Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
Jason, trying to intimidate Tim: you think you can escape me? in the league of assasins they used to call me the executioner. do you know how fucked up you have to be to get an organisation of assassins to give you a murder-centric title?!?! DO YOU?!?!?
Tim, eyes wide: dude i didn’t realise they were your waffles i’m sorry-
Damian in the doorway: they were MY waffles that Todd stole from ME.
Jason:
Tim:
Damian: and for the record nobody called you ‘the executioner’. most of us called you ‘pebbles’ because after you were brought out of the pit we kept finding you throwing pebbles into the pond in the courtyard
Tim, fighting a smirk: …pebbles?
Jason, to Tim: i will slam you up against this wall.
Damian, humming: he does have a strong arm. all that pebble throwing practice.
Jason: OK I WILL CALL YOUR MOTHER-
(jason totally taught damian how to skip rocks instead of training him one morning and damian would rather die than admit its one of his favourite memories)