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pictures in a box at home, yellowing and green with mold

WHO:

deadredbird
WHERE: A fire escape
WHEN: Late Monday night
WARNINGS: Miniature batangst.
SUMMARY: Two small, misplaced Robins. One large, scary ~~bat god~~ regular old vigilante.
FORMAT: Whatevs

Two days in and they’re almost out of sandwiches already. Unless Tim’s hiding one, somewhere.

He’s trying not to let the tension show; trying not to let him see Robin rattled. But they’re running out of time to do this without a plan, and he figures Tim’s probably a smart enough kid to know that already.

It’ll come to him, just like it always comes to Batman. In the meantime, he’ll dangle his feet off the side of the fire escape while he munches the stale bread and thinks.

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"Because you'd be with him if you had. Fuck, he's probably a kid, too." Jason drags his hand across his face again. If there's a trace of concern in his voice, he himself is ignoring it; so what if Bruce is probably a kid somewhere? If he's lucky, it'll be before he was eight. If not, Selina probably — ha ha. Assuming Selina weren't tiny as well. Well... no news was probably good news, in this case.

"Look, I don't care where you go as long as you're not running around out here. But if you're going to run around out here, then I'm sticking with you." He sounds fairly unhappy about this. Determined, though. "You don't know this city, and you're not that good."

He just barely murmurs an affirmative to Dick, determined not to let Robin down even if he really has no idea where they're going. There'll be a plan... eventually. Dick will work something out, it's what he does.

Or it's what Batman does, but then, maybe he really is a kid too. That would explain why he's not here, instead of Jason.

"He is so that good," he mutters quietly, not entirely intending to be heard.

He wants to snap back, say it isn’t fair and Jason hasn’t even seen him do anything yet but throw a batarang and that was a pretty good throw. It isn’t fair that his instincts say the likelihood that Jason really does have dibs on exactly how good he is outweigh the possibility that he’s just spouting crap.

He sighs and scratches at the edge of his mask. Maybe ditching the one guy in this whole place that seems willing to talk answers – or at least decent enough lies - isn’t really one of the greatest plans he’s ever had. If he knows Robin’s name – if there’s even a chance it doesn’t end with Robin - then he owes it to Batman to check it out.

"I guess," Offered just a tough grudgingly. "Um." He shifts and then reaches into one of his belt pouches. Maybe a peace offering is in order. "Here." One fruit roll-up for Jason.

Jason sort of gives Dick a look like 'are you fucking with me?' but... he takes it. Not that he plans on eating it. It's just — he would never claim he's good with kids, but it seems like taking it would be best. For everyone.

Now that he doesn't have to be indignant, he's not sure what to say or how to say it. "... thanks. If you're hungry we can go somewhere. But you need —" Pants. "— civilian clothes."

He looks back up at Tim, suppressing another sigh. Why is this happening. How had this come about. "Uh... jump down?" Why is this happening. Jason reluctantly gestures, indicating he will catch Tim and not let him splatter all over the pavement.

Alright, so apparently the plan is trusting Jason. At least he's been - kind of honest with them, Tim thinks. Blunt and kind of rude, his mom would probably say something about him being a potty mouth if she were here - and he kind of wishes she were, just for a second, missing her with a pang he'd thought he'd gotten over when her and dad started taking longer and longer trips out of town - but so far he hasn't seemed to lie to them. If it's enough to get Dick to trust him, however grudgingly, then of course Tim is going to go along with that assessment.

Tim just hopes he's as good at catching kids as he is at catching batarangs.

"Um. Okay, if you're sure." He stands up and moves right to the edge of the fire escape, looking down at them for a moment before climbing onto the railing. What is he doing, it's too high, what if Jason doesn't catch him - then Dick will, he reassures himself, it'll be fine, he just has to - jump.

So he jumps - or kind of falls, more accurately.

He tenses a little when Tim goes to jump - it'd be pretty hard to misread that tone Jason used with him straight off. He's not sure what it means, not sure what to make of anything anymore, but he's not in the greatest position to make a catch if it turns out he needs to.

He keeps his eyes on Jason instead, watching his face for any sign he that he won't pull through.

But Jason does catch him, carefully even, and sets him down on the ground without incident. He has the vague impulse to dust Tim off but figures that would be unappreciated.

"Okay. Uh. Tim, come with me to make this less socially awkward." Pause. "Please." He glances to Dick again. "I'm not gonna run off with him, but, yeah. Clothes. Then food. Then... whatever. And I'll answer any questions you have. Carrie probably just didn't feel like telling you everything."

Which he doesn't blame her for, but he's still pretty weirded out by having to do this.

That wasn't so bad. Mildly terrifying, but kind of exciting, too, and the fact Jason really did catch him makes Tim a little more inclined to trust him in general. He reminds himself that he has to be careful, though - the promise not to run off with him just reinforces the fact that that's a possibility, and he remembers all the times his parents have warned him about going off with strangers, wandering off alone, and the lectures about security. But it's not like he hasn't looked after himself in Gotham enough times, and Jason did say please.

