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Wonder Woman: -oh, and thank you to Red Robin for that piece of insight you gave us last week, it was very helpful.

Damian dressed up as Tim, has no idea what she's talking about: ....no worries.

Aquaman: oh i wasn't here last week, what did you say?

Red Robin:

Red Robin: ....if you... sprinkle cinnamon on your window-ledges, then spiders aren't as likely to come into your house...?

Aquaman:

Wonder Woman:

Woman Woman: i was referring to the fact that you checked our suspect list and absolved Leonard Woodgate from suspicion due to his documented presence in Gotham during the incident.

Red Robin:

Red Robin: ah.

Wonder Woman, glaring at him: Damian.

Red Robin: fuck.

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*Nightwing, on his phone at the meeting table*

Green Lantern: hey, Dick, can you pass me my coffee?

Nightwing: *doesn't glance over*

Green Lantern: Dick.

Green Lantern: Diiiick?

Green Lantern: RICHARD? DICK???

Batman walking in: you called me?

Green Lantern, looking between them: w- oh for fucks sake- WHERE'S BRUCE?

Dick as Batman, shrugging: honestly i didn't even ask- hey, Tim, where's B?

Nightwing: *still doesn't look up*

Red Hood, showing up in the doorway: did you say my name?

Dick as Batman, now also slightly confused: ...oh is Jason me today?

Jason as Nightwing, finally looking up: oh- sorry, what? completely zoned out there.

Tim as Red Hood: yeah man, i'm Jason, Jason's you, and you're B while he's at the dentist.

Dick: ...huh.

Green Lantern: IF YOU CAN'T TELL HOW THE FUCK ARE WE SUPPOSED TO?!

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Robin, walking into the room: i'm here, are we starting the meeting soon?

*The rest of the league not giving him a second look*

Superman: ah, hello Damian. yes, sit down, we're starting soon.

Robin:

Robin:

Tim as Robin, angrily: oh fuck off- I AM NOT SHORT ENOUGH TO PASS AS DAMIAN.

The JL:

Damian as Red Robin, walking into the room and muttering under his breath: told you, you loser.

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bonus:

*Red Hood, pouring himself a coffee in the Watchtower kitchen*

Arsenal, coming up behind him and pinching Hood's ass: hey sexy, you coming to mine after this thing or am i coming to yours? we went to mine last time, but i dunno the weather in Gotham this week, so your choice.

Red Hood:

Red Hood:

Arsenal: what?

Dick as Red Hood: this cannot fucking be how i find out you're fucking my little brother, Roy.

Arsenal:

Arsenal: are you fucking- STOP DOING THIS.

Jason as Batman, walking into the room and looking at them for a second:

Jason as Batman: please tell me-

Dick: you treat my fucking brother with respect, Harper.

Jason as Batman: *loses his shit*

Dick, who's filling in for Bruce as Batman: I'll call him

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Hal: you've gained some muscles

Jason, dressed as Nightwing: I started working out

Hal: Damn. What's the routine cause I just saw you last week and you look completely different.

Jason: steroids

Dick, as batman: *chokes on coffee*

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Superman: We might need someone who's good with guns, hm... Hey Nightwing you're in contact with redhood, right? Could you have him come?

Jason, as Nightwing: ... I don't see why not

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Wonder woman: this security is an issue we need someone who can hack this system long enough for us to get pass

Superman: hey hood, any chance you can give red robin a call?

Tim, with 5 inches of padding, as redhood: on it

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Hal: isn't robin usually with you all?

Flash: yeah we could use him with this one

Superman: Red Robin, would you call in Robin for us?

For the full experience play all of me wants all of you by Sufjan Stevens.

Well I defrost like a flower in spring to bring you my second art of hannigram, thoughts ?

Argent: Stiles? What... how... why...?

Stiles: Oh, hi Mr Argent! i was just here to do a spot check and make sure that there were no wolves in your basement.

Argent: So you broke in?

Stiles: No, I used a key. Anyway, I've got to run. See you next time!

**Next time**

Argent: Stiles... why are you in my house again?

Stiles: Was looking for something.

Argent: What?

Stiles: Doesn't matter. Bye now!

**A few weeks later**

Argent: *sighs* I changed the locks. How do you keep getting in here?

Stiles: I updated my key.

Argent: Of course you did... And why are you here this time?

Stiles: Oh Peter asked me to come over and pick up something for him.

Argent: *blinks*

Stiles: Why was his favourite v-neck in your bathroom?

Argent: Out. Now!

Stiles: Okay! See you next time!

**The Next time**

*Chris calls the Sheriff*

Argent: Your son keeps breaking into my house.

Sheriff: *sighs* Did he take or break anything?

Argent: No... *enters the kitchen* actually, he made me cookies.

Sheriff: ....

Argent: This is never going to end, is it?

Sheriff: Sorry.

