𝙅𝙖𝙮𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙🪶

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NOT in the shitty way

A red pill but not in the shitty way

I say this when I see him too.

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈."

—link, patrol when I’m out there, all that jazz. And training. With me. So I know you won’t get yourself killed. I don’t care how “careful” you’ve been.

—Tim shit. Not until he’s had the baby at least, because you’re right he’s damn stressed, and he’ll probably find out all by himself before I do anyway.

And my advice? You should fess up yourself before he catches you.

But that’s only going if you let me in on the crap you’re doing, get a comm—

Tim knows what he’s doing— he had 𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯 for fuck’s—

Just. Fuck. I don’t know what sort of training you’ve done, but it hasn’t been with a Bat, so I’m callin’ it dumb luck.

… But I also know trying to make anyone 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 doesn’t work. Hell, that was Tim’s whole story being Robin.

I’m not gonna tell—

“Shit— congratulations. Did B offer to pay for the whole thing yet?”

Father of the year award.

If I find that kid, you won’t know about it.

Man, I already have a headache. And it isn’t from that bomb you got me with.

But I ain’t telling you shit if I see some time traveling kid around

“Yeah, maybe we could freeze him in a cyrotank… that wouldn’t count as killing him, right? Won’t erase that Bart kid from time and whatnot.

…

Wait, backtrack. You and Lois getting married finally?”

Jason’s just gonna start handing kids some cash and spray paint cans to deal with that..

“What—

Okay. No, I didn’t know the big blue boy scout was trafficking anybody to another planet. That’s a whole other thing— I meant Thawne trafficking metahumans??”

People used to be subtle about trafficking schemes

Where’s the art and effort in the world anymore?

<— Spray painting a big “L” over this sign

Shut the hell up

I’m NOT embarrassed, it’s just bullshit—

No the hell you didn’t.

—of your eyes then.”

It was a real gamble if the cowboy would even know about Superman.

Even if he did, he wouldn’t get the Kansas joke.

But why should Jason care if a country boy thought he had some screws loose? He had a damn cowboy hat on.

“No ‘friendly greetin’s in Gotham.”

Jason let the light mock slip past his lips, the accent more dipping into that Crime Alley drawl than proper country.

A smile like that would get most guys punched. Jason was playing nice, really.

“Oh, 𝘖𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢? I won’t be worried ‘bout you shooting lasers out—

—alone 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 we know that.

How the hell d’you think he’s gonna react knowing you’re out there? In danger 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮?

Even if I don’t tell him.. you know he’s going to find out about this shit, don’t you?

Alright— ignoring the whole 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, not being a ‘damsel needing saved’ and being a vigilante fighting crime are two 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

Tim does need to stay benched, and I know it’s been driving him crazy being stuck safe indoors and monitored, but everyone knows that— no one’s leavin’ him—

— how’d you think you were going to keep that from him? He’s benched, not damn retired.

[ Okay. Yeah. Jason’s running a hand down his face.

What the fuck. ]

You know how pissed he would be if you got hurt from this? Killed—? You didn’t tell 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦.

[ Jason just raised his eyebrows, letting ‘im throw a fit about it. Not even teasing for the diary.

Then teal eyes looked down to what Bernard was pulling out of the bag—

A domino. ]

Shit. Kid, you’re kidding? You went and started doing vigilante shit behind Tim’s back—

You even trained? Fuck—