10 year old Tim Drake: so anyway I was reading on the bench and Mark— Jason Todd, Robin: *leaning on gargoyle to listen to Stalker Kid* who’s mark again? Tim: the school bully. Remember? Anyway—Mark was like, “that’s a book for girls”. Jason: *doing mental math* wasn’t the book your English assignment? Tim: YEAH! so he’s like “are you a girl?” And I’m like “If you’re the paragon of masculinity as you suggest, then a girl seems the better alternative—“ Jason: *chokes* Tim: and he shoves his middle finger in my face, calls me a bitch, and walks away like a coward Jason: wait, hold up. Aren’t you like . . . Five years old Tim: nine. And a half Jason: you—he called a BABY a BAD WORD what the FUCK Tim: Jason: that’s it. I’m coming to school with you tomorrow. And I’m gonna bring my Batphone. It’s like a megaphone but it’s black—don’t ask. Anyway, if the little fucker does it again I’m gonna blow his ears off with so much abuse he hears my voice in his nightmares for decades Tim: Tim: you do know he’s my age, right? Jason: do I look like I care? Tim: Tim: you know, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wanna see that. Bruce, who has heard this entire conversation over the comms: Alfred: *mildly* you know, I’ve not heard Master Jason curse once within the manor. That was certainly an interesting conversation.
