Jason sat there at his older brother, Dick's, computer, watching a video of when he and
Tim were younger. He tried hard not grin at their childish antics.
Younger Jason had been holding a huge brief case that at that time belonged to Bruce Wayne - before he was put into an old farts home that is and chatting with the smaller boy as if they were a married couple. Jason was about six years old while Timmy was about three.
Not that he would ever admit it to anyone especially Dick , he kinda missed those days. Timmy would hug him, kiss his cheek, and pretend to get a divorce then make up later that day. They both had little rings they would put on every morning when they woke up in the same bed and Tim greeted with either Jayjay or Jaybird. Now that Tim and Jason were older, they didn't see one another that much anymore after Stephanie had died it had been pretty hard for Timmy-; they kinda just hung around with the rest of the Robins and shared a couple words with each other.
That's when a stupid, idiotic, and completely, utterly embarrassing naturally something Grayson would think of idea popped right into his head. He paused before running over to Dick's closet and pulling out a black suit and tie. He grabbed reading glasses from his older brother's secret that wasn't really all that much of a secret to everyone drawer and headed into the bathroom with a smirk on his face.
Tim had been reading a book in one of the manors many comfy chairs when Jason had walked in with a suit, tie, and a pair of glasses that made his eyes look really small. The third Robin smirked with amusement and raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Hey Jay, what ya' wearing tha--" He started to ask before he was interrupted when a something pink and soft was shoved softly into his face. He took it in his grip and shoved it in front of his line of vision. It was a pink apron with frills around the neck, the pockets, and the bottom. "What the hec--"
"Put it on."
"Wh-What?" Tim asked, flushing with wide eyes. He blinked about ten times before he asked, "Are you serious?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Jason said, somewhat harshly as his tiny eyes narrowed.
" Tim started slowly, a crimson blush still shading his normally pale cheeks. He then grinned shakily and said jokingly, "I can't take you seriously with those glasses on." Jason just stood there, looking blankly at him. There was an uncomfortable silence between them as they both stared into each other's eyes awkwardly. After noticing how long he had been staring at Jason, Tim flushed, threw the apron on the floor and reached for his book again. But what Jason said made him stop in mid-motion.
most husbands wear glasses." Jason explained, tilting his head to the side as if he was an eight year old. He then smirked mischievously as Tim's face blew up in flames, metaphorically speaking of course, and looked at anything that was the red and white haired young man. Jason then picked up the apron and put it gingerly in Timmy's lap. "C'mon, put it on?" He asked sweetly. Tim looked up at him, his expression hard to read. He either was actually considering putting the pink, frilly nightmare on which kinda freaked him out, or he was constipated. Being Tim, Jason didn't know what to think. Until, that is, when Tim took the apron from off his lap and stood up to put it on. Once on, he flattened it out with his hands and crossed his arms, blushing widely. Jason just simply grinned at him and pecked him on his forehead before wrapping his arms around his waist. Tim pressed his head against the older male's chest and huffed embarrassedly.
"Where's my ring?"
"Make me a sammich first, wifey."
"That's it, I want a divorce."