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"You do know that I'm the bulletproof one, not you, right?!" (flamebird verse!)

   “I’m—a—professional!”

   A professional who’s very much doing a very Grayson-esque backflip right now off the edge of a high rise, grappling gun in one hand and the other stretched out towards the murky Gotham sky, the red wings across his chest a bright slash against the night sky. Jason’s a lot of things, but he’s not stupid. He’s learned from the best.

clark:[ sputtering and the sound of clark breaking the sound barrier ] goddammit dick

. ﾟ * ｡ ･                “ thanks for dropping by. ”

 it’s not every day a simple drug bust gets visited by superman,  and it certainly is a bit of a shocker to say the least.   (  dawn is glad the mask covers her blushing cheeks as she recalls her night - shirt with his crest splayed across the front.  suddenly,  she’s glad kryptonians can’t read minds.  )    “ or should i say flying by ?  do people make too many puns about flying ? ”

clark also wants to sigh and put his head in his hands

             Was he supposed to be drinking? No. Was he still doing so anyway? Yes. Sometimes bad decisions were made. 

Perfectly reasonable.