conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 74 (masterpost here)
Jason: *over the sound of a motorcycle speeding* -swear to god, this bitch looks me dead in the eyes, and i'm thinking 'man i'm about to get clocked aren't i?'
Dick, indignant: Hood, you can't- *breathy laugh* you can't tell somebody to their face that their child looks like the 'do the roar' kid from Shrek!
Jason, still speeding: i can if it's true. anyway, she didn't clock me but she did tell me she was gonna report me to the HOA, so i was like, fuck man not this shit again,
Dick: *cackling*
Tim: they're like your version of the galactic empire, huh?
Jason: at this point, yeah. anyway i told her not to, and that we should just-
*tires screeching*
Jason: wHAT THE FUCK IS THAT- OHHOLYSHITFUCK-
*large crash* *burst of static* *silence*
Dick: ...Hood? fuck- HOOD?
Tim, casually: ope, there he goes.
Dick, panicking: FUCK. Hood, status? Hood!? shit, who's closest to Crime Alley?
Damian: uh- i am, i think, but i don't think Hood is hurt.
Dick: what? DID YOU NOT HEAR-?!?
Damian: i know; but Red isn't worried so obviously he's fine.
Dick: HOW THE FUCK WOULD HE KNOW, HE'S IN DIAMOND DISTRICT TONIGHT!?
Tim, absently: oh yeah Hood's fine, he probably just broke his com or something.
Damian: see? his sense would have gone off.
Dick: ...his 'sense'?
Damian: Red Robin has a special Hood-sense that tells him when Akhi is in danger.
Tim: hm- um, yeah. i got exposed to a magical artifact and now i'm connected to Hood mentally.
*a beat*
Dick: what.
Damian: Hood has text me. 'somebody shot a firework at my bike and it scared me, i broke my com in the crash, tell everyone i'm not dead'. ...i'm gonna go see if he needs help.
*disconnecting ping*
*silence*
Dick, muttering: 'a firework scared me' it's like working with a fucking border collie.
Tim: *snort* i mean at least he's alive?
Dick: yeah- ok, you do not have a fucking magical connection to Jason.
Tim, amused: yeah, nah i don't.
Dick: so what the fuck is he on about?
Tim, without missing a beat: oh we've synched our fitbits to compete in weekly step-counts, so if his heartbeat gets too elevated or stops completely i'd get an alert.
*a beat*
Dick: so why does Damian-?
Tim: we just thought it was funny if he thought i was magical.



















