#sp0ilers

❝  I appreciate the enthusiasm,  kiddo.  But  rifling     through my stuff is not the way to my good side. ❞

So yeah, gonna protest spoilery trailers, previews, the whole schebang. Will continue posting about all aired episodes and AUs. ^^

While Tim enjoyed the party, the idea of ditching to go swimming with Steph was almost too good to pass up. The third Robin is excusing himself from the conversation he’d been having long enough to maneuver himself across the room, hopefully dodging the watchful eyes of his father and Diana. It wasn’t like they’d put a stop to him, however the last thing Tim wanted them to think was that he was ditching out of boredom. He’d then have to assure them it’d be for a much worthier cause. He spots the blonde toward the exit of the room, standing in the spot he had previously told her to wait at before they could make their escape. Keeping his steps silent, Tim decides to sneak up on his girlfriend, hands playfully hooking onto her hips in an attempt to spook her. “We’re out! And in record time.” Flashing his girlfriend a toothy grin, the male slings an arm over Steph’s shoulders, free hand reaching to open the door before them. 

      ❝ You shouldn’t be out this way, Steph. Are you okay? ❞ Was there concern creeping into his voice? Just a little. No one was supposed to come to his apartment safehouse. No one was supposed to know about it except her and even then it was a last resort to come find him there. Or he thought it was.        ❝ get off my fire escape and come inside, you’re going to draw attention to yourself. ❞ He grumbled.

“Spoiler alert, I made it,” he jokes in a typical, Batman monotone. It’s a joke that could easily be missed, especially if one wasn’t aware that he’s a fan of deadpan humor. Either she gets the joke, or she doesn’t care or maybe she’s more focused on the fact he’s alive despite having appeared to blow up along with the warehouse - no matter the case, she breaks the rules they agreed upon in order to hug him while in costume, in front of other heroes no less. With a chilling glare serving to silence any who dare to comment on her actions or his, he embraces her in turn. “I’m Batman,” he assures her, “it will take more than that to kill me.”

“I c-can explain,” he replies with an uncharacteristic stammer, acting like a child who just stole a cookie from the cookie jar. He’s half in and half out of a shadow, one leg still dipped into the inky blackness beside him. He had been doing a fantastic job at keeping this a secret and slowly building a sense of control... That is, until she decided to pay him a rather unexpected visit. “Please give me a chance to explain.”

“Oh come on-- they’re cute. Besides, pink suits you more than white does. White is kinda boring, and you are definitely not... It matches your bright personality.”