"Obviously the message didn’t sink in." Tim positioned himself at Calvin’s back, bo staff gripped carefully by both hands. "That, and I have this awful habit of sticking my nose in things. But I’d hazard a guess that you already knew that about me.”
Honestly, Tim was already wondering if this was a mistake. It didn’t take an expert detective to pin the fact that he was the weakest fighter of the three of them. But then, he was hoping that two against one would weight the odds in their favor a little.
"I don’t need your help," Calvin said, though he was privately glad for it. Still, Tim was just asking to get himself killed. Once the Court found out Red Robin was on their trail, they’d ramp things up.
"Why are you helping me?"
"People give information more freely to their allies than their enemies." The masked opponent came at him next, and Tim only just managed to parry the blow in time. The one after that came easier, though. There was a rhythm to fighting, if you paid enough attention. Less than a minute later, Tim managed to land a sharp blow of his own, sending the stranger to the ground.
"You’d better have a damn good reason to be here."
Jason raised an eyebrow and accepted the newspaper, briefly glancing at the headline before looking back up at Tim. “What? I did my job.”
Tim’s eyes narrowed further. “That isn’t your job.”
"Why don’t you tell me?" Tim pushed a copy of the day’s newspaper at him, glaring.
"You should probably take some medicine, then. Or drinking herbal tea works, too."
She looked up at Tim with puppy dog eyes. “Could you make me some please? I’m bundled up and really don’t feel like standing,” she begged.
He sighed. “I can try. What’s your preference?”
"Don’t look at me. Ask Dick."
"Hey, I didn’t ask for the elf costume. Take it up with the other big brother.” He smiled at her. “But hanging out for a while sounds good.”
"Nope. Not happening. Not daring to challenge Mr. Happy Pants." Alex held her hands up in surrender. "I would be crazy to bring up any displeasure with our big brother." She tugged on his sleeve. "Want me to be nice or mean? I’m dragging you somewhere and depending on your answer, will be somewhere you like or not."
"I don’t want to take it up with him either!" Tim dragged a hand down his face. "It’s two hours, and then you can wear whatever you want. I’ll even take you shopping, just…indulge him for a little while, okay?”
//tentatively back and trying to work on drafts. don’t know how many will come, though. if anybody wants to try starting anything new, let me know~