arobinwithoutbatman
What am I supposed to do?
Independent rp sideblog for Tim Drake AKA Robin from the Gotham Knights game. Written by Wic. Follows from some-random-fandom-chick
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"Hello Jay, it's nice to meet you." The response was so immediate, almost rehearsed, but he still looked incredibly nervous, eyes flickering around the room. "My name is Timothy Drake."
He was sitting up now, back straight and hands neatly folded in his lap though he was playing with his fingers. Little feet, still in socks, swung lightly off the edge of the seat. "I-I like to be called Tim though." More looking around, rapid and not all that coordinated, like his movement could no longer be contained despite his best efforts. "I dunno-" He cut himself of, scowling to himself before trying again. "-I don't know how I got here, Mister Jay. I fell asleep at home."
On the bright side, Mister Jay seemed to be nice. He was quiet and kind and being careful and staying away but that was fine. He was used to that. "I'm very sorry for breaking into your home. Are we still in Gotham?"
He needed to at least know that. If he was still in the city, then he could just ask this kind man for a phone and call home and then Mrs Mac would be right over in a cab. No harm done. She's probably scared right now. She's a nice lady, he really hoped he hadn't scared her.
There's... a child curled up on Jason's sofa. There was not a child there about five minutes ago. There wasn't anyone there recently other than Jason himself. Said child soon say up, yawned and promptly squeaked in... surprise? Fear? Oddly familiar pale icy eyes looked around before settling on Jason. "E-Excuse me, Mister. Where am I?"
What.
Jason wasn’t sure who the hell this kid was—his eyes were strangely familiar, but Jason couldn’t place them—or how the fuck he’d gotten into one of the Red Hood’s safehouses unscathed. What he did know was that the kid looked totally freaked out. Which, understandable, considering he’d just woken up in a (probably) strange place with a (definitely) strange man staring curiously at him.
Raising his hands to show he meant no harm, Jason sat himself down in a chair on the opposite side of the room, both making himself smaller and giving the kid some space. His Red Hood gear was thankfully stashed away, so he didn’t think he necessarily needed to worry about his identity remaining a secret, here. Most likely, the kid had just been looking for a warm place to crash. (Though, why he’d go through all the trouble of getting through Jason’s traps was a mystery. One he intended to get to the bottom of.)
“You’re alright, kid.” He kept his voice soft, gentle. Reassuring. “My name’s Jay. What’s yours?” The more he could find out about the kid, the better. He needed to figure out where he belonged. Whether or not he was one of the street kids, though he certainly didn’t look like one. He was too clean, his clothes were too nice. The kid probably had a home, and if he was some sort of runaway, Jason needed to find out why. (He needed to know if he had to smash some heads in.) “You’re, uh, in my apartment, actually.” Yeah, he wasn’t calling this a safehouse to the kid. Not a fucking chance. “How’d you get in here, buddy? You’re not in trouble or anything, I’m just a little confused.”
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#normaltothemax#ic#v: ...fuck if i know#thread: itty bitty timmy adventures#f: zombie#((he smol and trying to be polite))
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"Ask the others, I didn't design my outfit." He grinned back. "It's fun though. I kinda like the dramatic swooping but not all the time. I've got a couple other suits that don't have a cape cause sometimes I just don't wanna deal with the sound of extra flapping material in my ears." He refrained from mentioning Batman for now; no need to bring the mood down. "And as for not getting it caught, practice." And the specific material it was made from but he wasn't about to spill every secret to Harley even if she was currently behaving.
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“Okay bird, here’s a question.” Harley tipped back her soda can, drinking the last few sips with a satisfied ‘ahh’. “Did ya get to pick out your weapon? Or did Bruce just hand ya whatever what was closest and be like ‘try this’? ‘Cause that woulda been hilarious.”
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Tim snorted as he finished off his water bottle. "Technically I'm supposed to be kinda good at most weapons so I can be as versatile as possible. But I settled on the the bo staff when I went away for training. I wanted to be more of a defensive fighter cause that's where my strengths were."
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“Okay bird, here’s a question.” Harley tipped back her soda can, drinking the last few sips with a satisfied ‘ahh’. “Did ya get to pick out your weapon? Or did Bruce just hand ya whatever what was closest and be like ‘try this’? ‘Cause that woulda been hilarious.”
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CHARACTER ASK GAME!!! 💫
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26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!
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Uh oh. He left the house without a grown up. Everyone knows that little kids get snatched up by the bad people in Gotham and at the ripe old age of six, Tim doesn't go out much. He's... not sure where exactly he is or how to get home from here.
