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The tell-tale sound of a motorcycle fills the Cave as Jason rides in on his bike. It was unusual for him to stop by unless there was a mission, and even then he had to be practically dragged in by Dick. He parks his bike and takes off his helmet, pausing to shake out his hair.
“Hey, Replacement,” he calls to the Cave’s only occupant, Tim. He had just come down from breakfast to work on a case, and was silently cursing his luck.
“What’s up?” Tim asks tiredly.
“Is Bruce around?”
“Upstairs.”
“Cool. So you won’t tell if I go raid medical?” Jason had done this on a couple occasions, sometimes actively needing medical attention, sometimes just wanting numbing agents and bandages to take back to his safe house. Bruce started locking up the drugs, but otherwise hadn’t done anything to stop him.
Tim sighs, “You know that he would give you anything if you just asked.”
“But where’s the fun in that?” Jason asks, smiling mischievously.
“Whatever…” Tim mutters as he turns his attention back to his files. He ignores Jason as he rummages around in the background. He can hear him making his way around the Cave, poking at things as he does.
“Wow. Looks like Bruce is into some kinky stuff,” Jason calls from across the room. Tim’s interest is piqued, he can’t help but turn around and face his predecessor. Jason is holding up a pair of handcuffs, thicker than the type that the GCPD uses and embedded with red stones.
“Gross,” Tim says, but he’s already out of his chair and going for a closer look. There’s something about them that seem to draw him in. When he’s close enough, Jason holds them out to him and he reaches out, and-
Tim’s head whips back as he feels some sort of invisible force pulse through his body. He blinks a few times to clear his vision and rubs his head. He notices that Jason is in a similarly disoriented state.
“Are you o-” the older boy starts to ask, but he cuts himself off as he stares at the space between them in horror. Tim looks down. There are the handcuffs, only each loop has attached itself to one of their wrists. Tim looks back up and the two of them make eye contact for exactly one second before they start trying to wrench their hands apart as quickly as possible. Jason, of course, is much stronger so he ends up pulling Tim towards him.
“Careful, you’re going to break my wrist!” Tim warns him.
“It’ll heal!” Jason yells back frantically, continuing to tug. It’s at precisely this moment when the elevator pings and the doors open to reveal an exhausted looking Bruce Wayne. Jason goes completely still and as a result both of their arms hang limply where they’re attached.
“Heyyy Bruce,” Tim squeaks.