Red Hood continuing to be a crime lord and borderline villain even after making up with the bats specifically to keep his ties with the Gotham rogues so that he can freeze out Tim from joining the criminal underworld every time he crashes out and decides to cause shit.
Tim, storming into Two-Face’s secret base after not sleeping for three days and being pissed off by Bruce one too many times: look alive Dent, i need to punish people and i’ve decided we should work together-
Harvey: no can do, Red. sorry.
Harvey, shrugging: i’m an ally of the Red Hood. one of his rules is specifically ‘don’t give Red Robin the time of day’
Tim: are you fucking serious right now?
Harvey, returning to his newspaper: dunno what to tell you kiddo, we’ve all been warned under penalty of beheading not to work with you.
Jason, supervising a weapon shipment: and put those crates in that truck over there, yeah-
Tim, breaking in through the ceiling: HOOD. STOP TELLING VILLAINS NOT TO FUCKING WORK WITH ME, I’LL KILL YOU-
Jason, not looking away from his spreadsheet: and those ones in that locker, thanks- Red shut the fuck up im working here- that truck leaves in like ten minutes so we gotta be quick,
Tim: I HAVE A CROWBAR HOOD-
Jason, waving off his goons concern: it’s fine he just needs some valium-
Jason, reaching an arm out to catch the crowbar being swung at his head: -can you fucking chill? this is why i had to blacklist you from the criminal peanut gallery.
Tim: *incomprehensible screeches of rage*
Jason, pulling the crowbar out of his hands and tugging him against his chest: shhhh, shh baby bird, we’ll get you in a rage room for an hour or two and you’ll be back to normal by the morning- oh and those guns are to be sent off tomorrow not next week, we got moved up-
Goon: …are we supposed to ignore him?
Tim, limp in Jason’s arms: *muffled by his chest* B ate the fucking cinnamon roll i was saving.
Jason, humming: i know kiddo, i know.
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