Hallo, ich bin endlich Mal wieder da, getagt von Charge_Zuma

1. Weder noch. Wie Zuma auch, bin ich Flexetarierin und an den bestimmten Tagen esse ich nur Biofleisch, oder Fleisch vom Bauernhof in der Nähe. Und das schmeckt auch besser.

2. Deutschland, Niederlande, das war's. Ich war noch nie außerhalb von Deutschland, den Niederlanden oder Belgien. Es war schon Mal eine Parisreise geplant, doch dann war der Anschlag und der diesjährige Torfu Urlaub wurde wegen Corona gestrichen. Und der geplante Wienausflug erst Recht...

3.  Ich habe nicht wirklich einen, obwohl doch, wartet einen Moment....
Bisschen lang und auf Englisch, aber gut. Und es ist nicht wirklich ein Witz.
Und ich habe keine Rechte daran!

Tony looked like he was in pain and cut in, “Apparently too many to name or count. I had FRIDAY run some simulations for fixing the portal device last night and it’s looking like it could take longer than a week to fix, if it can be fixed at all.”

The travellers all looked at each other, then Interdimensional-Bruce asked, “Do you think you can fix it?”

“I’d say there’s about a 60% chance of it working successfully.”

The travellers looked at each other again, apparently having some sort of silent conversation, and Tim stated, “I’ll help.”

Tony started to protest, but Tim gave him a look that sent chills down Peter’s spine and repeated, “I’ll help fix it.”

Tony scowled, but acquiesced, “Fine. But don’t get all butthurt if you can’t keep up with me.”

Dick gave a laugh that he quickly stifled and leaned over to Jason, whispering, “Try to keep Tim from ramming a screwdriver through Stark’s eye, would you? Something tells me that wouldn’t go over well.”

Jason leaned back, answering, “I’ll do my best to keep our little Nerd Bird from committing aggravated assault, but I make no promises. Stark challenged his nerdiness.”

Peter looked at Tim, who had a competitive gleam in his eyes, and Tim stated calmly, “I heard that, Dick. And I think we both know that’s more Jason’s style.”

Jason gave an offended noise and answered, “Rude. I’ve only done that once. And the guy deserved it, thinking he could sell to kids on my turf.”

Tim rolled his eyes, breaking the weird staring match he had going on with Tony, and teased, “Torinsky. And Pulinova. And that one guy with the missing pinky, what was his name?”

Jason rested his chin on Tim’s head, huffing, “Bianchi. And Torinsky was an icepick, not a screwdriver. Besides, Torinsky and Pulinova were trying to sell shit cut with cleaning supplies and Bianchi was trafficking kids. They had it coming.”

Tim looked mildly amused and stated, “I’m not saying they didn’t, only that ramming a screwdriver or similar item through a person’s eye is much more your style than it is mine.”

Tony looked startled and asked, “Uh, what? Who’s ramming a screwdriver through whose eye?”

Jason stole a blueberry from Tim’s plate, stating easily, “No one, hopefully. But fair warning, challenging Tim’s nerdiness is generally not a good idea. Riddler tried it and ended up stuck in one of his own stupid riddle things after Tim flirted him into locking himself in it.”

Tim swatted Jason’s hand away from his blueberries as Jason tried to get another one, arguing, “I did not flirt, you ass. How the Hell do you even know about that, anyway? That was like two weeks after you tried to kill me, before you decided that trying to get your wrists broken by stealing my blueberries was a better idea.”

Tim’s statement made the whole table fall quiet and Steve looked between Tim and Jason, asking incredulously, “What do you mean, after he tried to kill you?”

Jason winced and Tim rolled his eyes, stating flatly, “Oh please, it’s not a big deal. A slit throat and some broken bones never hurt anyone. Besides, you apologized before trying to get in my pants, which is better than the other one who shall not be named but who is related by blood to one person at this table.”

The whole table stared in shock and Sam piped up, “Man, that is some seriously fucked logic.”

“As Jason put it when I asked him out, I am nothing but bad ideas and poor decisions compressed into a 138-pound body for your inconvenience. Anyway, if I were to reject every person in my age group who has ever injured or tried to kill me in a state of madness, I’d be down to about a dozen civilians, my sorta-stepbrother, don’t ask, or my teammates on the Titans, which isn’t gonna happen because they’re practically my siblings.”

Jason kissed Tim’s head and teased, “Shazam technically falls into your age group, being that you’re apparently 16 and all.”

Tim elbowed him in the gut and Peter piped up, “Um, that’s… That’s kinda messed up.”

Tim shrugged and stated, “Yep. Now, are we done going through my dating history? I’d rather stop this train before we get to the brick.”

“I, for one, would be quite willing to hear the story of how Brown broke your nose, Drake. I still hold that to be one of her greatest accomplishments.”

