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—𝐌̶𝐀̶𝐆̶𝐈̶𝐂̶ ¿
⋆˙⟡🪶─ .✦📜⊹₊ ݁.
`` ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ’ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 ’ ’
`` ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 ’ ’
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#DCRP
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[ 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 ]
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—
His hands are raised in self defense, that stupid smile still there.
"Plus I ain't from Kansas. I'm from Oklahoma."
“Must’ve. What’re you talking to me for?”
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—
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—
Tim's benched and needs to stay benched! ++
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—
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—
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—
[ A drawn out groan ]
You're not— No! Absolutely not! You're not telling Tim about this, he'll flip out! No one can know...! ++
What the hell’ve you been doing? Bullshit me and I’ll just go tip Timmy off about it. He’s been benched for ages, you know he’d have nothing better to do than figure it out
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—
What the hell’ve you been doing? Bullshit me and I’ll just go tip Timmy off about it. He’s been benched for ages, you know he’d have nothing better to do than figure it out
Anyway. Good talk, Jason! Good to see you're still hot. On that note, I have to go feed my codependent speedster.
Look, I get I’m not known as the “Smart Robin”
But I know bullshit when I hear it.
What the hell’ve you been doing? Bullshit me and I’ll just go tip Timmy off about it. He’s been benched for ages, you know he’d have nothing better to do than figure it out
Look, I get I’m not known as the “Smart Robin”
But I know bullshit when I hear it.
They don't know I fuck. It's fine. Helping them pass biology. It's rough times in classes these days.
…
What. What were you saying? That didn’t start with an L.
Look, I get I’m not known as the “Smart Robin”
But I know bullshit when I hear it.
…
What. What were you saying? That didn’t start with an L.
He's cranky because I haven't been cooking ever since I started doing v—
...
Longer study sessions for college.
Don’t you have like at least two other boys to drool over—? Ones that won’t shoot you????
…
What. What were you saying? That didn’t start with an L.
It just doubled. I need a gun—
Don’t you have like at least two other boys to drool over—? Ones that won’t shoot you????
Yeah. That was it.
Don’t you have like at least two other boys to drool over—? Ones that won’t shoot you????
Yeah. That was it.
Yeah. That was it.
It just doubled. I need a gun—
It just doubled. I need a gun—
𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞...
S̶p̶e̶c̶t̶a̶c̶u̶l̶a̶r̶ ̶
̶U̶l̶t̶i̶m̶a̶t̶e̶
̶A̶m̶a̶z̶i̶n̶g̶
𝖀𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝕾𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝕸𝐚𝐧
🕸️━━━━⊱✖️⊰━━━━🕸️
𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞...
S̶p̶e̶c̶t̶a̶c̶u̶l̶a̶r̶ ̶
̶U̶l̶t̶i̶m̶a̶t̶e̶
̶A̶m̶a̶z̶i̶n̶g̶
𝖀𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝕾𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝕸𝐚𝐧
🕸️━━━━⊱✖️⊰━━━━🕸️
Mortifying. This was mortifying.
She spoke with an air of smugness.
Mortifying. This was mortifying.
Jason didn’t believe himself either.
“How the hell do you have pages from my journal—“
Jason didn’t believe himself either.
“How the hell do you have pages from my journal—“
Jason didn’t believe himself either.
“How the hell do you have pages from my journal—“
“Yeah? Noted.”
“Yeah? Noted.”
"At least make sure Dixie never finds out. I couldn't recover from that."
It’s for calling him old. Definitely for calling him old.
“Yeah? Noted.”
It’s for calling him old. Definitely for calling him old.
Her face is in her palms. She's never recovering from this, is she?
"I swear to God if you tell anyone else about this..."
“I can’t believe you just said unc.”
It’s for calling him old. Definitely for calling him old.
“I can’t believe you just said unc.”
"..."
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I'm never, *ever* doing that again."
“I can’t believe you just said unc.”
… Shut up. Did Roy put you up to this shit—?
[ Jason’s not flustered. This isn’t flustering him. It’s just.. warm. ]
And oh, I know, pretty boy. I know. Look at you — tough guy exterior. But you take it like a good boy no doubt.
What the fuck is wrong with you?? Why does Tim LIKE you?
… and you don’t know shit— what do you mean—
… Shut up. Did Roy put you up to this shit—?
[ Jason’s not flustered. This isn’t flustering him. It’s just.. warm. ]
What the fuck is wrong with you?? Why does Tim LIKE you?
… and you don’t know shit— what do you mean—
I could treat you right. I could take you away from here, baby.
I could let you bounce on it crazy style.. Because let's be fair, we know you're not much of a giver.
What the fuck is wrong with you?? Why does Tim LIKE you?
… and you don’t know shit— what do you mean—
But he made it, and the helmet felt suffocating. Suffocating like—
His hands clawed at it, pulling on the catches, yanking it off his head and pulling a deep breath of air down his throat.
The helmet —
Didn’t even get off his bike, or look at who was all there.
He just revved it back up, once Tim got what he needed, and rode back out of the Cave.
Beelining to his apartment.
But he made it, and the helmet felt suffocating. Suffocating like—
His hands clawed at it, pulling on the catches, yanking it off his head and pulling a deep breath of air down his throat.
The helmet —