Hardison never expected to befriend a mysterious, elusive, hacker that went by the name Oracle. And he definitely didn't expect to meet the hoard of vigilantes that came with her. Yet, here he was, in Gotham, watching his sanity slip away with no chance of return
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"I thought you were Robin?” Hardison asked in a frenzy
He shook his head. ”I'm Red Robin."
“Why the hell are there two robins!” Hardison shouted. “You couldn’t think of a different bird to name yourself after? You had to go with a fast-food chain!”
Seriously, who named themselves after a restaurant? And of all the restaurants that someone could pick from, why Red Robins? There were so many better places to eat. Or for naming value, there were cooler sounding restaurants
“I resent that,” Red Robin mused with a smirk, not genuinely annoyed
Hardison wasn’t paying attention, his worry manifesting. “Eagle, Bluejay, Buzzer, Mockingbird,” he listed various birds dramatically on his fingers. “And I don’t even know what the hell kind of bird you are!” he exclaimed vaguely motioning to Nightwing before turning around once more. “Or Red Hood, really? You’re not even keeping with the animal theme, you’re an article of clothing!”
