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Edited: 2/20/2019
"Jason! You what?" While Tim had adopted his original 'sitting cross-legged with his laptop' position, he immediately fell back onto his bed. His fingers massaging at his temples.
The older teen stopped pacing around the carpet to give his younger brother a disgruntled look. "Technically, it wasn't me though. This shithead knew it on his own."
"Jason! You could've still played it off cool!" The poor teen grabbed at his raven hair, frustrated. "I can't believe you let the guy get away without saying anything!"
"Once again," he said with his hands on his hips this time, "I will repeat myself! Without a doubt, he knew-"
"Jason!" Tim stood up on the mattress. "You've been compromised for at least a week and you didn't say anything!" Tim pointed a finger at his predecessor with his feet planted on the mattress.
"Ok, look! I admit I fucked up there, but I know who the guy is!"
"Yes?" Tim bit out impatiently.
"Artist Shippo Nishimura." Green eyes were smug and arms were folded over a broad chest.
"Wait, the Shippo Nishimura?" Anger dissipating, Tim plopped back on the mattress back to his resting position and fingers were flying on the keyboard. Brows scrunched together in concentration.
"Yeah, the Japanese guy with the badly bleached hair that paints shit. He's super famous-"
"Wait, this guy?" The younger teen waved his hand over to his brother. He pointed to one half of the screen where a window with a picture of the artist's face on it.
Jason sat next to his younger brother on the bed and Tim scooted over. "Probably."
Tim gave him a funny look as he let his laptop get taken away. "What do you mean probably?"
"Look Crane's lab was dark, but one thing I do know for sure is his voice and his eyes. There's nothin' mistakin' it, Timbo. This was him. He was there." He turned so his gaze locked with the sapphire gaze in front of him. "Lil' wing, this guy knows my secret identity and probably yours and everyone else's too. If we don't do anything, we're fucked. So either help me kill the guy or don't. "
"Jay, you know I can't help you kill the guy, but I'll help to a degree, and you gotta understand: This guy and Bruce are working together with a non-profit organization. If he does know our identities, there are too many unknowns here. We can't mess up Bruce's deal. And it matters."
"Look, B's stupid rich. It's fine. One bad deal won't do anything."
"But it will, this Nishimura might not be as stupid rich, as so you kindly put it, as Bruce, but he's got connections with other elites that are even stupider rich than B. Connections he's been working at for years now, so imagine this: Who else, besides Nishimura, could possibly know about us?"
"Shit." Jason whistled. "We're fucked."
Oh! And I forgot to mention in the last update, but I changed up Chapter 26: Back Home a little
