The Justice League party had been going strong for hours now. Laughter and chatter filled the spacious hall, where heroes were lounging in comfy chairs or standing around in small groups. It wasn’t every day the Justice League hosted a casual get-together, so everyone was making the most of it.
They were playing a game, an innocent little card game designed to uncover ridiculous secrets, making even the most stoic heroes crack a smile. Lighthearted questions like “Who’s had a pet lizard named ‘A Lizard’?” and “Who ate an entire can of cat food on a dare?” had already brought about some surprising revelations.
Wonder Woman picked up the next card and read it aloud. “Who’s attempted the most murder?”
The room went quiet for a beat, then a collective chuckle rose as eyes darted toward a familiar leather jacket and red helmet.
“Come on, guys,” said Hal Jordan, leaning back with a smirk. “This one’s too easy. Three, two, one…”
The entire Justice League pointed at Red Hood without hesitation, smirks spreading across their faces.
But at that exact moment, across the room, the Batfamily moved in perfect synchronization. Every single member—Batman, Nightwing, Batgirl, Signal, Robin, even Red Hood himself—pointed directly at Red Robin.
Including Red Robin.
The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment as everyone processed what had just happened. Superman blinked, his hand still pointing at Jason Todd. “Wait. What?”
Red Robin gave a nonchalant shrug, offering a sheepish smile. “I mean... yeah,” he admitted, raising an eyebrow at his own family’s unwavering unanimity.
Jason let out a bark of laughter and clapped Tim on the back. “I may have a reputation, but Tim here has the intent and planning down to an art. You all have no idea what he’s capable of.”
“Really?” Barry Allen chimed in, skeptical. “Red Robin?”
Tim flashed a mischievous grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’d be surprised how often someone ends up on a rooftop, begging for their life because they crossed the wrong Gothamite.” He tilted his head, as if considering it. “Besides, it’s only attempted murder if you don’t finish the job.”
The room was filled with a mix of shocked silence and awkward chuckles as the weight of his words settled in.
Bruce sighed, rubbing his temples. “We don’t talk about that,” he muttered under his breath.
Dick leaned in closer to Barry, whispering conspiratorially, “Tim's got a list. Organized by name, crime, and preferred method.”
“He keeps it on a spreadsheet,” Damian added with a smirk. “Color-coded.”
The Justice League exchanged uneasy glances. Maybe this game wasn’t so lighthearted after all.
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Tim Drake oneshots
FanfictionOne-shots about my dear Tim Drake. Side note I will not be doing Tim x Female Reader
