oracle ordered through the comms. Jason nodded before he and Damian leapt from their vantage point to block the rogues running through the street.
“So, what I was saying, is that you and dad need a vacation.” Damian said as he knocked down one of the rogues, continuing their previous conversation casually.
“And leave you unattended? How gullible do you think I am?”
“First of all,” Damian blocked a punch and weaved through the rogues as Nightwing flew down to help. “I’ll be eighteen in a few months, and I’ll be unattended at college.”
“Still trying to get them to go on vacation?” Dick asked as he covered Damian’s back quickly.
“Yeah. And it’s not like Gotham doesn’t have enough vigilantes, we’ll be fine while you’re gone.” Jason sighed, defeated, as he took down the last rogue.
“Okay, okay, I’ll talk to your dad about it.” Damian smiled excitedly. “But Dick will be checking on you the whole Tim.” He deflated slightly but still smiled.
(Age 17)
Jason sighed happily as the sun soaked into his skin, warm and lulling him to sleep. Beside him, covered in sunscreen, Tim was laid on his stomach. Book in hand and reading glasses perched on his nose. Jason squinted against the sun to look at Tim fondly. He was engrossed in his book and his lips twitched slightly as he read. The sun had coloured his cheeks slight red. Even after so many year, looking at his husband made Jason feel like a twenty-something-year-old all over again, with butterflies in stomach every time Tim licked his lips of batted his eye lashes.
“I’m gonna eat you whole when we go back inside.” Tim gasped, looking around before he remembered they were completely alone.
“Jason!” Tim nudged his shoulder.
“Need to shower first or you’ll taste like sunscreen.” Tim giggled as Jason’s hand found his side and tickled lightly. “We can try that new thing.” Jason whispered with promise, causing Tim’s face to redden further. Even after so many years, Tim was so quick to blush and fluster.
Jason smiled as he kissed Tim’s cheek. “I love you, you sexy thing.”
“I love you too.”