The Heart's Silent Accord

Chapter One

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˚₊‧꒰ა Jason Pov ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Red Hood stands outside the building with Robin, his impatience growing by the second. He leaned against the wall, the rough surface scrapping against his uniform. This mission should have been a simple in-and-out job, but Oracle's delays were testing his patience. He let out a frustrated sigh as he glanced over at Robin, who stood silently next to him. "When is she going to give us the signal?" he muttered, tapping his foot against the pavement.

Jason had been looking forward to spending the day with his best friend Roy, finishing off the final season of Breaking Bad, which they had started the previous night. They had almost burned through the entire fourth season in one sitting, eager to find out how the story would end. However, their plans were interrupted when Jason received a text from Alfred, informing him that Penguin had been spotted at the Gotham Museum. Jason's disappointment was palpable.

Breaking Bad with Roy sounded a hell of a lot better than listening to Babs' instructions. And to top it all off, he didn't sign up for the brat's mouth. Working with Robin was bad enough, but having to listen to the kid's constant complaints and backtalk was the icing on the cake. Jason already dreaded the night ahead.

Red Hood let out a heavy sigh, his patience running thin as he spoke into his comm. "This is getting on my nerves, O. How long are we supposed to sit here twiddling our thumbs?"

"Be patient," came Oracle's cool, measured reply. "Our intel is all in place. We just need to wait for the right moment to move."

Hood crossed his arms tightly, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on his biceps. His gaze was fixed on the city skyline, where the tall buildings, lit by the soft glow of streetlights and the silvery light of the moon, seemed to mock his inaction. The itch to do something, anything, was almost unbearable.

Robin stood beside him, equally as impatient as his mentor. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, his young eyes scanning the museum for any sign of movement. "I don't understand why we have to stand here and wait," he muttered, his voice betraying his irritation. "We should be doing something, not just standing around like sitting ducks."

The vigilante rolled his eyes, his patience wearing thin. "Because, if you haven't figured it out, we're waiting for Oracle's signal. We don't want to barge in there and mess everything up."

Robin huffed. He never seemed to not huff around him. "I get that, but how much longer do we have to wait?"

Red Hood let out a heavy sigh of impatience, his eyes rolling skyward at the sound of Robin's voice. "Until Oracle gives us the go-ahead," he replied, his tone sharp and irritated. "Until then, you'll have to learn some patience, brat."

Robin's frustration only grew at this sentiment, and he crossed his arms defiantly. "You're the one to talk," he muttered, his words edged with irritation. "I don't understand why I got stuck with you tonight."

Red Hood couldn't contain the smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth at Robin's blatant irritation. "Ah, there it is," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "I was wondering how long it was gonna take for you to let that out." He chuckled humorlessly, his eyes never leaving the museum. "Don't worry, kid. I'm not exactly thrilled to be partnered with you either."