Tim didn't balk when Jason invited him deeper into his territory, but he did make a face. Mostly because he hadn't even come close to treating Jason like a lapdog, so it was a silly comment. But he knew it was special that he was being permitted to patrol with Jason in the Narrows. Bruce would have a cow if he knew. Tim doesn't even think twice, just walks along with him down the street.
Did the Red Hood usually patrol at street level? It made sense, since everyone saw him as a vicious gang leader. Not something that Tim could pull off in any part of Gotham on his own. At first he was quiet, gazing around with a curiosity that he couldn't mask even behind his domino. The place looked a lot better than Tim had been led to believe. No kids on the corners doing drugs or selling their bodies underage, no bodies left lying in alleyways to rot, no little old ladies getting their purses snatched. Whatever Jason was doing, it was working.
His head snapped to look back over at the metal helmet at the question, eyebrows furrowed. "My mother was... gifted, wasn't she?" The younger of the two sounded a little hesitant, but only because it was still so hard to believe. That he could go his whole life having no idea what she was capable of. What he might be capable of. "Magic, if it gets passed down, it's always through the mother. And you believe she passed it to me. That's why you called me that. That's why you told me about her."
His gloved hand reached back to rub at the back of his neck, showing his discomfort with the whole idea of it. Even if he were capable of learning magic, who would teach him? What would Bruce do if he found out. What would Ra's do if he found out? Or did he already know? Was that why he was obsessed with him?
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Did the Red Hood usually patrol at street level? It made sense, since everyone saw him as a vicious gang leader. Not something that Tim could pull off in any part of Gotham on his own. At first he was quiet, gazing around with a curiosity that he couldn't mask even behind his domino. The place looked a lot better than Tim had been led to believe. No kids on the corners doing drugs or selling their bodies underage, no bodies left lying in alleyways to rot, no little old ladies getting their purses snatched. Whatever Jason was doing, it was working.
His head snapped to look back over at the metal helmet at the question, eyebrows furrowed. "My mother was... gifted, wasn't she?" The younger of the two sounded a little hesitant, but only because it was still so hard to believe. That he could go his whole life having no idea what she was capable of. What he might be capable of. "Magic, if it gets passed down, it's always through the mother. And you believe she passed it to me. That's why you called me that. That's why you told me about her."
His gloved hand reached back to rub at the back of his neck, showing his discomfort with the whole idea of it. Even if he were capable of learning magic, who would teach him? What would Bruce do if he found out. What would Ra's do if he found out? Or did he already know? Was that why he was obsessed with him?
"I'm not sure what to do about all of this."