"A sight for sore eyes, this one. I can’t even place the last time I seen you." The redhead flashed an amused smirk toward Tim, tipping his cap upward to squint masked eyes over him.
Tim smiled back at him. “It’s been a while. How’ve you been? And what brings you to Gotham?”
I feel in love with Red Robin because he was so…cool...But I think the man wearing the mask is just…cold.
"Sorry, Red, this gargoyle’s already taken."
"You have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know who I am, but I don’t know who you are.”
//i’ve barely been active on this account and yet new followers are cropping up all over the place. explain. who did the thing
"I’m not in the mood to play games, Steph. What is it that you want?”
"Ohh, smart guy still doesn’t get it. Awkward, for you." She stepped closer and grabbed his collar. "I wanted some fun, but I guess I’m not finding that here."
Tim instinctively pulled back, but her grip was firm. “What do you want,” he repeated, eyes narrowing. Whatever had happened to Steph, or whoever was inhabiting her body, he was running out of patience.
Tim’s eyes narrowed. “That isn’t fair, and you know it. I’m making allowances for you as best I can. I’ve asked Tam to keep an eye out, and I’ve postponed and rearranged meetings where possible. If you feel out of your depth, you can call me and have me walk you through it. This isn’t the same.”
"No, what’s not fair is you acting like this is all about you,” Owen snapped. “You’re the only one out of your depth here, you’re the only one doing the best you can. I guess I’m just not trying at all. Tell me, Oh Mighty Mr. Wayne. How can I make this easier for you? Can I fetch your slippers? Get you a nightcap? Oh, I know! I’ll just call my agents and tell them I quit because I’d hate for you to be even the slightest bit uncomfortable.”
Tim’s eyes widened again for the briefest moment, before his entire face slipped into a neutral passivity. “I think maybe you should leave.” The last thing he wanted was for things to escalate to blows between him and Owen, and it was obvious that that was where this was headed. Tim should have known better than to think they could just ignore the extra tension of the situation.
"This isn’t casual, Kate,” Tim reassured her, voice still low. “No matter where we do it.” He ran his hand down her arm with a soft smile. “Although for the record, I thought you’d like the rooftop. Danger and risk.”
His touch gave her butterflies in her stomach, despite the fact she was probably too old to get them and that he was touching her through the fabric of her suit. “That’s the thing,” she said. “I don’t like putting you in danger, neither do I like putting you at risk.” She kissed the corner of his lips as though to put emphasis on what she had just said. “I want to do this properly, Tim. Please.”
He shook his head. “I’m not. I’m not in danger when I’m with you, Kate.” He wished he had the right words to explain how much safer he felt, knowing that she and Owen had his back no matter what. That he wouldn’t have lasted a month in the cowl without them. “Where do you want to go?”