bad robins do it well
Jason lifted his Jack in proud salute. “Maybe,” he told Steph. Then, in a stage whisper, “But it’s definitely the final destination.” His smile was unrepentant, because fuck, there were enough bat babies to patrol the city for tonight. He didn’t have any plans to make volatile explosives go boom for the night, so, yolt. He was sure Steph could appreciate the phrase.
"Tradesies," he said, leaning forward. In a sudden invasion of personal space, Jason snagged the next forkful of waffle, eyeing Stephanie as he sucked the tines clean of whipped cream. As he sat back on his haunches, he offered Stephanie his flask. "I won’t tell B if you don’t," he said with a conspiratory wink.
Either Jason underestimated his level of intoxication, or was playing it up in his favour, but regardless, the wobble as he leaned forward and cleaned off the fork she’d been fully prepared to eat brought a radiant smile to her face. He came close enough she didn’t need to guess what he was drinking, she could smell it on his breath, ghosting against her lips. Not breaking eye contact, she accepted the flask, raising it and taking a relaxed swig. She’d already hung up the cape and cowl for the night, metaphorically speaking. She could afford a little fun.
It burned her throat going down, but left a warm buzz that zigzagged comfortably through her. ”It’ll be our little secret,” she smirked, a laugh tracing her every syllable. She kicked her feet over the edge, her heels bouncing against the roof. “Kind of surprised we haven’t done this before, y’know.”
Damian watched the two figures, at first flabbergasted, but as the flask passed between them, the jagged pieces clicked suddenly and painfully into place.
They were flirting. Todd and Brown were meeting in secret to canoodle on rooftops and swap bodily fluids on a single fork.
Suddenly, Damian found himself faced with a decision. To revel himself and disrupt this bizarre affair, or slink back into the shadows and futility try to scrub the image of Todd swiping dripping waffles off of Brown’s lips. It didn’t take long to ponder.
"I never thought I’d say this, Brown, but you could do better."