**After the Nogitsune**

To: C. Argent From: P. Hale Are there any hunters in the area? Stiles has vanished.

To: P. Hale From: C. Argent Not that I know of, but I have an idea of where he might be.

*Argent arrives home and sees Stiles' shoes and jacket. He moves quietly and eventually finds Stiles upstairs, asleep on the bed. It looks like it is the first sleep he's gotten in weeks*

To: P. Hale From: C. Argent Found him. He's asleep.

To: C. Argent From: P. Hale Don't wake him. I'll come pick him up. He's not been sleeping... He won't admit it to the pack but he's afraid if he goes to sleep, it'll come back.

To: P. Hale From: C. Argent But why here?

To: C. Argent From: P. Hale Because if it does, he knows you'll be able to put him down.

*Chris watches Stiles sadly, tucks him in and leaves the room*

Dick, walking into the kitchen to get a glass of water: Jason, at the table with Damian: -eight of them, which was the best heist i ever pulled off. Damian: i still don't understand how grandfather didn't realise it was you. like, who else in the league was going to be brave enough to sneak eight dildos into his private chambers? Dick: *chokes on his water* ~ Tim: *swinging past Red Hood and Robin on patrol* Jason: the guy in that poster looks exactly like my poison tutor. Damian: oh yeah; hey did you know that guy had a massive crush on you? he admitted it to mother after you left. Jason: Jason: but he was massively homophobic??? Damian: yeah and in denial about it all too, apparently. Jason: ...huh. Jason: you know he tried to fuck a donkey and got kicked into a tree once, right? Tim: *almost swings into a billboard* ~ Bruce: -and Nightwing i want you down by the docks. everybody understand? Everyone else: *murmurs of agreement* Jason and Damian: *furiously whispering in the corner* Bruce: ...Red Hood. Robin. Jason and Damian: *not noticing him, getting louder* Damian: no, no that's BULLSHIT. it was purple. Jason: it was fucking green, Damian. you're colourblind. Damian: I'M NOT COLOURBLIND, YOU'RE JUST AN IDIOT. YOU WERE STRAIGHT OUT OF THE LAZARUS PIT, EVERYTHING WAS GREEN TO YOU. Jason: Damian, you were a ten year old on psychedelic mushrooms. it was GRASS and it was GREEN. Everyone else: Bruce: Bruce: sorry he was a ten year old on what now?

But when he steps into the parking lot he sees Whitaker just standing there, with this glassy sort of look in his eyes, and he can't ignore that, right? So he goes up to him, asks him if he's okay, if he needs anything.

And Dennis is so done, this day has been so fucking crazy in the worst way, he feels like he is floating away, and he just wants a hug. Yeah, a hug would do, especially from Dr. Robby.

That's how Robby ends up hugging Whitaker in the middle of the parking lot, and it should be awkward, at least more awkward than this, but it isn't. It's... nice. Warm. Safe in a way that feels dangerous. And—

And Whitaker is... crying? It's quiet, pained, and tired. And Robby gets it, because he's tired, too, so so tired and— and he's crying too. God, when did that happen? How?

They keep holding each other until the tears stop, and they don't talk about it. Whitaker quickly thanks him, a bit embarrassed with it, and leaves. Robby ignores the way his heart feels both lighter and heavier.

Then, some weeks later, it's Dennis that finds Dr. Robby. Up on the roof, though he hasn't stepped over the railing. He looks exhausted, and Dennis gets it, because it's been a challenging day for everybody. And he knows Dr. Robby is never exactly in a great place, mentally.

So he doesn't push, but he does ask, hesitant with fear of overstepping, if he needs a hug. Dr. Robby doesn't reply for a moment, looking almost startled: then, wordlessly, he wraps his arms around Dennis, and Dennis hugs him back.

And it continues, whatever this thing is. They don't address it directly: but they both know when the day hits harder than usual, after everybody has left, that they'll end up either in the parking lot or up on the roof together, hidden in each other's arms, silently letting the tears fall.

Nothing changes at work, not really, but they get... softer, with each other. Robby, in the way his hands rest on Whitaker's shoulders, in the way he praises him after a smart diagnosis; Dennis, in the way he makes sure Dr. Robby actually eats lunch, in the way he notices when the lines carved under his eyes are getting deeper.

And Dennis isn't lying when he assures Trinity there's nothing between them, the same way Robby is truthful when he tells Dana that nothing happened with Whitaker.

But then Dennis loses a patient, a new mom with postpartum preeclampsia, and he feels like he's falling apart and it's the middle of the shift and he knows he can't bother Dr. Robby, that he shouldn't, that there's no time.

But Robby meets Whitaker's eyes, and he already knows.

The staff lounge is empty.

Robby gently places his hand on Dennis' shoulder, says, Whitaker, with me.

Just a minute. Just a minute.