#incorrect nightwing

Dick: yeah?

Tim: Sooo... if someone were to hypothetically steal a sculpture called "The Hand". Would they call the heist, "The Hand Job"?

Reader: You? Me? Fat chance!

Jason: °O°

Jason: I have a chance! And it's fat!

Dick; so tell me what happened again?

Jason: I asked them on a date!

Dick; what did they say, details I. need. the. details.

Jason; they said ‘you. Me. fat chance.’ So I think I scored!

Dick: …oh little wing. That’s not.

Jason: gotta go! Got a date to prepare for! *runs off*

dick: what

duke: i killed somebody once...

dick: me too

duke, laughing: APRIL 1

Jason: no

Jason: I run on hatred and spite

Tim: Oh yea. Well, I only have 10$. *Takes out a 10$ bill, handin it to Jason*  So, here's 10$. I owe you 10$.

Jason: Thanks.

Dick: Hey. You owe me 20$.

Jason: Well, here's 10$ and I owe you 10$. *Hands the bill to Dick*

Tim: Ah, ah. You owe me 20$.

Dick: Here's 10$, I owe you 10$. *Gives the bill back to Tim*

Tim: Here's the 10$ I owe you. *Gives the bill to Jason*

Jason: Here's the 10$ I owe you. *Gives the bill to Dick*

Dick: Here's the 10$ I owe you. *Gives the bill back to Tim*

Spoiler: Nightwing, it is clear that you are the best option for this job.

Nightwing: Cause I can look the coolest?

Spoiler: No cause you can look the sluttiest.

Dick walks up to you holding out a champagne flute.

Dick, mischievously: “Where were we?”

Y/N, sighs exasperated: “You have to stop.”

Dick: “Stop what?“

Y/N drags Dick onto a terrace, making sure they aren’t seen, downing the champagne glass he had brought in one comically loud gulp Alfred would’ve taken a head for.

Y/N: “You have to stop being where I am, talking to me.”

Dick, wide eyed: “Seems unreasonable with our jobs… Besides I like being where you are!”

Y/N: “Stop. We have a problem. I have a problem.”

Dick, narrowing his eyes playfully: “What’s that?”