A birdarang slammed down in front of Tim as a Robin watched him above from the shadows. “You have some nerve showing up here after what you pulled Rook.” (Some multiuniversial shinanigins and a case of mistaken identity from @jaybinlad ‘s reverse sidekick universe)
Tim stopped in his tracks, barely avoiding the weapon meant for him. He sighed, turning to look at the Robin threatening him. As far as he was concerned, only three people wore those colors, himself included, and Damian was still a lot smaller than him.
"Oh? Have I graduated from the nickname 'Replacement' then? I think I like 'Rookie' better. Thanks. What, exactly, did I do this time?"












