[ Tim huffs, a slightly incredulous tone to his voice. ]
Labour laws are for other people. You can't apply them to being a vigilante when that's literally an illegal thing to be.
[ How is Tim supposed to tell Jason to stop touching him when it's - well, when it's Jason? Right from the start, when he'd been Jason's fake hostage, he'd put up a cursory protest only for his defenses to melt away, and now it's a comforting thing, the feel of Jason's larger hands warm against his skin, making him jump or twitch with stirring anticipation even when he should be working. There's just something irresistable about it, something vaguely scandalous and definitely indulgent, and maybe a little dangerous, but that's what he likes about it.
So when Jason relaxes and starts stroking over his skin again, he relaxes too, sighing quietly. ]
I eat! [ Goldfish crackers and marshmallows, if left to his own devices. ] And you should wash my underwear more often, you're the one choosing most of it these days.
[ And all of it ridiculously risque in nature, all silk and lace and frills over too-tight fabric that he's already flushing at the thought of, let alone the sight of himself wearing. But it's impossible for him to refuse when Jason tells him to wear it, whispers low in his ear and makes dirty promises about what he'll do to him, for him, if he does.
He frowns slightly, though. ]
No, I don't. Anything that makes you happy isn't a waste. Listen... I know everyone likes to talk about how fighting crime is a duty, a mission, but at the end of the day? It's a choice, and every one of us has the right to make their own choice about it, including you. You shouldn't have to feel like one choice is hiding, it's not - if taking a break feels right to you, then do it. Take all the time you need. You can go back to it when you're ready, and that includes never, you know? Just... if you do decide to fight again, make sure you go back to training first.
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Labour laws are for other people. You can't apply them to being a vigilante when that's literally an illegal thing to be.
[ How is Tim supposed to tell Jason to stop touching him when it's - well, when it's Jason? Right from the start, when he'd been Jason's fake hostage, he'd put up a cursory protest only for his defenses to melt away, and now it's a comforting thing, the feel of Jason's larger hands warm against his skin, making him jump or twitch with stirring anticipation even when he should be working. There's just something irresistable about it, something vaguely scandalous and definitely indulgent, and maybe a little dangerous, but that's what he likes about it.
So when Jason relaxes and starts stroking over his skin again, he relaxes too, sighing quietly. ]
I eat! [ Goldfish crackers and marshmallows, if left to his own devices. ] And you should wash my underwear more often, you're the one choosing most of it these days.
[ And all of it ridiculously risque in nature, all silk and lace and frills over too-tight fabric that he's already flushing at the thought of, let alone the sight of himself wearing. But it's impossible for him to refuse when Jason tells him to wear it, whispers low in his ear and makes dirty promises about what he'll do to him, for him, if he does.
He frowns slightly, though. ]
No, I don't. Anything that makes you happy isn't a waste. Listen... I know everyone likes to talk about how fighting crime is a duty, a mission, but at the end of the day? It's a choice, and every one of us has the right to make their own choice about it, including you. You shouldn't have to feel like one choice is hiding, it's not - if taking a break feels right to you, then do it. Take all the time you need. You can go back to it when you're ready, and that includes never, you know? Just... if you do decide to fight again, make sure you go back to training first.