“You know you guys have been here the longest, and one question always plagued my mind.” Dick commented casually at a Justice League party. Several interested pairs of eyes turned their attention on Dick. “How did you ever distinguish all the Robins apart from each other?”
Dick continued as the rest of the table listened intently. “B doesn’t necessarily seem like the type to make casual introductions, so how did you differentiate me, Jason, Tim, and Damian?”
“Well, aside from the obvious age difference.” Clark laughed before adding. “You were a ball of energy and extremely friendly. Jason was pretty similar if it weren’t for his curls and some reckless tendencies; it would’ve been difficult to tell you both apart.”
“Damian mostly kept to himself and spoke only when needed, mostly addressing Bruce rather than the rest of the league.” Barry commented with a grin.
“Exchanging pleasantries is unwarranted in vigilantism.” Damian coldly replied.
This was met with a round of amusement at the youngest Robin’s snark. “See what I mean?”
“And Timothy is obviously the one with the fuck me eyes.” Oliver added with haste, with most of the table agreeing.
The rest of the Robins were all visibly taken aback by this answer, all except Timothy, who was helping himself to the buffet table on the other side of the room.
“Excuse me?” Dick gave them an awkward and humorless chuckle. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
“He said Tim is the Robin with the fuck me eyes.” Hal Jordan repeated with a sleazy glance at Tim.
“What the fuck do you mean fuck me eyes?” Jason demanded, his own irises turning pit green, which caused Hal to flinch.
“Fuck me eyes just like how you have “I’ll rip your spine out of your chest” eyes right now.” Hal Jordan raised his hands in surrender with an uncomfortable laugh.
“He wears a fucking cowl!” Jason pressed further, ignorant to the rapidly growing tense air of the conversation. “Just like the rest of us.”
“I’m sorry if I somehow offended you with my answer, but you can ask any other Cape in here.” Hal Jordan gestured to the rest of the party. “They’ll all tell you the same thing.”
“Clark?” Dick asked of the man he had known the longest, only second to Bruce. He wholeheartedly trusted the man.
“Well, Timothy had a tendency to…” Clark awkwardly trailed off.
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this.” Dick was shocked at the implication of his hero’s words.
“Father, what do you have to say about this?” Damian finally addressed Bruce, who had been silent for all this time.
“Did I miss anything?” Suddenly, Tim appeared out of nowhere as he unceremoniously helped himself to an hors d’oeuvre on his plate, saving Bruce from answering in the process. Those tantalizing wide blue eyes stared up at them as he slowly chewed on a celery stick.
Jason stared at Timothy, before commenting. “Hm, I actually see it now.”
