CHAPTER 1 - PEACE OFFERING
"Why does it have to be me?!"
Tim paces back in forth in the empty cave, unwilling to comply with the dangerous task Bruce has given him.
"He couldn't make Damian do it? Why not Dick? Dick loves everybody!"The teenager continues to talk out loud to himself, fully dressed in red robin gear, with the exception of his mask.
"I mean…this Penguin case was my case! I should be out there on the field, bustin' heads and cracking jokes." In a flash, Tim turns to his side, and angrily throws a batarang in the direction of the training dummy, but much to his surprise, there is no sound of impact, instead what he saw was a lean, taller man dressed in a red robin tank top and blue jeans, grinning cheekily, while holding the hastily thrown batarang.
"You kinda sound like him when you're angry."
"Dick."
"Yup, that's my name."
"Who said I was saying your name?"
"Ooooh…that's not very kind Timmy."
"Shouldn't you be out right now, doing something that doesn't involve me Richard?" Dick shrugs his shoulders and gleefully walks over to his fuming younger brother, and Much to Tim's dismay, rustles to which Tim responds with a loud "hey!"
Dick smiles, and walks over to the conference table, where he sees a plate of food wrapped in aluminum foil, he carefully sneaks his hand under the foil and grabs a handful of carrots, and starts to munch on them.
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Tim's face is beat red now "Dick you can't-"
"Reeeeelaaaaax puberty-ridden younger brother of mine, I'm here to help you on your mission."
"Really?!"Responds Tim, beaming with excitement that he won't have to go through with this life-risking mission, causing Dick to respond with an equal level of excitement,"Yup."
"So, you're going to take him the food!" Dick holds his stomach, and shoots Tim a hard, loud belly laugh, forcing him to wipe the tears from his eyes afterwards." Tim just tilts his head a little, and scratches his few strands of chin hair.
"That's the mission Bruce sent you on…bringing him food! Hahahahahahaha, I can't deal,Why are you sooooo upset?" Tim proceeds to scowl at Dick, pushing him to laugh harder.
"Jason hates me."
Dick has calmed down now, aside from the random giggles.
"Jason hates everybody."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Dick shrugs again and throws the keys Tim, as they both walk to the car. They both get in and quickly speed out of the cave.
A hour passes and Tim is driving the car to Jason's rickety apartment in the rough side of Gotham, the car ride is quiet, as Dick is unusually quiet given his hyper, sometimes sporadic personality. He's just calmly looking out to the just smiling in the face of Gotham's often dreary, almost melancholy weather.
The car finally stops.
Still smiling, Dick turns to his worried brother and talks to him.
"Jason's not so bad." Tim rolls his eyes, and both of them continue to silently walk up to room 405, on the 4th floor, with Tim holding the plate of assorted healthy foods.
Tim holds his breath and knocks on the door, as Dick stands there with his toothy grin, waiting for the door to open, before it does he nudges Tim.
"Jason's the best, just you wait and-"
Before he can finish his sentence the door swings open, and Dick is greeted with a brutal right-hook to face knocking him the ground.