Tim was a man of many talents, Jason had come to realize. Yeah, he was really fucking smart and daring to the point that it was borderline stupid, but he also had a few other hidden abilities. Not all of them were exactly “useful”; they were more like… survival instincts.
Like the way he could fall asleep anywhere, any-when.
Jason found it rather fascinating, really.
He first witnessed this a few months back. It was his off day, and he was spending it at the Manor, kicking back and watching a movie when Tim walked in, casting a glance about the room before dropping to the floor, curling up on the plush carpet and instantly conking the fuck out. All in the span of about ten seconds. Jason could only stare.
The second time it had happened, Tim and Bruce had just returned from a late patrol. Tim looked dead on his feet, nodding off even as he stripped out of the Red Robin suit, leaving a trail of equipment in his wake as he stumbled over to the training mats. When he was free of everything but the tights and an undershirt, he let himself free-fall onto the mat, sound asleep within seconds.
“Bruce,” Jason had whispered from his place at the monitor. “Bruce, that is unnatural. How does he do that? I’m partly jealous, a little impressed, and a touch concerned.”
“He’s tired, Jason,” Bruce had said, like that was that. “Can you please take him to bed? I don’t want him sleeping down here.”
“‘He’s tired, Jason,’” Jason mocked incredulously, standing up and walking to the mats, carefully picking Tim up. “What the fuck. I’m tired, too, but do you see me dropping dead like this? I’ve only been able to do that once.”
“I never wanna go to another gala ever again, thank you and goodnight.” Tim unceremoniously plops down on the couch, yanking the tie from around his neck and tossing it behind him. He undoes the top three buttons of his shirt and kicks his dress shoes off, propping his feet up on the coffee table.
Jason flips a page of his book. “I’m surprised you’re back this early. You just abandoned Brucie?”
Tim scoffs, falling back into the cushions and throwing an arm over his eyes. “He can deal. I am very tired.”
“Poor Bruce,” Jason laughs. “Left to fend for himself, where’s your sympa- are you kidding me?”
Tim’s asleep. Of course. Three seconds on a flat surface and the kid is fucking out like he doesn’t have a care in the world. He’s even snoring, his mouth hanging open and he’s probably going to start drooling. Gross.
Jason rolls his eyes and throws his jacket over Tim’s frame. “You didn’t even wait until I finished my sentence, you rude son of a bitch.”