[ this, this is exactly what jason means, he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling and mouths 'oh my god' silently. ]

I can't believe you know how labor laws work well enough to lecture me about them, and also just said that with a straight face.

[ also it's absolutely not jason's fault that he can't keep his hands off tim, that is tim's fault for being so... tim. he's never considered it in terms of being touch-starved, he just got into the habit back when tim was his fake-hostage and tim never told him to stop it. the span of his waist just fits so neatly into jason's hands, and tim always jumps or shivers or makes that faux-protest face when jason cups his ass or tugs at his zipper or shoves his hands down tim's pants, which only encourages him.

also tim is playing softball with him, and he relaxes again, letting himself start to stroke idly over bare skin again. ]

You've got those already, you idiot, [ he says softly. ] I'm not going back to my Gotham any time soon, if ever. God knows what you'd do without someone to remind you to eat and wash your underwear.

[ a beat of silence. ]

Do you... do you think it's a waste, for me not to fight? That me being here is hiding?