// "No art is mine" is not proper art credit.

Maybe don't go near water...

Pretty much. Bored.

... pffh.

Hey.

Hopefully dead.

... what the hell? What is this? Huh???

DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME TODAY

Oh, I REALLY wanna say "cover up, slut".

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘐'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 ... ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

💬 : It's a helmet...

Lost my wallet. Shit.

And I've got a boot.

Real childish.

{ Jason's leaned against the water tower's railing, red mask vividly reflecting Dick. } ... Look at you, haha. Real classic.

{ Real distant "YOUR SONG SUCKS!" } { Came from a nearby water tower... }

{ There's always a rustle in an alley, somewhere in Gotham. That was Gotham rule number... something. } { This time, though, the rustle was Jason kicking the shit out of a dumpster. }

Clown Prince of not bein' dead already.

You know the area, then. You gotta be fucked up in the head to willingly approach someone in a mask in Gotham.

Nightwing or Batman.

Thank you kindly. { Fuuuck, he needed a pack. Was it unhealthy? Sure, but Jason's already died once. Lung damage is fine, probably. } You're real kind. You expect something in return?

Uh-huh. { Turning away, taking a cloth out of his pocket and covering the exposed half of the mask. } Gimme.

⠀ 𝕿𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀'𝙎 𝙉𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝕷𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝕴𝙏'𝙎 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝐔𝐏 𝕺𝙍 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍! ⠀