#im not overly familiar with dc but if he's regular robin i figure he's probably still a kid

[normaltothemax]

'Look out your window' And outside of Clint's window? Robin is there, perched on the edge of a fire escape, cheeky grin spread across a young face as he waved. "Hi!" He chirped. "I hear you've charmed Nightwing, I'm glad, he deserves some happiness. Just a fair warning: hurt him and I will destroy you, digitally and physically." -arobinwithoutbatman ((I am so sorry for him, he's a little protective of his brother. But also hello! I've been seeing you on my dash a lot! Your threads with dramatisperscnae are a delight to read))

He’d noticed him there a minute or so ago. Had caught a flash of colour out of the corner of his eye when he’d initially dropped down to the fire escape. Instead of addressing him, though, Clint just flips the page of his book and pretends to keep on reading. Kid’s there for a reason, hasn’t announced himself yet, might as well let him do things at his own pace.

Assuming he’s not there to just watch Clint like a mini creeper.

His phone chirps with a new text, instructions to look out his window, and he raises a brow. How the hell did this kid get his number? It’s possible that Dick gave it to him, but he’s not sure why that might’ve occurred. However it happened, he looks out the window and meets the kid’s eyes.

The costume’s a dead giveaway—Robin. The little brother; Tim. Timmy. Clint will do him the favour of pretending like he doesn’t know who the kid beneath the mask is, if only because it’ll probably save himself a lot of trouble in the long run. Mostly, though, he’s keeping his mouth shut to keep the kid from freaking out and bolting.

He doesn’t even get a word in before he’s being given a shovel talk, and he can’t stop his lips from twitching in amusement. It’s not that he doesn’t believe him—he’s heard about Tim and tech, he’s sure the kid’ll make good on his promise if he feels the need to—it’s just funny coming from the mouth of a twelve-year-old playing superhero. (And boy oh boy does Clint have opinions about that. He has to shut down that line of thinking quickly before he works himself up over the fact that kids have no place out on the field.)

“Noted.” He marks his page and sets the book aside, leaning back in his seat to cross his arms. “That all you came here to say? Or did you want to come inside? I make a mean hot chocolate.” By which he means he mixes the hot chocolate powder with warm milk, not water, and adds copious amounts of marshmallows.

@arobinwithoutbatman