#rustedrobin

"B-B report....B...Batman where are you...B I know I messed up but can you let me know if everyone is okay?"

Nothing, not even a hum of other people on the line. Okay so they cut this comm line again, it's okay this happens

@rustedrobin

Jason had been running his normal patrols, checking in on the people in the alley. He hadn’t expected to stumble upon a Bat in his territory, had actually expected just about the opposite to be the case.

But here he was, following behind a clearly injured Robin. He’s not sure how he can tell, but something feels… off about him.

He doesn’t draw his weapons, instead calling out through the modulated helmet.

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Since Sunyoung had been expelled violently from the League they were lost. That one failed mission enough to sever them from everything they knew and throw them in a shallow grave, but sunyoung was getting no medals for their perseverance. Gotham was the place that seemed safe enough. If they made no waves theyd be off the radar.

It was like that for a bit. Until they found a downed bird.

"You gotta be shitting me." He scoffs. "Patrols wait for nobody, and even if be decided to have some idyllic family outing, he wouldn't invite me."

He offers his hand to try and help him stand. It was definately abit odd to see another kid dressed as robin. something seemed abit off...

Jason gave Tim a thumbs up as he grabs his phone and Motorcycle helmet -not the red hood one, just a regular black one- and opens the door for him.

When he was fighting a magic user that they’d been having more and more run ins with he slipped up. A blast was shot his way.

He slammed into the wall and blacked out before he crashed to the ground. When he woke up his head was pounding, he was sure he had a broken rib too

((Mf won’t let me tag my blog wtf)

@rustedrobin

He heard the impact for sure, body on brick pretty recognizable. There's an internal debate for a half second if he should go investigate, before he ultimately rounded the corner to see Robin in a crumpled heap next to a dumpster.

His replacement.

Oh joys.

Making it closer, trying to get a handle of just what happened, and finding no broken glass or other assailants there, he cocks his head to one side. “Hey kid.” Gruff voice modulated just abit lower. “You good?” Red Hood stood over him, gently poking his form with his foot. “... what happened?” he sighs out.