Jason hates Tim. Well almost. The little insomniac is a pain in the ass most the time but tonight he thinks he might actually hate his brother.

Because the moron called Dick to pick him up from some college party, which he only went to cause Dick had been bugging him to try be a normal college kid. And Dick was busy so he called Jason. Which is why Jason is here. At a college party.

The frat house is illuminated with some cheap LED strip lights, the bass heavy music blaring as Jason steps inside, the walls vibrating with the music with college kids making out in every crammed corner. Red solo cups are everywhere— stacked on tables, abandoned on windowsills, and the floor is sticky from spilt drinks. Jason’s nose wrinkles at the smell of cheap beer, sweat, and faintly burnt pizza.

Laughter and loud shouts pierce the house, Jason’s about to abandon his younger brother to the stupidity of frat parties when he sees you.

You, Tim’s best friend, dressed in a party dress, makeup done light but pretty, a little sweaty but in a way that makes you glow under the cheap purple lights bathing your skin, your eyeliner sharp and your lips a soft shade of maroon.

And with his stupid moronic brother’s arm slung over your shoulder. Jason scowls as he sees the way Tim’s drunkenly holding onto you for support as you drag him along. Jason steps forward, shoving through the crowd towards you, locking away every stray thought emerging at the sight of you because you’re his brother’s best friend and entirely fucking off limits.

“Gimme the idiot,” Jason mutters to you, seeing the way you startle slightly but pass him Tim, wrapping his brother’s limp arm around his shoulder, Tim just groaning softly and leaning into Jason.

“You stayin’ at the manor tonight?”Jason mutters to you, grey eyes flitting over to you. You’ve stayed over a couple times — always in Tim’s room, always for a movie night or game night. And when you nod, Jason’s jaw works and he jerks his chin towards the door. “Follow me then. I’ll give you a ride.”