Tim: *pokes Jason’s shoulder and breathes a sigh of relief* Whew… Okay, he’s fine. I’m fine.
Dick: Uh… Am I missing something?
Jason: *gritting his teeth* It was one time, Tim. One time. And I said I was sorry, dude! I thought you were kidding and I was playing Arkham Knight with Roy and…
Tim: *glares at him*
Jason: *muttering under his breath* … So you really don’t have to keep doing this every time you see me…
Tim: Oh, yeah? Just making sure you remember not to tell me you’re dead next time I’m corNERED BY A BUNCH OF ROGUES AND DESPERATE FOR BACK UP.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
I think Jason’s starting to rethink that strategy, @heisnear .
Me [to @thepoolofthedead]: You know, that’s a, um, really convincing outfit. You sure this is a good idea? I mean we are in Gotham and –
thepoolofthedead: *shrugs*
Me: Let’s just, er, keep a low profile, maybe?
Roller skates: *slowing down to a stop in front of us*
Harley Quinn: *squeals from behind her sparkly face mask and holds out grabby hands* If it isn’t my precious Baby J! Okay, NOT to be mistaken for Mistah J, who freakin’ dumped me again! I mean, he just beat me to it! It was my turn – myyyyy turn – to dump his pale butt! *scoffs* Well, you know what, I don’t need him no more, no sireeeee! *pouts* But it got lonely in my apartment real fast… So, what’s a gal to do, right? Figured I’d roll around the streets for a while, find a pal or two… All my buddies refuse to get outta their “lairs” or whatever. Boo hoo! And I was, like, but aren’t we all doctors or somethin’? *lights up* In summary, how great is this? Who’s ya friend? Wanna hang out?
Batmobile: *screeches to a halt in front of us*
Batman [to us]: *rolls window on driver’s side down*Get in. Now.
Nightwing: *on the passenger side* Come on, guys, we’re on a tight schedule. Hey, Harley!
Harley Quinn: *cheerfully* Hey there, handsome!
Robin: *in the backseat, opens the door* Now. We still have to pass by for Drake. It’s gonna take a while to wake him up.
Batman: *narrows his eyes and clears his throat* Harleen.
Harley Quinn: Wha– *throws her hands up in exasperation, pouts, and moves a few inches away from thepoolofthedead* Ya happy now, Bats? Or do ya need to get a measuring stick to make sure I’m six feet away from ya kid?
Batman: Hrn. I told you, until that vaccine comes out of Wayne Enterprises R&D, I don’t want you near my children. Who knows what you’ve been touching.
Harley Quinn: *grins suggestively* Well, you do.
Batman: *grunts* Go home. And stay there. *proceeds to roll window up*
Harley Quinn: In case you haven’t noticed, Bats, I’m immune to most types of – *voice gets drowned out*
Batman: *tosses a Wayne Tech-grade disinfectant at us and activates the Batmobile’s air sterilization system*
Nightwing: *dialing Tim’s number* Alfred is gonna be pissssed. I already got, like, four missed calls. We’re gonna get schooled. Over Dinner. Again.
Robin: *narrows eyes at thepoolofthedead* New perfume, Todd?
Me [to thepoolofthedead]: *whispering*So, uh, should you tell ‘em or should I?
~ ~ ~ 1 hour later ~ ~ ~
Red Hood: *revving up his motorcycle and on the Comm Link* On the way, Alf! Just had to pick up some surgical masks from this supplier I know and drop it off at the Gotham Children’s Hospi– What do you mean I just ate?
Me: Here’s the thing… We’re talking about the Batkids here… They’ve got the brains, the resources, the gall, and an adoptive father who’s basically just stopped caring after the nth successful atte–
Dick: *from one end of the hall, talking on the phone* Uh, yes, is this Wayne Airlines? Yeah, I’m calling regarding a box that’s currently on one of your flights. It should be big enough to fit a teenager. Uh, yeah, hold on *covers the mouthpiece* Jason, which flight was it?
Jason: *yelling from the other end of the hall* Over my dead-again body, Dick.
Dick: *on the phone* Yeah, um, can you give me just a second?
Dick: *heads over to Damian on the other side of the room* Little D, come on, I need to know where Tim is before Bruce gets home.
Damian: *painting a portrait of Titus* Two words, Grayson. Social. Distancing.
Jason: Timbo, you know me, I’m all for pranks, but don’t you think we’re taking this just a tad bit too –
Tim: *fetches some Wayne Tech-grade super glue and pours it on the knots* Far. Yes, exactly. As far as possible.
Jason: When Dick finds out about this –
Tim: Just DO IT, Jason.
Jason: *muttering* I’m telling Alfred this was all your idea.
Tim: *packing some power bars into a Robin-themed backpack* What was that?
Jason: No-thing.
Jason: *sighhhhhhhs*
Jason: *dials a number on his phone* Bizarro? Yeah, this is, um… This am Red Him. I not miss you, too, big buddy! But, hey, listen, I’ve got a favor to ask you…
~ ~ ~ 5 hours later ~ ~ ~
Damian: *slowly opens his eyes, yawns, and stretches his limbs*
Damian: *gets up, grabs the backpack by his feet, and realizes that he’s wearing a freakin’ space suit* -Tt-
Damian: *narrows his eyes at the huge sign about a hundred meters away from him*
Green Arrow [to Batman]: So, you know you can’t trust them, right? You know Red Hood and Arsenal are absurdly, irrationally, turbulently codependent on each other, right?
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