---- [T -> J] ----
T: hold on a minute, are you trying to do a flashback?
J: Yeah I was about to.
T: You can't. I'm in the middle of a flashback.
J: who cares?
T: It'll get confusing.
J: He looks like he's been doing something stupid
T: He always looks like that. I think it's just his face and life decisions.
---- [T -> D] ----
D: Not my circus, not my monkeys
D: Oh wait shit it is my circus
---- [T -> J] ----
T: I had a dream that unless the teacher told us class was over, we were forbidden from going out the door. Our teacher was very forgetful, and maybe even malicious. After being forced to stay past sunset many days, my class decided we were going to break out every night. Eventually our attempts led us to discovering rifts in space-time where we could warp. So we never used the door. Checkmate.
J: the window
T: what? you going to critique my dreams? my subconscious creations, that I did by accident, while asleep? the chemicals in my brain? are you going to use your foul eyes and dissect all of the plotholes in my dreams? you going to critique the weather? harass the clouds? make fun of thunder for being off key? remind me to come to your house and shred your shoes
J: is that fucking Loss
T: getting that its one picture and not four, but not getting the meme at first is like effortlessly moving out of the way of a cyclist on the sidewalk by jumping into oncoming traffic
T: If you listen closely to dishwashers, you can hear the slurping sounds of hundreds of tongues inside cleaning the dishes
J: Ur not worthless, Timmy
J: organs are extremely expensive on the black market
T: watching Dickie and Bruce argue is wild
T: "No, This has to do with you sneaking out last night, I'm sure. Where did you go?"
T: "I can't hear people over six feet. Sorry."
T: "That isn't-"
T: "What's that? Timmy. Timmy, mate. Do you hear something? A voice coming from the sky? God? Is that you?"
J: There is both a main key and a spare key that will unlock every entrance into the manor. Dickie has both. One time I asked him, if something happened to him, how I would get into the manor, and he said, "If somethings happened to me, you lot will have been dead for weeks."
T: I'll have u know I can bench press over sixty million and ninety-two nanograms
J: Thats less than two pounds
T: sounded better the way I said it
J: We're not gonna hang around like sitting ducks. we're gonna take the fight to them.
T: Like some WADDLING ducks
T: a concept: me, in my cottage, in front of a wood stove, sipping coffee. looking outside, my bees are pollinating my expensive garden. my goats and chickens and cows are happy and safe. i feel contented with my choices and my future. i unconditionally and recklessly love myself. the local children think i am a witch.
J: Dickie and I got stopped by a cop in the middle of our scheme and Dickie flips down off the roof in front of the cop, says, "Not to worry, I have a permit," and hands the cop a crumpled piece of paper that says "I can do what I want -Dickie Grayson"
J: and the cop looks at the paper, looks at Dickie, looks back at the paper, then hands it back to Dickie, tips his hat and says, "Continue on. Have a good night, Dick." and walks away
---- [W -> J] ----
W: Why is Timmy sobbing loudly from the other room
J: He finally caved and started watching season 15 of Supernatural
J: Every twenty minutes or so he'll yell something like "whomst gave them right to do that to my emotions?!" in an emotion-broken voice
---- [Proof god is dead] ----
D: I'm going to the store does anyone want anything
W: A date with you
T: A reason to live
T: Babs says "My hopes and dreams"
R: The cash register
J: Some bread
T: I'm tired someone tell me how to sleep
W: Reading a book before going to bed can help relax you and you'll eventually doze off
D: Just starve yourself of sleep until your REALLY tired, then you have no problem
J: get a knife
J: stab yourself
J: eternal sleep
---- [T -> J] ----
J: That was so extra. Calm down.
T: extra is my middle name
T: and my first and last
T: hiya I'm extra extra extra nice to meet you
T: man isn't it crazy that you and Robin have the same haircut
J: hahah y eahh...
T: and hair colour
J: y... ye..... Ah
T: and eye colour
T: and voice
T: anyways, did you do the homework
J: You're are so bad at darts I can even understand
T: You call it "really bad at darts" I call it freestyle acupuncture
J: How do you miss by half a room
J: You threw it backwards
T: I asked Dickie "didn't you die?" And he said "that was hours ago dude. Things change," and kept walking
J: a human heart costs $442,000 and if you wanna be able to pay me back for all the coffee you've drank, your gonna have to sell yours
J: pay up, you ungrateful bitch
T:hydrophobics is immoral tbh. Shit is straight up evil
T: growing plants without soil? That's what the devil intended
J: it's like growing humans in their own blood.
T: humans are already grown with hydroponic. We sit in amniotic fluid until we're ripe
T: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT
J: For fucks sake- what is it?
T: SO BEFORE MY ROOM WAS MY ROOM IT WAS YOUR ROOM AND BEFORE THAT IT WAS DICKIE'S CHILDHOOD ROOM
J: Yeah what the fuck is up with that?
T: I know but that's not the important part
T: I WAS CLEANING UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS IN THE CLOSET
J: Why were you cleaning out the closet at 3am
T: Not important
T: I FOUND AN OLD VIDEO CAMERA WITH HOMEVIDEOS FROM WHEN DICKIE, WALLY, AND ROY WERE ALL KIDS
J: I'll get Roy, you get Dickie and Wally
T: Meet you in the living room in twenty
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Left On Read // Book TwoFanfiction
(T- Tim Drake. J-Jason Todd.) T: What do u think would happen if I put coffee instead of milk in my cereal J: It's 2am, fuck off. ---- J: LOG OUT YOU UGLY BITCH. ---- T: STARBUCKS WISHES IT COULD BE GOOD COFFEE! J: IT IS GOOD COFFEE! ---- J: What...