Tiffany Drake; prodigy, heir to a multinational company, with a sideline as an ass-kicking vigilante. Need I say more?
You may have known me as Robin, but that was years ago. Now, I go by Red Robin. Not the most creative of names I know, but give me a little credit, why don't you?
Stick around a little, I don't mind the company.
((Hello, luvs, this is an independent Genderbend Ask blog for Tiffany J. Drake. But I don't mind a little bit of RPing, just drop me a line via ask and we'll get right to it; this is a multifandom and OC friendly blog.
I apologise in advance if I don't do her character justice, so this might be a bit ooc. It's pre-boot, just thought you oughta know.))
M!A Status: None.
Face Claim || Astrid Berges-Frisbey
Tracking || #theprodigiousrobin
//Note: Any and all GIFs do not belong to me unless specificaly stated so.
Tiffany's lip curled back in a vicious snarl, her arms akimbo. She took a defensive step back, eying the boy as if he were a ticking time bomb. "What do you want, brat? I swear if it's simply to goad me into another verbal warfare, let me just duct tape your mouth to save us all the trouble."
Tiffany looked mildly amused, the beginnings of a smile quirking the corners of her lips upward. "Earliest human memory, huh?" She inquired with an indulgent tone, her brows arched. "I don't know, I have a lot, being born a human and all."
The last flying Grayson: theprodigiousrobin started following you
the-flying-acrobat:
Her smiled faded a little “Well, that’s good”
She noticed the shift of the other’s emotion, something that prompted her to frown contemplatively. “Hey, you okay?” She asked with a tilt of her head.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth, looking unsure of herself. "Come on, Rach, I know you better than that, give me some credit here. What's wrong?"
She noticed the shift of the other's emotion, something that prompted her to frown contemplatively. "Hey, you okay?" She asked with a tilt of her head.
She smiled back, amicable. With a roll of her shoulder, she looked like the picture of noncommittal coyness. "Devil's in the details, Rach, but I guess I'm doing alright considering."