Even with the helmet filtering out most of his tone, he still managed to sound reluctant. "I need your help." Hood said gruffly as Tim went behind his desk. But he needed to have a weapon in his hand, even if it didn’t do much in the long run. He had already taken a risk by moving Hood to another room, a smaller space too. Tim clenched his jaw, not saying anything. “God, you’re worse than the old man.” Hood muttered under his breath. It was a gift from Ra’s that Tim had reluctantly kept as it was too awesome to throw away, yet the voltage was a little too high to use on the average goon or thug. He had an electric bo staff under his desk. He vaguely registered Jason asking him something, but it faded to the background, his only focus was on getting to his office. “Sure,” Tim nodded in the direction of his office before walking towards the door. Tim eyed the array of weapons on Jason, it wasn’t as if he had much of a choice. “Fine.” Hood sighed as if this was all some big inconvenience to him. “Spoiler’s on her way.” Tim said diplomatically. "Actually, tell the fucker I'll kill him either way." Tell him I’ll kill him again if he does anything.” Steph said. “I’m not here to start shit, it’s about a case.” He snapped. “Jesus,” Hood threw his arms up, Tim tensed instinctively. She knew what to do, they had planned for it in case Hood went apeshit again.Īfter all, they only had each other for backup these days. The string of curses Steph let out helped calm Tim down a little. His killer was in his safe space and Tim was unarmed, unarmoured and alone. “Hood’s in my apartment.” He informed her with a calm he really didn’t feel. “RR, what’s up? Aren’t you off tonight?” Steph questioned. But he couldn’t, not with the phantom taste of blood in his mouth. “I’m not even doing anything.” Hood said, with a hint of indignance coming through the modulator.īut you have before. “Spoiler, come in.” He only managed to keep his voice steady out of spite for the man invading his home. Night off or not, it was always good to be prepared. He always had a spare one on him when in Gotham. Like it did at the Tower, until Hood eventually took off the helmet to reveal glowing green eyes and– “Robin Three.” Tim couldn’t decipher Hood’s tone with the modulator keeping his voice steady and level. Only to see the tall, looming figure of his twice-time killer standing in the middle of his living room. Tim Drake, my heart is here, All my favs, Keeping an eye on these, Alternative Universes of Fandoms I enjoy., Tim Drake is a Sad Bird, BAMF Tim Drake | Red Robin, batfamily things <3 I love them so mush!!!, Legit Cried, Library, Ay’s Incomplete, favs, The rereads I must abide by Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 46,237 Chapters: 6/8 Comments: 323 Kudos: 2,188 Bookmarks: 699 Hits: 22,220 Tim Drake has the self-preservation instincts of a wet paper bag.Bart Allen & Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent & Cassie Sandsmark.
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