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Tim was no longer awake. He needed more caffeine, but he was also nowhere near his favorite Wawa right now. God he wanted some Wawa coffee. If he was near his Wawa he knew that by the time he poured the cup of coffee, the red bull would already be on the counter waiting for him.
There was a Wawa staring at him from across the street, because of course there was. What part of town didn’t have one? Even Crime Alley had a Wawa!
…
This was, in fact, the Wawa in Crime Alley. How did he manage to get this far into Red Hood’s territory without realizing it? Oh right. The lack of caffeine. Wonder how much coffee Red Hood bought from this Wawa? Did he even bother to pay for it? Wait, that sounds dumb, he probably paid for it.
He debated on if Red Hood would shoot him for trying to get coffee or not. He needed coffee now and it would take all of…maybe two minutes? Not like he was going to get the made to order stuff, no, that was something he only got at his Wawa. Ready coffee it is!
The worker barely looked up in time to see Red Robin stumble into the store, head straight for the coffee, and start pouring the largest possible size of coffee available.
…
Was the kid trying to get himself killed? Red Hood was actively out back of the store trying wrestle the cardboard storage into something slightly less flammable at this very moment.
…Pretty sure he’s also killed the manager who had been touching the girls, but…that was unimportant for right now when one of the bats was here, alone, getting coffee. Well, possibly very important as that could be the secondary reason Red Robin was here. First was coffee. Oh. He had made a second cup and was now bringing them up and fuck he can hear the door in the back and just going to get the order ready now cause Red Hood might chill if it meant getting the food faster.
… Not like he’s in any danger even if Red Hood does pop Red Robin in the store, he’s behind the good glass tonight. Which had been paid for by said Red Hood.
Hood walks out from the back of the cold storage area/random assortment of piled bullshit the store calls a back room and just stops and stares for a moment. Why the fuck was the replacement in his fucking Wawa?
No time like the present. He aimed at Red Robin and said (at a totally normal volume, cause it’s still a tiny fucking store) “What the fuck do you think you are doing in my Wawa, replacement??” The cashier continued to violently ignore both of them and kept cleaning the cases where the cigarettes were.
Tim had the audacity to stare back at him in what appeared to be genuine surprise. “It was the closest Wawa!” He looked hung over, but Jason knew he’d mostly been an idiot and hadn’t brought enough caffeine with him. He also already had money out to pay, so at least they’re not being that fucked up when it comes to money. Fucking billionaires.
“We are, quite literally, in the fucking middle of Crime Alley. Get the fuck out of my Wawa.” The replacement had the good sense to throw a (probably twenty) dollar bill towards the cashier and fucking book it out the door and in what Jason hoped was the fastest direction out of Crime Alley.
He sighed, walked over to where the bill laid, and picked it up and handed it to the cashier. “Tell me if he comes the fuck back here, yeah?”
“Sure thing. Regular order?”
“Of course…did you see what he got?”
“Two regular black coffees, largest size? Off the bar, no idea which type he picked. You can check the footage if you’d like?” the kid said all this while piling a bunch of candy bars on the counter along with some red bull.
“Don’t think you have the authority to let me do that, but sure.” The mask and voice were not really capable of sounding amused and yet he absolutely sounded amused.
“Manager hasn’t come back in with you, so I kinda think I do.” That should worry him, but he also grew up here.
Jason stared at the kid behind the counter before laughing. “Yeah, okay, you do until shift change, yes. Go call whoever you need to, I’ll cover the counter and check the footage after.”
God damn it he was going to murder them if they didn’t stay away from his Wawa. Or territory in general.