But he mustn't cry. Even if his eyes are getting all blurry and his chest feels funny and all he wants to do is run and hide. He can't fix it by crying. He has to... he has to talk to someone. Find someone safe, ask where he is, ask for a phone and then call the police so he can be taken home. Uhhhhh that person there should do.
"Excuse me." He says, tapping the stranger on the arm. "Do you have a phone I can use?"
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((Alrighty! I'm showered and clean and teaching my hair to do it's wavy thing! Time to read through more of Knightfall! Volume 2 I believe I'm up to
OH. OKAY. JUST THROW BATMAN'S BROKEN BODY INTO THE STREETS!
Cool, Scarecrow adn Joker aren't seeing eye to eye, hate that. That's going to end in disaster when Bane has already fucked up the city by showing them Batman's broken body
...I'm sorry. Is Joker fucking IMMUNE TO FEAR GAS?!
Oof poor Tim. Boy is understandably worried about losing Bruce and Batman
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...sudden art style change? Like. Very scratchy and scribbly. Incomplete almost... either this is supposed to represent what is coming through to a comatose Bruce or this issue was rushed
Okay going back in time a little. 3 weeks previous
And Two Face is having an episode
And of course Bruce was all "Nope, you're not coming Tim, it's not safe"
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Yeha you really should have let Tim come along, you probably would've had some help in that water fight
Ah. Still mad about Batman changing the terms of their alliance whihc... entirely fair honestly
Bruce. Tim just saved your life. There were very few options to save you and keep Harvey alive and he had to make a split second call where there were no good choices
Oh thank fuck, Bruce woke up and even corrected himself and look at Tim sob! My baby!
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Oof, Bruce is understandably taking this so hard
Oh heeeyyyy Selina. Don't work for Bane. I love you, don't do it
Also, Shondra? Maybe you shouldn't kiss your patient? That's a lil weird
Time for Jean-Paul to step into the role of Batman for a bit though I do love that Tim's first thought was to ask Dick and Bruce immediately said "no he's his own person and has his own responsibilities"
Hm... little early to be thinking that you should spill everything to Shondra. Think on it some more first, Bruce
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Really? You're gonna trust that flyer? There's so many red flags here
Oh! And we're looking at virtual reality. Cool! This is not going to end well and given the cover art, Scarecrow is gonna pop up any second!
Hey Jean? Maybe don't immediately break all of those rules? Some of those are for your safety
Oh hey Lonnie
Okay cool, Scarecrow's doing some casual brainwashing with fear! That... typically doesn't work very well and has some awful side effects!
I mean... you're not entirely wrong, Lonnie. But also, you don't know that there's someone else under the cowl at the moment
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Hoo boy, the fear conditioning is... definitely something. It's holding for now and will continue to hold cause comic book logic
And Jean Paul, you're hitting too hard and this mantle is already getting to your head. You're desperately needed but you're 100% gonna flip shit at some point
So they're painting Scarecrow as a weird guy who was ultimately very poor and also kind of generally awful? And he believes people would've listened to him if he could hoard more books and he had money? Buddy... you literally randomly chase birds and shot flowers as part of a discussion about the psychology of guns. You had some other stuff going on
Ooohhh boy. Total chaos. And someone's lil gas container fell into the sewers. That's... ooohhhh that's a poisoned water supply and sewage line
Not surprised Lonnie knows how hypnosis and conditioning work and even uses those tactics themselves
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At least Jean Paul knows to keep himself in check. He can't kill whilst wearing the cowl and shouldn't kill at all
Oooohhhh shit, Anarky's gonna set off Azrael
Okay not entirely. He's off kilter but he... can't feel the fear fully? Oof
But he's definitely off kilter and he'd better take Tim out with him next time. He was willing to let a boy die to take out Scarecrow
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Scary in all the wrong ways isn't a bad description, Tim
Hoo boy, Jean Paul is gonna get into trouble
And all while Jack and Shondra are about to be held up in the Drake house with Tim out on patrol
You tried, Bruce, you really tried
And Tim you really need to tell Bruce about Jean Paul going off the rails because he's a danger to everyone including himself rn
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Tim's so tired, he hasn't even noticed his dad is missing
Eeeyyyy Oracle! Barbara my Queen!
Yeah Jean Paul is definitely losing control
Cool Bruce, Alfred and Selina on their way to Bane's home. Tim's just found out his dad is missing and Jean Paul is absolutely slipping back into his old programming
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Snrrrk Gordon not expecting Jean Paul to still be there before he's done talking
Tim's so alone rn poor boy
...Jean Paul released them?! To follow them back to Bane?! Clever but wtf?!?!
