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“You can’t be serious,” Jason stared at Barbara.
She grinned back, grin wide, “You five took the bet.”
“Yes, but you can’t expect us to wear those!”
Steph hummed, “Can I wear my current under armor still? I mean it looks like the tights I wear and with my old gloves the only way my costume would differ from my Robin one is my elbows would still be protected.”
Barabara nodded, “Of course I don’t want you to get hurt just for losing a bet.”
“Cool. Did you already remake my Robin costume in my size? You can’t expect us to actually wear our old armors, my boobs definitely wouldn’t fit!”
Tim nodded, “You’ve made some adaptations to the armors as well? I mean something that works on a kid doesn’t carry over to that of an adult without being almost pornographic. Like you gave Jason like actual pants under the leotard pattern? I mean he probably could have been arrested for public indecency in the outfit he used when he beat the shit out of me in Titan’s Tower.”
Steph turned a glare on Jason, “You attacked Tim in Titan’s Tower?”
“No!” Jason stared at Tim confused, “I haven’t even been to Titan’s Tower since before I died!”
Tim’s eyes narrowed, “You wrote on the wall with my blood.”
“What? No! I never wrote anything in blood. It’s completely impractical and that’s what crazy people do!” At the others’ looks he corrected, “Really crazy people.”
Tim pursed his lips, “The area that the blood had been on was startling clean when I woke up next. I thought somebody had just cleaned it really well… and there was no surveillance evidence of the break in… I thought you cleared it on the way out…”
Dick blinked, “And you didn’t tell anybody?”
“I told Kon! He said he’d send a message to B about the attack! You know when he was walking me to my b…ed… Fuck that was his nod and smile look.”
“Smile and nod?”
“Back when I was hallucinating all the time they’d, the other Titans, listen to me before forcing me to go to bed. He probably checked the cameras and figured out nothing happened so he didn’t bother bringing it up again. I normally forgot those hallucinations…”
Jason pinched the bridge of his nose, “Not only did you hallucinate me beating the shit out of you and apparently writing on the walls with your blood, you used to hallucinate so often your friends had a plan for it?”
“Yeah?” Tim bit his lip, “I mean I used to hallucinate if I went more than seventy two hours without sleep.”
“Used to?”
“Now I have to go at least eighty hours without sleep and eighty five for the total immersion ones like that one was. I usually make sure to sleep before the seventy five hour mark. So um,” Trying to ignore everyone stares as he turned to Barbara “You can not send him out without something covering those thighs, it’s just asking for more horrible porn.”
Barbara narrowed her eyes, “We’ll come back to your new sleep monitoring plan later but, I already updated my scanners for your code names and Robin suits. Anyone who tries will suffer the same fate as anyone who tries to make porn with any of you in it. Deletion and or prosecution as appropriate so no, none of you are getting out of this.”
Jason scowled, “What about the Demon Brat? He lost like the rest of us, you can’t be planning to let him get away with wearing his current suit.”
“TT,” Damian crossed his arms, “The punishment is wearing our original Robin suits. I am obviously not affected by this as I already wear my suit.”
Barbara smiled, “Oh no, I got something for you. I said your original or the original, you're stuck with the original.”
“Orig-unhand me Grayson!” Damian tried to squirm out of Dick’s grasp.
Dick just hugged him tighter, “We’re going to match! Me, you and Little Wing!”
“Hold up,” Jason shook his head, “My suit was different then yours, not by much but we will not be matching.”
Barabara grinned, “Your original did.”
“No.” Jason paled looking at her, “No Barbs, please you can not make me actually wear that! My thighs and that outfit will not be embarrassing, it will be an actual crime for me to wear! And not the type we ignore as vigilantes!”
“I already had everything made.”
The noise Jason made could not be described.
“Okay,” Step looked from Jason to Barbara, “There’s some lines you can’t go past for losing a bet.”
Barbara snorted, “I know. I’m pulling his leash. I didn’t put Jason in any original version of the Robin costume.”
Jason fell down into a chair, “Oh thank Gotham.”
“I just wanted to point out that I could have.”
“So,” Tim tilted his head to the side, “What did you do?”
“Since I know Jason can actually feel shame… unlike some people.”
Everyone looked at the confused looking Dick.
“Right,” Tim turned back to her, “So you did something else?”
“Basically put a print of the suit over his current suit. All the skin that wasn’t originally covered is completely black. So his pants are completely black except for the area the panties covered.”
“They’re leotards not panties!” Dick protested as Jason leaned back further into his chair letting out a relieved breath.
Barbara rolled her eyes, “Maybe on your build but a leotard never looked right on Jason. Everybody else is wearing their old suit with their current turned completely black armor underneath them. Dick you are wearing the armor with the original suit. You're not getting shot at while not wearing complete body armor.”
Dick nodded, sighing “At least I’ll still match with Baby Bat.”
“Alright.” Jason stood. “Send it to my place and tell me the night. Somebody else is telling B about this.”
Barabara grinned, “I got that.”
The group quickly disappeared, swearing, once again, to never take bets against Barbara. Not even when they’d outnumbered her and it was impossible to lose. They would again make that promise several months in the future.
Barbara did tell Bruce about the costume change for the night in question… but only after he saw all the former Robins in their Robin-attire.