Texts From Gotham
A Word: All texts taken as is and unaltered from the TFLN database. Drabbles may or may not be loosely connected. Just assume they're not as pairings and what not will change to reflect the specific texts used as inspiration.
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(440): Hey I was just wondering if you could go look for my teeth?
Dick contemplates the text for a good half hour before calling. "I need to know if I'm supposed to actually be looking for your teeth, or just teeth that you've claimed as yours."
Jason yawns right into the phone, and if he was trying to sleep he shouldn't have texted Dick in the first place. "Teeth that I'm going to be claiming as mine as soon as I find a reason for it."
"Ah," it's one of the many interpretations he'd thought of before calling. Reassuringly it's the third one he thought of. "So, any particular teeth I should be on the look out for?"
"Molars," Jason grunts. "Back right or left, I don't really care which side. They're going to show up at the Kicks bar tonight sometime around tenish."
"I can do that," Dick agrees easily and doesn't ask for more information. They're probably drug runners and it'll be easy to sort them out in the bar. "So, what're you going to be doing that's keeping you from doing it yourself?"
"I'll be miles away burning their storehouse to the ground while they're celebrating," Jason sounds happy and pleased with the thought, and Dick knows he's going to take his time to do a proper job of burning it. He might even take the time to laugh manically.
"Gotcha," Dick grins fondly into the air. "See you tonight little wing."
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