[img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/eb6e431e1a846c795949ab2e0acef380/55db5492150ca166-d0/s1280x1920/30bda1681e7d6da9efbbd2c943513514ef56ea89.png[/img]

[b][color=CE2F29][centre] Red Robin #5 - The replacement
Location - Snowy Cones Ice Cream Factory, Gotham City, New Jersey.[/centre][/color][/b]
[hr]
[quote=Robin, the short, mean one][color=007A6B]“By the way, I have a message. From Wilson. She wishes to inform you that she sorely misses ‘messing’ with you and wonders when you’ll be done pretending to be ‘your own man’.”[/color][/quote]

If there was one thing that Damian Wayne was good at, it was finding a way to get under someone's skin. It was a talent that Tim had been all so familiar with ever since the little twerp had made his way into their lives.

Heir to the infamous Ra's al Ghul, Damian was born and raised within the League of Shadows, trained from birth to be the perfect killing machine. It was only when he was deemed “ready” that the boy eventually met his father, Batman. It was safe to say that his arrival made a lasting impact on the “family” and Gotham itself. The role Tim and his brothers played in protecting this city, was something they had earned, through hard work and loyalty. Tim had proved himself to Bruce time and time again to get to where he was. Damian however expected to simply walk in and take the mantle he felt he had earned. Violent and self-important, his adoption of Robin was unlike anything Tim had ever seen before. It was dangerous.

The last Tim had heard, Damian had become the Titan’s newest nuisance. Bruce and Dick had pushed the idea, thinking that it would teach the boy how to work within a team. The idea made sense; although as Tim had learned from his last call from the team’s current leader, Wonder Girl, it seemed Damian’s attitude hadn’t changed much in the slightest. 

This was highlighted again by his comments now. 

Bringing up his old teammate, Rose Wilson, the Ravager. Judging him for trying to find his own way. The comments stung. Mostly because it was true. Tim had given up the Titans. He was on a ridiculous quest for identity. Red Robin proved that. 

He’d spent years yearning to become just like Bruce. To be the Batman. Yet here, standing before him, was his mentor’s actual son. The true heir. As such, what did that make him?
He wanted to hold his tongue. To not give in to Damian’s taunt. Sadly, that was too difficult to do.

“[color=CE2F29]Well, at least I’m being missed during my leave of absence.[/color]” What was the harm in a few insults anyway? It’s not Damian was the kind of person to let it bother him. 

He moved away from his shorter companion, and looked down upon the factory once more, as he readjusted his grappling gun. 

“[color=CE2F29]Now if you are assisting me with this, we do it my way.[/color]” He realized how patronising he must’ve sounded as he spoke, yet Tim didn’t stop. “[color=CE2F29]Freeze isn’t someone I want to just go in swinging against. We could actually help him here.[/color]”