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Hoo boy. You lived this time JP by pure luck but you're terrifying Gotham and wrecking the reputation
Jean Paul is definitely falling back into whatever his old programming was and he's just out for blood. For a crusade
Eeeeyyy Nightwing! Big brother to the rescue!
-.- You look like you stepped out of a mecha anime, my guy
Welp. Bruce is gonna have a hell of a time getting the city to trust him again when he's able to take the cowl back
He might have resisted the impulse to kill but I certainly wouldn't continue to trust him, Tim
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....I'm taking a test at the library tomorrow and then i might linger long enough to read the next volume if I'm not totally exhausted mentally
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Welcome to Gotham, the greatest city in the world, where we have smells like:
• Exhaust fumes
• Chemical waste
• Eggs
• Weed
• A porta potty at Lollapalooza
• Batburger fryer grease
• Day-old opened beer
• Anime convention BO
• Strangely alluring flowers
• Something burning
• Microwaved fish
• Corpses
• Sewage
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* hug prompts
send a number for a hug! feel free to combine prompts.
a hug with a forehead kiss
a relieved hug
a hug to say sorry
a hug from behind
a good morning hug
a goodnight hug
a hug where one muse picks the other up
the hug that comes after a bad dream
a hug that isn’t returned
a ‘ please don’t go ’ hug
a hug for good luck
the hug that comes after a rough day
an angry hug
a hug where one muse uses the other as a pillow
a ‘ just to say i love you ’ hug
a goodbye hug
a hug where one muse stops the other from collapsing
the hug that lasts longer than the rest
the hug that ends too soon
an overjoyed hug
a tearful hug
a protective hug
the final hug
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"Maybe not intentionally." He replied, rather earnestly, apparently not having caught the teasing. "But anything can happen when you're dealing with ghosts and spirits and stuff, right?"
At least, according to watching a friend of his and also according to some of Dick's experiences and Batman's little black book of things he simply could not explain. Magic was something the bats and birds couldn't quite get their heads around though Dick had the easiest time rolling with it. Tim unfortunately fell into the same trap as Batman; he had to make logical sense of it and unfortunately, magic typically didn't follow logic. So the hunter had a point; Robin wouldn't know what to look for.
"Well how about giving me a crash course? That way I can at least help contain a situation and get innocents out of the way whilst waiting ofr more qualified help to arrive." Anything to help his city.
Besides, the guy seemed nice enough. Kind of grizzled, sort of like Constantine but so far seemed to be considerably less jerkish. Given how weird and dangerous any kind of vigilantism and heroism could get, he'd probably been through some stuff. The kind of stuff that left its mark mentally. Okay so the guy kind of radiated the same pain as Batman just... differently because Tim didn't know his deal while Batman's had been in plain sight for all to see. The boy was helpful to a fault and often to his detriment.
Annoyingly, he is in fact caught. The guy made it pretty clear what with looking right at him, undeniably so and sounding so sure. It could be a bluff. But no, he's caught. Robin hopped down, all lithe muscle and compacted power as he perched on some loose scaffolding across the alley from the guy. He tilted his head, so bird like, as he assessed the guy.
"What can I say, I'm curious." He replied with a shrug, curiosity indeed radiating from him.
"You've been in Gotham longer than most supernatural and magic types linger." Neither Constantine nor Zatanna particularly enjoyed stopping by, then again Constantine gave Robin the impression that unless it was a bar, he didn't want to be there. "Pretty sure there's not that much magic here. Most of our issues are standard city crime stuff that happens to be turned up to eleven." Or further. "Looking for something in particular? I might be able to point you in the right direction."
#therebetterbepie#ic#Robin The Wonder#v: Pre Game#thread: robin meets a hunter#((tim took one look at yet another adult and went 'i can help fix him'))#((but also genuine curiosity for how the hunting thing works))
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Tim blinked, taking a second to process all of that because wow he hadn't actually noticed that Peter was barefoot. Interesting. Immediately questions were buzzing away in his brain but Tim took a second to dig his short nails into his palms and let out a deep calming breath.
"Cool." He replied, smiling politely. "I'm Tim and my lips are sealed. Whatever reason you have for keeping your abilities quiet are none of my business." Because it was certainly interesting! But not his concern.
Peter didn't owe him answers and didn't need to have someone pestering him about things he might not fully understand or that might be a source of pain. Peter didn't even need a reason to not want to talk about it. So Tim wasn't going to ask.
