Selina smirked and pet at one of her many kittens as they passed her by, “that’s because my new coat is worth over two grand and your sweater looks like you picked it up from Kmart, so it’s hardly a loss, dear.”
“What? That sweater was brand new, I’ll have you know,” Tim replied with only a small amount of petulance in his tone. Though he then shook his head in amusement, and went over and sat down next to one of their feline family members. He started to pet her, a smile lingering on his features.
“And,” he suddenly continued, “I even got a compliment on it at G.U.”
“Shut up, Catlad.” Robin hissed in response, the aforementioned scowl only deepening.
“Why the hell do you have to choose my sector in which to indulge your predilection for petty thievery? Why can’t you bother one of the others, who might be more inclined to indulge your nonsense?”
"Hmm, perhaps not that much has changed after all,” Stray mused, lips curving into an amused smile.
“I choose the sector that best benefits my needs,” the thief said simply. Believe him, he wouldn’t have voluntarily chosen an encounter with Damian. But a sudden look of thoughtfulness crossed Stray’s features, and he added with feigned sheepishness, “well, alright. The amount of fun I think I’ll have may also have something to do with it. And you’re always entertaining.”
Stray had just dropped down from the upper balcony, and had landed very near the other male. His lips quirked into an apologetic smile, and he raised his hands in a small shrug that asked “what can you do?” as if the guy would understand the unavoidable outcomes of thieving.
❝ Hey, let’s keep this our secret, alright? ❞
He said with a wink, twirling around the strand of pearls before tucking them into his belt.
This week I was sick so I was in my bed reading different fanfictions… And you know what? For me there’s no other fandom that has that many talented writers as DCU Batfamily. So I read some of your works on AO3 and you guys as awesome as I remember. No, you are better than I remember! You guys rock! And Timmy will be always my number one superhero! Though, I couldn’t read new 52… Tim was not Tim and I dropped it. Is it got better, though?
This week I was sick so I was in my bed reading different fanfictions… And you know what? For me there’s no other fandom that has that many talented writers as DCU Batfamily. So I read some of your works on AO3 and you guys as awesome as I remember. No, you are better than I remember! You guys rock! And Timmy will be always my number one superhero! Though, I couldn’t read new 52… Tim was not Tim and I dropped it. Is it got better, though?
Tim recognizes Jason immediately, but something’s off. For one thing, he isn’t in uniform (it doesn’t look like he has any armor or equipment on at all). Simply the way he's holding himself is awry, from what Tim is able to see through the dim and muggy lighting of Gotham’s rooftops.
But of course, Stray wouldn’t know the man in front of him. So with a soft hum and an almost bored tone he inquired,
❝ Wh-what? No, I uh– I just decided to come by. I hadn’t scheduled anything, so I hope it’s not a bad time? I just figured since it’s so near the holiday season—-.. ❞
Tim hadn’t been there two minutes before he’d been very, er– excitedly confronted. Though he made sure to keep his expressions schooled, a genuine display of surprise at the sudden greeting adorned his features.
It was difficult, falling back into character. But he didn’t plan to stay long.
Stray can’t help the small cringe when he hears Damian behind him. He pauses, knowing he’ll likely just get a batarang to the head if he tries to go the extra few feet to the window. Slowly, he turns to face anti-Robin, subtly slipping the strand of gems into his belt as he did so.
He flashes a too-sweet smile.
❝ Something seems different about you, Robin. It’s almost as if your “scowl” is even more charming than usual. ❞
❝ Hmm, I was even being careful not to steal anything of yours or intrude upon "your territory.“ So what have I done to attract the attention of the great Red Hood? ❞
Stray is rocked forward onto the balls of his feet, hands clasped behind his back as he stares expectantly up at the taller male. And though he puts up an indifferent front, he’s inwardly concerned (and perhaps a little worried, too) as to what Jason is doing here.
