shadow of hell edits: 10/?
“i don’t know about this, tim. roni’s cool and all but what if she hates pranks? she could kill us with one touch, literally. steph joked with her once about something serious and when she found out she was joking, roni lectured her for like an hour.” damian wondered and scratched the back of his neck while tim planted the bucket on top of roni’s door.
“oh, don’t be such a wimp. she loves us too much to be mad, right? tim shrugged and then turned his head when damian didn’t answer. “right? she loves us enough to forgive us, right?”
“why are you asking me? you’ve been with her longer than i have!” damian retorted and backed away. while tim had second thoughts, roni opened her door and gasped when a cold, sticky liquid attacked her head.
“damian! tim!” she cried out and stared at them for a brief moment.
“tim… we’re so screwed.” damian whispered and slowly backed away. roni kept throwing them dagger eyes until she stormed out off the room and toward the living room. somehow, that was even scarier than if she’d screamed at them.