"Do you need a spotter or are you safe up there? I've got some free time and I was just about to get something to eat so I can play spotter if you want or I can hang out or I can just leave you in peace to finish."
Tim had remained behind, emergency with his dad totally last minute and completely unavoidable unfortunately. Plus, someone had to watch over Gotham while several others were away and since his dad was currently asleep, Tim decided to sneak over to the Manor to get a quick workout in. Today's route took him by the ballroom. Wasn't Alfred's new apprentice helping alone for the first time today? He looked around, unable to see him.
"Huh... guess he's on break." Because he was pretty sure today was chandelier day. Maybe he was fetching the ladder to get up there?
...or he could be on the ceiling apparently! Tim had only looked up out of pure curiosity, they've all hidden up on the chandeliers before so there's probably old food wrappers and other random stuff stashed up there. But no. There's Alfred's apprentice ~~what was his name again? Tim hadn't had a chance to say hello yet~~ just... hanging off the ceiling. Actually. Not hanging. *Standing.* How in the hell-
Okay. Okay so Alfred's new apprentice was some kind of meta. Not a big deal, metas had legal protection and also every reason to keep that fact hidden about themselves. Tim, however, was incredibly awkward by nature and, rather foolishly, cleared his throat mostly out of nerves.
"You uhhhh want a snack?" He called up.
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That thank you haunted him for a couple of weeks until he ran into Bruce again, once again at the coffee shop. At a quieter hour this time, closer to the evening and after the post work rush so it was far quieter this time. Tim's gaze flickered around, assessing his options until he let out the tiniest sigh. He still got his order to go but paced over to Bruce's table, announcing himself with a little cough so he didn't startle the man. Bruce wasn't a hypervigilant vigilante anymore. Tim had to put effort into making his steps noisy and making people aware of his presence.
"May I join you? I... think I owe you an apology." He kept his voice down, kept the conversation private but remained on his feet.
He gave Bruce space, didn't crowd him, didn't block the way to the door. If Bruce said no or that he wasn't interested then Tim would leave him in peace and would have to deal with the fact that he made a poor choice. But he at least owed it to Bruce to give the man the option to ask him things. Maybe Bruce wanted to know why Tim had kept his distance and hadn't said anything last time they ran into each other. Or maybe he didn't. Either way, Tim felt he should at least let Bruce choose.
After all, Bruce had addressed him by name despite not giving it last time. He'd only been busted because someone at the community centre had referred to him as Mister Drake-Wayne.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck *fuck.* Why was he doing this to himself? Why did he offer? This was hard enough! But he couldn't just say no. Despite everything, despite being on the cusp of what many considered adulthood, Tim was still that lonely little boy in many ways. Still clinging to scraps of quality time with people he loved, believing it was all he would get for weeks even with the modern age of internet and connectivity. He had regular movie nights with the former Young Justice even when most of them weren't even in the same state, as long as they were somewhere on earth they could stay connected. He could still grab moments with most of his siblings. Even Damian... occasionally. Sparring was the best bet for the two of them.
Instead, he kept up the polite smile, dropped a hefty tip into the tip jar and opened the door for Bruce.
He did his best to keep up idle chit-chat. How was he settling in, did he enjoy the work he was doing at the moment, did he have any accomodations and were they being honoured. Just small talk. Checking in and hoping it wasn't too obvious.
He did at least get to have a little look at the community centre Bruce was currently working at. Nice little place, good people and good atmosphere. He stayed polite, smiled at everyone and tried not to stiffen when someone greeted him as Mr Drake-Wayne and could only hope Bruce didn't hear that. Knowing his luck, Bruce probably heard that.
"I'd better get going. I've still got a lot of work to do. I'm glad you're doing okay, Bruce." A quick polite goodbye and he was off.
Back to a day full of meetings and getting Dick's opinions on the contracts he was drawing up to inherit what remained of Drake Industries. Home stretch now. Just got to make sure all his ducks were in a row before he presented things to Jack to demand that inheritance and finally do something useful to Gotham during the day.
#cxpedcrusxder#ic#Tim Drake The Boy#v: nebulous future#thread: amnesiac bruce#f: bat#((he is... so sad and wants to do what he thinks is right))
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okay lets play a game: instead of y’all asking me headcanon questions, send me your headcanons for my muse. ( bonus: if i really like it i may make it an official headcanon )
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❝ you don’t have to do this for me. ❞ @twcfaces
"You're right, I don't." Robin replied as he helped Harvey to his feet. "I want to. Come on, onto this low wall, lets give you a quick checkover before we get you back."
