There's something different about the weight of these eyes. Something that makes Jason sit up and take notice.

"Hell, Pretender. Look at you being all assertive and shit. You gonna ask me to call you Daddy while you're at it?" "Depends." Tim doesn’t miss a beat. He runs his fingers lower, caressing Jason's perineum and the back of his balls with his knuckles. "Do you wanna be my good boy, Hood?" Jason sucks in a sharp breath, hips jerking as his cock pulses. "Fuck off. Of course not." "I think you do. But you're right, Daddy doesn't really fit, does it?" Tim tilts his head, remembering Jason's propensity for feminine pet names. "How about Mommy?"

Tim faces this problem the same way he faces every problem he comes up against, faces it the only way he knows how. With research.

Jason likes to stick with what he knows and what he knows is Tim as Red Robin, controlling and vicious, smart as shit and downright fucking scary when someone he cares about is in trouble. This is something new.