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Tim’s lips are turning blue by the time Jason gets there, and Jason curses under his breath at all the goons that kept him from quickly getting to his brothers. Stupid, ridiculous, ice-themed goons and a stupid, ridiculous, ice-themed villain.
Robin and Red Robin are both strung up in Mr. Freeze’s lab, with shackles of ice holding their wrists and ankles in place, and they’re both shivering relentlessly from the cold. Tim had managed to set his emergency beacon off in time, and Jason was the closest to come to the rescue, but he still should have gotten here sooner.
“H-h-hood!” Tim cries out, his teeth chattering.
“Let’s get you out of here,” says Jason as he starts breaking through the ice shackles.
“I have no need of your assistance, Todd!” Damian declares imperiously. “Drake may require rescuing, as he is useless, but I have the situation well at hand.”
“S-s-sure you d-did,” says Tim, rolling his eyes behind his domino mask. Jason catches him once he’s free and carefully lowers him to the ground. Tim clings to him like a limpet. “Mm, you’re warm.”
“And you’re fucking freezing, shrimp.” Jason pries himself loose from the vice of Tim’s arms just enough to remove his leather jacket and wrap it around Tim’s shoulders.
(He’s only being practical. Tim doesn’t have a spleen and can’t risk getting sick. This has nothing to do about caring for his kinda, sorta brothers.)
“Hood, stop fooling around with Red and get me down now!” Damian demands.
“Aw, are you afraid I’ll leave you here, shortstack?” Jason grins at him behind his helmet while he works on breaking loose ice around Damian’s wrists. Thank fuck for the insulated gloves and boots as part of the current iteration of the Robin suit; Jason’s booty shorts and pixie boots would have gotten him frostbite in this situation.
“No!” There’s a touch of defensiveness in Damian’s voice.
“Oh, habibi…” Jason will forever deny that his voice softens here; the helmet’s modulator covers it up. “Big Bird would kill me if I did that.”
Tim attempts to snort, but he’s still shivering too much for it to be effective. “G-glad you’ve g-got your priorities in order, Hood.”
“C’mon, baby bats, let’s get you to a safehouse, grab some blankets, and make some hot cocoa,” says Jason, attempting to recover his earlier nonchalance.
The Robins both brighten immediately at this prospect, although Damian immediately tries to hide it.
“With extra marshmallows?” asks Tim, as he huddles within Jason’s leather jacket.
“Yes, you fiend, extra marshmallows.”
“Tt, I do not require coddling. I am not a child.”
“Alrighty, then, more hot cocoa for us,” says Jason as he bodily lifts Damian and carries him out of Mr. Freeze’s lair. Tim stumbles and hurries to catch up, while Damian squawks indignantly.
“Release me at once, Hood! This is undignified!” Damian protests.
Tim bumps his shivering shoulder against Jason’s arm. “Thanks for coming to get us, Hood.”
“Anytime, Baby Bird. I love lording my superior skills over the two of you.”