#600000k word slowburn

[cant-have-shit-in-gotham]

So my Boss is curr’ntly passed out on my blood couch an’ has been since I dug ‘im outta a dumpster across the city three hours ago.

“Why should I care?” Ya ask?

Well.

My Boss just so happ’ns ta be the sc’urge a Gotham’s underworld, th’ Red Hood. He also happ’ns ta make adorable li’l wheeze-whines when ya try ta move ‘im. I’m half tempted ta move ‘im to th’ normal couch (he’s stitched up good enough that he ain’t really bleedin’) jus’ ta get a recording.

He sounds like a kicked puppy.

The Red Hood

A kicked puppy

[cant-have-shit-in-gotham]

@trigger-happy-in-red

> *a picture of Robin 2 sitting on Wil’s kitchen counter with mint ice cream*

> Yer broth’r harrass’d me inta givin’ ‘im ice cream :/

[cant-have-shit-in-gotham]

When Wil sits down to eat, he finds that the soup is very, very good.

@one-flying-grayson

Wil knocks on the door to Hood’s safehouse with the gift basket. Tucked into the basket is a bright red carnation.

[cant-have-shit-in-gotham]

Wil looks more and more uncomfortable as they speak, but laughs uproariously when they say that he’d deck Hood.

“Thanks, Ar.” He smiles.

Arlo sat on the floor in front of the couch, reading a book. He had texted Wil the night before, but the two had yet to talk.

( @back-in-blood )

“Hey, Arlo. Ya need’d me fer somethin’?”

[cant-have-shit-in-gotham]

> Thank ya kindly, Boss.

@trigger-happy-in-red

> *a picture of Robin 2 sitting on Wil’s kitchen counter with mint ice cream*

> Yer broth’r harrass’d me inta givin’ ‘im ice cream :/