Give the untrustworthy staff at Arkham less ammunition. They'll take any excuse to not do their jobs properly. So yes, Robin is going to check for a concussion and any immediate emergencies that might require first aid.
@twcfaces
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🛏 @question-marked (Detective AU)
Detective Eddie at Tim's bedside
Ah, Detective Nygma. Understandable given Tim had had a bit of a close call in a hostage situation. In his civvies. So he couldn't even be Robin right now, he had to pretend to be scared and helpless which to be fair, he was a little spooked. Because it hadn't just been him, it had been his father too and Jack was having a flare up so was in his chair today. And Jack still didn't know about the Robin thing so Tim had had to play dumb, hit his panic button and hope one of his siblings turned up relatively promptly. Which they did of course though not before Tim took several hits for his father. Tim was really only in the hospital to get a concussion check.
"Anything else you needed to know, Detective?" Gotta be polite. At least he didn't have to fake how tired he was.
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Harley at Robin's bedside
Tim didn't open his eyes right away. He scrunched his face and could still feel the domino so that was good to know. He grumbled, pain hitting him everywhere all at once and deciding to just use his eyes and AR to look around.
"...you're the last person I expected to see here, Harley." He grumbled as he spotted her out of the corner of his eye. "Thanks for not unmasking me though. Where are we?"
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My muse is in the hospital. Send 🛏 to be at their bedside when they wake up.
Tim slowly stirred feeling very... floaty. Yeah. Floaty was the best word. All light and not entirely here and the glowing above him wasn't helping with that impression. Kind of bright actually. That should... shouldn't it be hurting? It should. The light should be too bright. He hates too bright. Too bright hurts and too bright for him is very different from too bright for the average person.
Maybe the floaty feeling was the reason for that.
There was a face next to him. Not directly. Just sort of off to the side. Maybe he'd turned his head to look away from the light? Good decision because that was quite possibly the most beautiful face he had ever seen.
"An angel?" No, he hadn't noticed that he'd asked that out loud. But could he really be blamed for assuming that?
A smooth face, beautiful golden hair, enchanting blue eyes and looking at him with... worry? Tim's pretty sure that's worry but it could be anything.
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Well it worked, the pacing stopped as he registered that there was a blanket over his head. Not a weighted one just a regular winter blanket. But the sudden unexpected weight and his vision suddenly being cut off was enough to stop the pacing as a gloved hand moved some of the material from his face.
"Did you just throw a blanket at me?" He asked, looking every bit the stunned bird. It worked though, Tim slowly moved to the couch and sat down, somewhat stiffly. "Thanks. I think I already ate through my patrol snacks."
One glove came off and was immediately shoved into a pocket. He didn't want to know what happened if he left pieces of his costume behind in a different universe. His now free hand wandered over the stitching and the material. So. In another Gotham. Again. When he was purposefully trying to ensure that wouldn't happen anymore and he'd been taking steps to remove that temptation. On the bright side, this Jason didn't seem to want to fight him which was nice.
"...so... you still doing the crimelord thing here?" Yes he did cringe. What in the heck was he thinking asking that?
"From what I've found so far, yeah. Some versions of Gotham fare better than others. A lot are actually really similar. And yeah, I always get yanked back home before I hit the twenty-four hour mark." He replied, the fidgeting now changing from rocking on his feet to wringing gloved hands.
"The thing that lets me do this was mixed up in something that Bruce gave me, I don't think he knew it would happen cause I didn't know about the multiverse thing and it definitely wasn't in any of his files." Oh. Jason's cleaning. Stress cleaning or standard 'people are over' cleaning? "I uh... actually kept it a secret for a while... until Dick caught me. Grounded and benched me. And forbid me from solo patrols for the forseeable future..." He trailed off there.
His mask lenses were up so pale blue eyes that had been wandering the apartment were now aimed directly at the floor. His hood had also fallen at some point, revealing his short hair and a somewhat rounded face. Still a little puppy fat clinging to his jawline. This Tim was very much a teenager, still very much in the throes of puberty and a far cry from the hardened vigilante that apparently existed in most versions of Gotham.
"I thought I'd taken all the code out but I guess not and now Dick's gonna think I'm sneaking off again which is gonna get me into even more trouble when he's already dealing with everything Bruce left behind and my Jason's gonna be even more upset at me and I'm pretty sure Babs is still mad about it too and-" He was pacing now. When had he started pacing?
Up and down, up and down across the tiles.
#the mocking robin#ic#Robin The Wonder#v: Multiverse Shenanigans#thread: multiverse jason... again#((boy is out here doing his best))
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