#robindecoded

“Hey, babybird.” Jason drapes an arm around Tim’s shoulders. Tim’s come up from Gotham to Happy Harbour, to be introduced to the Team. Jason’s already given everyone a warning that they need to treat his little brother nicely, but Tim’s still getting cold feet. It’s understandable, considering Tim’s been forcibly isolated for most of his life, and Jason is fine to sit here with Tim as long as he needs, a quiet support against Tim’s insecurities.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Surwich was quiet and of the way, exactly the reason why Gin had chosen to make her home there after the fall.  Portal travel was faster, but the panicking boy from another world now sitting at her kitchen table clearly needed a break from magic.  Not that riding a large, flying, two-headed creature was much more calming, but it was the lesser of the two evils.

“ ‘Ere y’are, mate,” the mug made a soft clink as Gin set it in front of Robin, balancing one toddler on her hip as the other and a wolf stared intently at the stranger.  “ ‘S jus’ tea, bu’ it should ‘elp yer nerves a bit.  ‘Scuse me while ah make a call, yeah?  Leave ‘im be, Grim.”

Gin stepped towards the stairs, keeping them in her sights as she spoke into the black communicator.  Jon stared at the stranger with his bright green eyes for a few moments longer before stepping forward and offering him the rock that was in his hand.  “Foun’ a pwetty wock ousside...issa pwesnt fo’ you.”

Gin came back a few moments later, smirking at the sight as Rose kept her head on her shoulder, staring at Robin shyly.  “Tha’ wus m’mate Aren...said ‘e’d be over soon.”  Rose’s eyes lit up at the mention of Aren, lifting her head slightly.  “Feel like ah should give ya a fair warnin’, though.  Um...Aren ‘s...no’ ‘uman.  ‘Member tha’ priestess with th’orns when y’firs’ woke up?  Aren’s th’same race - Draenei.”

Gin sat down across from Robin, setting the toddler on her lap.  “Y’alrigh’?”

Starfire can’t help the way she watches Red Robin with open curiosity. Of course she knows who Tim is -- he is important to both Dick and Jason, of course -- but she hasn’t much of a chance to work with him. Yet here she is, in Gotham, and Kori is always happy to offer a hand whenever she sees someone working alone.

“Hello, Red Robin,” she says, floating down into the alley, the dark, dirty alley illuminated by her glowing hair, as well as the vigilante with someone he’s in the middle of arresting. “Might I be of assistance?”

♥️♥️♥️  Love you, too, Losty.  You’re a wonderful person, and I’m really glad you’re in my life.  Thank you for being there.

Some drawing prompts for the roleplayer

(Accepting!)

Gin’s ready for some sun.  (Read: she’s ready to freckle and then burn, please don’t leave the werewolf out in the sun too long.)

What does my OC smell like to you?

(Accepting!)

Gin, still damp from the rain that was still pouring just outside the cave, slowly turned to look at Robin.  “Aye, an’ tha’s why ah’d prefer no’ t’be in th’rain much longer.  ‘Owever, it’d be much worse ‘f ah were shifted…”

“Okay, but that’s where you’re wrong.” Jason gives Red Robin a sardonic smirk, even if it is hidden by his helmet. “What’s the worst it’ll do? Kill me?”

He doesn’t like being called out on his self-destructive behaviour by Tim of all people, thank you very much. Pot, meet kettle, you’re both black.

profound starters (accepting)