“Oh, shut it, Brat, or do I need to bring up the letter that your grandpa sent with the last penis fruit basket. You know, the one addressed to you?”

Damian looked disgusted and Dick cut in, scolding, “Knock it off, you two. Look, can we get to work on fixing the portal thing, please? I’d like to get home soon. Preferably before anyone gets arrested for assault.”

He gave Jason a pointed look and Jason complained, “Oh, come on! You get arrested for assaulting an alternate universe hero one fucking time and you never hear the end of it! It wasn’t even an unprompted assault! The asshole had a gun pointed at me!”

Tony looked surprised and asked, “You’ve been in alternate universes before?”

Jason rolled his eyes, answering, “I spent six months doing a grand tour of them trying to keep the multiverse from collapsing in on itself. Long story.”

Peter looked at Harley, then stated, “You say that like that’s a normal thing.”

Jason raised an eyebrow and Dick commented, “Honestly? It’s not as uncommon as you might think. I mean, it’s certainly no ‘Riddler making puns’, but I’d say it probably ranks at maybe an ‘Arkham breakout’?”

Tim hummed thoughtfully, then answered, “Nah, probably closer to ‘Agent A going along with our harebrained schemes’. It happens and it’s not infrequent, but it’s not an everyday thing and it’s always an adventure when it happens. ‘Arkham breakout’ is like a monthly event, not anything too uncommon.”

Damian cut in at that, suggesting, “Perhaps ‘family members faking their death or coming back to life’ would be the most appropriate.”

Peter looked around the table, trying to figure out if anyone else knew what they were talking about, and found everyone else looking puzzled. Interdimensional-Bruce was staring at his plate, looking like he regretted his life choices, and Jason asked, “What do you think, old man?”

“I think we have better things to be doing than having this conversation.”

The tired tone reminded Peter distinctly of Tony when he and Harley tried to pull him into their pointless arguments. Jason rolled his eyes, scoffing, “Killjoy. Damn, your sense of humor must be deader than a Robin in a blown up warehouse.”

Tim swatted Jason lightly and asked, “What’s the rule, Jay?”

Jason looked chagrined and huffed, “No making jokes about my death at the table.”

They finished breakfast quickly, then Tony led them to the lab.

Und hier eine cute Jaytim Scene aus dem selben Crossover: 
Jason quickly checked Tim over, murmuring soothingly the whole time, and relaxed slightly once he had confirmed that Tim was okay. Then he couldn’t help but sink his fingers into Tim’s long hair, earning another sleepy noise and Tim pressing his head into Jason’s palm like a cat. The blatant trust made Jason’s heart race and he pressed a soft kiss to Tim’s forehead, sighing fondly, “I hope you know that you are in some seriously, seriously deep shit, Baby Bird.”

“Baby Bird? Is that the kid’s codename?”

Jason nearly jumped out of his skin at the blonde’s sudden questions and turned to look at the blonde, answering, “No. No one gets to call him that but me.”

The blonde raised an eyebrow and, eyes darting rapidly between Jason and Tim, asked, “Are you two… together?”

Something in his tone made Jason’s hackles raise and he snapped, “What if we are? You got a problem with that?”

The blonde held his hands up and answered quickly, “No, no, not at all. Just… surprised, is all.”

Jason scowled and Tim shifted again, pulse speeding up as he woke up. Jason stroked his fingers through Tim’s hair, then gave a startled yelp when Tim’s hands shot out to grab him around the throat. Tim jerked up, hissing, “Don’t fucking tou- Jason?!?”

In an instant, Tim’s entire attitude flipped on a dime and he practically crawled into Jason’s lap, his hands moving from Jason’s throat to pat Jason down for injuries. Jason allowed it without question, then gently tugged Tim in for a tight hug as soon as Tim was done, reiterating, “You are in some seriously deep shit, Baby Bird.”

Tim settled his head on Jason’s collarbones and sighed, asking, “Scale of one to ten, how much is he gonna smother me when we get home?”

Jason laughed, pressing another kiss to Tim’s head, and answered, “Big Bird? Definitely a fifteen at minimum.”

Tim groaned dramatically and Jason rolled his eyes, teasing, “Now, Baby Bird, this is exactly why you don’t do things like get your ass yeeted into a different universe.”

Und ja, das wird ein langes Kapitel.

3. Politik, Chemie und WPII aka. Sozialwissenschaften und Geschichte in einem Fach.

4. Nunja, geht so. Es gibt Vor- und Nachteile.

5. Torte. Vor allem Sahne Torten.

6. Stubenhocker. Aber ich bin auch ab und zu Mal gerne draußen.

7. Habe ich keine.

8. Gibt es zu viele.

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