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Tim is sitting at the kitchen counter, trying to eat the omelet he managed to make without Alfred taking over halfway through when he hears the front door slam open, an all too familiar loud thumping moving through the halls, announcing the end of Tim’s peace and quiet.
“Morning, sleeping beauty. I thought you’d never wake up.” Jason’s grating voice rings through the kitchen as the thumps turn to slithering at the door before wings and tendrils are wrapping around Tim and teeth are dragging roughly through his hair.
“I got up two hours ago, thank you very much.” Tim huffs out, swatting away one of the tendrils as it tries to steal his fork, continuing to eat, the food bittered by Jason’s presence alone.
Jason gives an amused rumble, continuing to preen Tim clumsily, teeth pricking his scalp like always. Tim would almost think Jason had never been taught to preen, had he not been the victim of Bruce and Dick teaching Jason exactly that the moment they were on better terms.
“Your form is bad.” Tim grumbles, trying to shove that clumsy snout away from his hair just for Jason to growl playfully and take his entire head into that stupid maw instead, Tim immediately smacking at Jason’s cheek, protesting loudly, “Get your jaws off me, you overgrown garden snake!”
Jason moves his mouth away, cackling as Tim continues swatting him until he slithers out of range, having to flee the room as Tim throws his fork at the beast and reaches for the dishes in the drying rack from his earlier cooking.
“I hate this house.” Tim grumbles, grabbing a kitchen towel to dry off his head and retrieving his fork, rinsing it off before settling down to finish his food before his most irritating brother returns.
“I see you and master Jason are getting along well, as always.” Alfred says with the faintest of smirks as he enters the room, Tim scowling around his mouthful of omelet, giving Alfred a tired side-eye.
Alfred ruffles Tim’s hair on his way past to begin making Bruce’s dinner, Tim freezing as a very tiny feather he knows wasn’t there before falls out from the motion, squinting at it, knowing he shouldn’t get feathers without Bruce preening him since only Bruce has venom, expression going deadpan at the realization Jason has venom and likely doesn’t even know.
