#notbatboy 05

[redwinging]

@notbatboy​

Seeing a child in full League of Assassin’s gear is only slightly unsettling. 

He’s had run ins with the League before, and knew that they weren’t to be trifled with. Even if they were less then five feet tall. He could sense it off of this kid, too, if he made the wrong move he might just be sliced up into mincemeat. 

Stay on your toes, Robin.

Even so, he can’t let somebody from his world walking around thinking that they’re completely and utterly alone. That’d be wrong. That is, if League children can feel emotional distress. He’ll have to find out.

“I guess assassins don’t always travel in packs.” He says, approaching the kid from behind. Now that he has a closer look, he can’t help but think this pipsqueak looks vaguely familiar, but he can’t quite place it. “Are you out here alone, or do you have backup? No use lying, I’ll figure out the answer soon enough.”

“Besides, we’d be better off working together.”

[smallblueboyscout]

@notbatboy wanted some soft

“D, I promise it was an accident! This probably won’t even effect me tomorrow when we go back out for patrol.” Jon was cradling his bleeding arm carefully. He hadn’t expected those store thugs to pull a gun on a two kids, but he had flung himself between Robin and the bullet, and had luckily only gotten away with a bullet in his arm.

“It’s fine, see?” He tried to move his arm and then tensed up, letting out a sharp hiss of air, then quickly forced a grin. His voice was strained from the pain. It had been a long time since he had gotten hurt so badly. “See? Totally fine.”

[redwinging]

@notbatboy​

Not a friendly face at all. 

Given everything that was going on, Deathstroke was the absolute last person he wanted to see. Fighting the guy who’s about as strong as Batman? No thanks.

This wasn’t the first time he had taken on Deathstroke, but the situation was really against him this time. His staff was able to effectively block his blades, but getting an actual hit in was a different story. Not when he was this overwhelmed.

Then, he felt something soft against his back. Him and Robin were standing back to back- apparently, Robin had his own enemy to deal with. 

“I think this is the definition of being stuck between a rock and a hard place.”

A shot to the stomach with his staff is able to make Deathstroke take a step back, for just a second. Next time, he’ll go for the head.

“You look like you’re having fun. I take your place, you take mine?”