“Coincidence, yep that’s it. Nothing to do with the precious gem you’ve stolen. Speaking of, hand it over."
She kept a stern tone and a neutral look on her face as she regarded him. The thief was handsome, and looked unfairly good in a catsuit but Stephanie wasn’t going to let that get to her. He was still a thief, and that jewel needed to be returned
"Hm, a precious gem? I’ve come across a lot of those in my time, so you’ll have to be a little more specific,” he mused, blinking innocently. “It sounds like something you’d want to keep under high security, though.”
As he spoke, the thief raised his arms in a careless shrug, before they lowered to rest on his hips. Stray’s amusement was only fueled at the revelation of the situation: the fact that his life had come to him in a skin-tight leather suit, flirting with his ex-girlfriend. Ah, life’s sense of humor was astounding.
“Excuse me? There is no other ‘birdy’,
so I have no idea what you’re talking
about.”As far as he knew, Catwoman did even have a sidekick,
but that was the thought that his mind immediately
jumped to. How could it not? The guy was… practically
Selena. Practically. (Obviously there were some slight
differences, but otherwise—)“I’m Robin. Who are you?”
❛ You don’t know Robin? Mean and green?
With some red and yellow thrown in? ❜
Woah, alright. Tim isn’t sure if the guy in front of him was just
playing around (in which case, he was a damned good actor
to have fooled Stray) or if he was serious. He subconsciously
thought of how the teen was fortunate to not have had a run-in
with Damian. But–there was something alarmingly familiar about
this “Robin’s” voice and mannerisms.
❛ Me? ❜ he then allowed the smallest of smirks to
appear on his features, ❛ I’m Stray. ❜
did it ever occur to you
i might like [ keeping ] what happened to me
buried down d e e p ?
Damian scowled, already bristling from the jest. He remained on his perch, fingers gripping the metal railing he was crouched on. “We both know that’s a lie.” Perhaps Tim hadn’t stole anything that night, but the nights before up to his last capture could be questioned. “I’m not here for that. Father sent me for information. He would have asked Catwoman, but-” His nose wrinkled, a look of disgust taking over. ”Those meetings do not end well.”
Stray cocked a hip, arms folding over his chest as he looked up at the perched boy .One eyebrow raised in silent question, his expression looking bored and unimpressed. “Do we?” he drawled, emitting a soft snort. But Robin’s explanation gave him pause. The thief’s lips pulled upwards, baring a grin. “Hm? Catwoman tells me they go very pleasantly, actually. Care to enlighten me, kid?”
