"Is that my shirt?"
"Nope. It's Tim's."
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"Is that my shirt?"
"Nope. It's Tim's."
[text] Can we do this whole fight thing after I can breathe normally? I get you don't like me and thats fine but you are still my little brother and I still have your back. At least try and get someone to get me out?"
[text]: Yeah, you really had my back. [text]: Should I remind you that I'm dead! [text]: Go bother someone else.
[text] If you think that is true look under your pillow. If Alfred got the package a gift from me should be under it.
[text]: How the hell did you figure out where I am!? [text]: We're not lovers, don't send me shit [text]: I'm not looking under the fucking pillow [text]: Good luck getting out of your shit shell
[text] Bruce doesn't really do texts. Regardless of how you feel Jason you were Robin and we need to cast off that title at some point. I know how you feel because I felt the same way toward you but it will pass. If you take pictures I will prank you until I am old and grey.
[text]: Kiss my ass [text]: Why don't you ask my hologram for help [text]: You seem to care more about keeping a fake image of me around rather than the real thing
[text] great. so long story short i got ambushed by clayface and in a shell were air is becoming a luxery. Need help breaking out.
[text]: LMAO that's awesome [text]: Oh I'll show up, to take pictures [text]: Why don't you call 'dad' or my replacement?
[text] In a tight spot. Come on be a bro and I'll owe you a big one.
[text]: I stopped being a 'bro' years ago [text]: Where are you and what the hell do you want me to do? [text]: I'm not making any promises to help you though
Dick smirked a bit as he stood a distance away from Barbara and waved while in his Nightwing costume though it had a few tears in it.
"Really?" Barbara rolled her eyes and shook her head at him, he really was a big kid sometimes. "Should I even bother asking or just put it down to a run-in with Joker's men?" He really should learn to call her when he stumbled onto things like that.
[text] That's no way to talk to your older brother. Also really? You really are confused how I got your number? Plus if you do me this favor I'll owe you one.
[text]:Unlike you I don't pass out my number to just anyone. [text]:Why are you asking me for help anyway? [text]: Grow a pair and just do it yourself.