#personal me

Grumbling at the array of notifications he elects to ignore for now, he scrolls past the walls of text and emojis to the source of the chaos. He almost drops his phone at the image beneath his fingertips.

He nearly forgets about the call when Steph speaks up again, though she’s not speaking to him rather she’s cooing in the background. Dick’s cackling and hauntingly enough he hears Alfred speaking up through the noise about personal space etiquette.

There’s other voices he doesn’t quite recognize, but one of them sticks out. The fucking clone of the alien Boy Scout himself. How were the Titans allowed in Gotham? Somehow, Tim has to be behind this.

Red Hood takes in the photo. Wonder Girl and the ‘not Wally’ Kid Flash are huddled around the Super Clone. The latter of whom is holding a damn baby— or toddler?

“What the fuck?” he asks out loud, drawing another person’s attention to the open line.

“Hurry,” Cass states amongst Alfred’s speech of not overwhelming their small guest. To which, Steph reminds him that their guest is not a guest- hello.

Red Hood slaps a hand over the eyes of his helmet. Exasperated beyond belief, he says, “please tell me, B does not have another demon spawn.”

“Not B’s. Tim.”

Holy ever-loving shit. His chair squeaks as he shoots forward to catch himself on his desk. “He has a kid?” His voice nearly shrill.

Marcus and Veronica are brought out of their whispered conversation at the noise. They share a look then silently agree to leave their boss alone. Each of them wave their goodbyes as Red Hood resists the urge to slam his head against his shitty desk.

A huff sounds on the other end. In other words, Cass’s laughing at him. “No. Tim’s small.”

If there was a record in the room with him, it’d stop with a loud scratch. Because huh?