"Why'd you come, you knew you should have stayed"

Heathens-Twenty One Pilots

I've been sitting on the stupid bench outside the police station all day doing absolutely nothing other than people watch. It started raining even harder so I couldn't exactly just drive away. I slump further down as I see him walking over to his car. Wonder what he's doing. No, who cares. His life's gotta be shit right? Yeah, yeah. Should I.... No. But I have nothing else to do now since I don't want to head back home in the dark... No! Don't even think about it Alison....

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Okay, so I followed him. You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat, ha good one. I've been watching him in his car stake out some place for like an hour. I'm getting bored, this was bad idea.

As I'm about to leave and find somewhere to crash for the night I see him move and something scan his eye. Are you serious? He still has it?! Well I don't need to watch that. He fucking kept it! Quitting Robin my ass! Dick was actually Robin before Jason, back in the day. I hope Dick gets his shit kicked it.

He exits his car a few minutes later and follows some men to an alleyway close by where another group of men are waiting. One of the men throw a duffel bag over to the other. Ah, drug deal, how cute. A dark skinned man bends down to the bag, pulls out a green stuffed tiger, cutting it open with a knife, and pulls out a small bag of pink pills.

"Pink?" He asks.

"The kids love it," The man who tossed the bag responds. I roll my eyes, when's "Robin" gonna make his appearance, I'm getting bored here. As if right on cue, a person makes a noise and jumps from building to building. "What was that?" The same man who was just making his sales pitch calls out.

"I'm only here for Tyler Hackett," Dick speaks up causing all of them look around, a few grab their guns. "Robin" reveals himself as he jumps down landing on a car that's behind both groups. Well, well, there it is. The classic red, green, yellow, and black suit. Jason's is definitely better. "Leave the drugs. Leave the guns. And walk away," He commands.

"Where's Batman and Tamer?" One of the guys asks and the ones standing around him cocks their guns, looking everywhere. I smirk at the mention of me.

"They could be anywhere man. They're up there somewhere. Look up. Look up," Another one says.

"Where are they?" A third one shouts.

"Hey. The little birdie's alone," One of them wearing a bandana concludes, chuckling confidently.

Robin throws a grappling hook at him sending him into the car windshield.

The rest get their guns ready as Dick throws down a smoke bomb. They all start coughing and shooting blindly as the one who brought the drug bag picks it up, shooting along with them. What a waste it would be to not join the party, good thing I'm always prepared. I peel off my top layer itching to release the pent up energy that's been festering all day.

Dick pulls out his R-shaped throwing stars flinging them at both groups, hitting each one of them. As they pause in pain he runs closer kicking one of their legs.

Maybe I should just let him get shot, that would be funny... and well deserved. Alright, let's do this.

I jump down from the rooftop I was on, landing on one of their backs. "What the hell," He mutters. I do a back-stabber to him and then flip back up onto my feet. Spots start to form but I quickly blink them away to see his face contort to pain and horror when he sees who it is.

"Surprise," I smirk, "Looks like the "little birdie's'" not alone after all."

One of them puts their gun up to Dick's head, but Dick grabs their arm, bends it, and stabs two other guys with his R's. One tries to sneak up behind me. I swiftly scorpion kick him upside the jaw. Dick grabs one by the back of the head and drags his face down the side of the brick building leaving a trail of blood. Gross.

Damn I missed this. It's only been a couple days, but that's a couple days too long.

Dick and I start snapping bones and avoiding bullets, fighting perfectly in sync. Two people run up to us with a knives, but we instantly reverse the blade onto them with ease. Dick starts punching another one repeatedly, getting blood on his face as I roundhouse kick two guys to the ground, stomping on their chest as I move forward. My head starts pounding loudly but I ignore it.

Dick and I look to see what's left. There are five guys still standing looking scared. The one with the duffle bag takes off running.

"Tyler, where you going man?" The one in the middle hollers before Dick uses his grappling hook to hit that one and the one on his left with a trashcan, only taking down the middle guy.

Dick pulls out his signature escrima sticks and starts fighting the two still standing. The one on the ground makes it back to his feet, going to attack Dick from behind. My turn. I slide my silver bracelet into my hand, snapping it out to fully unravel it.

It's my signature whip that I wear as a bracelet when it's not in use, that way it's always on me. I throw it out wrapping it around the mans throat. He yells as I jerk him back against the wall. I look over to see Dick's escrima sticks shoot out into a staff taking out his guys.

He glances over his shoulder at me before taking off in the direction of the one that ran off with the bag. So is that my cue to follow or? I take a minute, feeling woozy. When was the last time I ate or drank something? They always get onto me at home when I go too long without eating, but hey, I've been a little busy.

I slowly catch up to find Dick bust a car window with his staff, jerking out the duffle bag man, and rakes his face down the glass.

"If you ever touch your kid again, I will find you," He warns the whimpering slimeball. So that's what this is about. Dick knees him in the head before opening the door.  When the guy falls out he starts stomping on his chest, then hits him in the head a few times with his staff. When he's finished he steps over him, "Fuck Batman," He whispers, but I hear it.

I've stayed quiet this whole time, but that does me in. "No, you know what? Fuck you," I saunter over to him, making sure to step extra hard on the unconscious chest.

Dick whips around, "What the hell are you doing here? I didn't need your help!"

I almost falling into him as I continue, "Oh yeah? You totally could've take on, what was it, twenty against one?"

"Did he send you here?" Dick inquires.

"No, I'm on a case... and vacation. Which is now ruined, so if you'll excuse me," I push past him as my eyes start to roll to the back of head. Fucking fabulous. I feel myself floating backwards, but crash into a body rather than wet asphalt.

"Shit," Is the last thing I hear before my ears start ringing and I lose consciousness.

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