"Okay." He glances at Dick and tries giving him a reassuring smile. "If anything happens I can yell - really, um, really loud." He turns back to Jason and... reaches for his hand, uncertainly. If he's going to be following him around, he doesn't want to get lost.

"The costume’s fine," he says it quick and casual, and maybe Jason will know enough to let it slide. He hasn’t answered yet to Dick. Hasn’t given up on that last bit of anonymity.

But he falls in on the other side of Jason, taking the opportunity to study his face in more detail. Definitely nobody he recognizes. "Who taught you to throw like that?"

"... it's not fine, unless you're going to hang out on rooftops all day." Which, Jason is reluctant to acknowledge, is probably going to happen. He also looks annoyed at the question but he just said he would answer them. He'd just meant questions about the situation, not him.

"Someone like Batman. Someone Batman doesn't meet until you're older." It's not a good or bad lie, really, it's said with the exact impatient carelessness as every other answer he's given.

"But there's nobody like Batman," Tim pipes up, wide-eyed and just a little too on the defensive side of incredulous for someone who doesn't even know Batman. He catches himself with a quiet "um" and looks down at the ground. He really needs to keep quiet and let them sort it out between themselves, as much as his stomach had approved of the idea of getting something more to eat than sandwiches.

He kind of wanted to go somewhere warm and sit down on actual furniture and rest, too, but he'd go wherever Robin decided was best. He had to treat it like an adventure, because it really was, seeing a strange city from the rooftops and back streets with Robin right there. It was just... that it was also tiring, and a little scary. But that didn't mean he should side with Jason instead of Dick, no way.

"You gotta know the other Robin somehow," still peering up at Jason, frowning a little more discerningly. "So maybe you know Batman too."

It's probably as close as he'll edge to the question of whether or not Jason knows Bruce's name while Tim's in earshot, and part of him is still a little afraid of the answer. He's not sure what to do - what Bruce would do about meeting someone from the future or another universe or any place if it means he knows all the important bits already.

Jason gives Tim a 'quiet, you' look, though it's not really serious. It's just easier to deal with than Dick's scrutiny.

"Yeah, I've worked with him before," he says neutrally, frowning back. "But I don't have him on speed dial or anything, so if Carrie didn't get him, I won't be able to either. Can we just... get you some clothing now?"

Tim winces slightly, but he still mutters - to the ground, stubbornly - "Carrie said she didn't even know where we were."

He feels like this is important to mention, at the very least so Dick can reiterate to Jason that not only has no-one told them anything, they've pretty much lied to them - even if it is going to get him in trouble.

"Not just that," - and maybe saying it this way is more than a little bit vindictive - "She told us she knew us already even though nobody knew her. Like we wouldn’t know something was up."

"Well, congratulations, Sherlock. You caught her." It's more dry than sarcastic, but clearly Jason doesn't think much of their deduction. "This city is basically where New York should be, but it's just called the City. I didn't decide on it so don't tell me how stupid that is, I know. I'm guessing she didn't want to bother explaining because it's not like it really matters if you know or not, you'll be gone in a few days..."

Hopefully.

"You know her so well, you ask her. Why she didn't call anybody, either." Tim frowns, a little put out at Jason's dismissiveness of their deduction. He - tries not to sulk, really, but still just scuffs his foot against the ground and looks down.

"He's saying it just doesn't make any sense," and it's weird to be the one trying for diplomacy. He eyes Tim across Jason's hip and looks for his gaze. Don't mess this up.

"What do you mean we'll be gone in a few days?"

All things considered, Jason doesn't seem any more annoyed than he already was. "This has happened before." He explains, because that's what he assumes is happening. "It happened to me, but it gets fixed. You'll go back to your world and your time eventually. As for Carrie... fine, I don't know, I don't know what goes on in her head."

Okay, so maybe there was a little suspicion-paranoia leaking out there. He modulates his voice. "But she's a friend of yours, usually. She's like Robin. Just maybe not as well trained yet. It would really be best if you guys went back to the Tower."

Tim bites his bottom lip, stamping down on the urge to say he doesn't belong at the Tower. It doesn't matter if he does or not, he's going to follow Dick - unless he can find somewhere safe to stay while Dick is out on the rooftops fighting crime, anyway. And maybe that really is the Tower, if it isn't as dark and creepy as it seemed when they first showed up.

He focuses on the thought that this isn't permanent, and he'll get to go home and see his parents. That's something worth keeping silent over.

There’d been nothing in Carrie’s behavior to indicate anything that he’d’ve thought really qualified as a friendship, but it's probably not really worth arguing the point with Jason anymore. "So I’m friends with her and she knows Batman. And you know Batman," He counts the points on his fingers, just to be sure.

"I guess it couldn’t hurt to take a tour around the headquarters. If you want to show us the setup or something." It’s not as if they'd had any real trouble walking right out before when they wanted to.

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