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[thedalektables]

Something Verse

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[jcolney]

Damn Reporters

Fandom: Batman

Verse: Croc and Tim verse

Notes:  For Kestral, Tim’s angry and Crocs’ amused, not quite what you wanted… will probably try again.

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“How can they be so, so-“ Tim growled as he ripped at the paper.

“Look Brat.” Croc almost, almost, pinched the bridge of his nose. “If the papers are saying I have a tail and look like a walking croc that just means they’re not going to spot me.”

“But they’re wrong!” Tim was pacing around behind the bar, the barman easily ignoring and working around the pre-teen. “Why on earth would they say you have a tail?! You don’t! How did they even come up with a tail?!”

“Does it fucking matter?”  Croc downed the shot of Jack and motioned for another as his boy kept pacing. “It’s not hurting anyone. Thought you liked that.”

“It’s hurting my brain!” Tim whirled, trying to puff up all of his just five feet height, glaring over the counter as the bartender subtly poured a second shot. The effect of course was that he looked like one of Selina’s angry kittens. “I don’t understand how they can always be so wrong! Does the paper only hire imbeciles?!”

“It’s okay to call them idiots.” Croc snorted as the boy’s nose wrinkled in distaste. “Swearing when you’re really fucking angry is okay.”

“A tail!” Tim continues, ignoring Croc’s words. “And they call you an animal instead of a person! Not to mention everything else they get wrong. I think they do it on purpose!” Tim glanced down at the shot in front of Croc looking like he wanted to grab one for himself.

“See now, is this just about me?”

“They called Aunty Selina just some two-bit thief obsessed with cats!”

“Well she is fucking obsessed.” Croc snorted to busy flicking Tim’s hand away from the bottle of Jack the bartender had simply left.

“But she’s a great thief!” Tim was scowling and he sucked his injured finger into his mouth. Croc glared at the other low life’s that were watching as the finger was sucked between red lips. His lips were pulled back in warning if any of them ever came close.

“Kid…” Croc let his head dropped to one hand, pulling his shot closer as Tim eyed it. “You even think about fucking drinking before you’re twenty-one kid and I’ll rip all the skin off your ass.”

“I wasn’t going to drink it.” Tim pouted as he shifted again out of the bartender’s way. “I just don’t understand why you don’t care!”

“Don’t fucking care, because it doesn’t fucking matter.” Croc downed the shot, still glaring as Tim eyed the bottle. “Kid relax. The more the fucking press gets wrong the better for us.”

“But…” Tim had both his hands in his hair and pulling. “Why?”

“Brat. Get over here.” Croc motioned to the empty stool next to him. “Yeah they get everything wrong but that just means that people don’t expect what we do. You never know, might fool the Bats into getting sloppy someday.”

“But…” Tim clambered up onto the stool. “You’d never really kill him would you? Batman I mean.”

Croc exhaled slowly, pouring and drinking another shot, before replying.

“You don’t want me to answer that Tim.” Croc ignored the sad look Tim was giving him. “Not gonna promise anything… but I don’t think your vigilante will ever get into that position.”

“Okay.” Tim seemed to except that with alarming ease. Probably was spending way too much time with criminals. “But they still don’t need to get so many things wrong!”