Archive of Our Own

Summary:

OP Summary: He was three steps away when he heard it.

"—and how is that even POSSIBLE?" He recognized the voice immediately. Tim. And he sounded... not good.

Jason should have left. Should have just aborted the mission and come back another time when Tim wasn't around. That was the smart play. The tactical play. But curiosity was a bitch, and Jason found himself moving toward the sound instead of away from it. He peered around the doorframe and saw Tim in his office, pacing like a caged animal with at least five empty coffee cups scattered across his desk. The kid looked like he hadn't slept in a week. Maybe longer.

Oh, for fuck's sake.