I can 𝘴𝘦𝘦 that. Keep dreaming.
… Where’d you get a photo of me?
…
You got a photo of me while you were pissing?
“Cook well.”
Jason couldn’t tell if the laughter was around him, in his head, or…
From him.
Red Hood was supposed to report back to the cave after what’d happened with Timberly.
But he’d…hunkered down. Sat against a unit on a roof—there was so much 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 clogging up his helmet.
The Batarang was still stuck —
Next time Timberly wants to gut me, I’m telling him to aim better.
—in his shoulder, keeping the blood in where it should be.
The quick medical wrap from the bandages Rhodonite had on hand wasn’t enough.
The first thing to get through to Jason over comms were those words that left Esme’s mouth.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙅𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙.
“Dead…”
#OneLastLaugh
I really hope you’re bullshitting me and you weren’t pissing in an alley or roof somewhere—
I’m in my whole Red Hood getup??