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I attempt to squeeze out of my ropes, kicking the table as I do so, to no avail. The maniac laughs at me. “Sorry, Little R, but you’ll just have to sit back and watch this one play out!” Jervis informs me. His brainwashed goons set teacups in front of us that looks…vanilla flavor. “Drink up while you still-!”
“Oh.”
The word escapes my mouth before I can think about it. He snaps his head around, glaring at me and questioning with a sharp tone, “What?” Nobody has ever commented on his teas before. I point at the teacup. “I’m going to die if I drink that.”
“Oh, shut up! I didn’t poison-!”
I defensively hold up my hands best I can even though the binds restrict my movements. “I know,” is all I respond with. I don’t want to give him a hint to my identity by saying I’m allergic, but I might just have to.
Unfortunately, he picks up anyway. He lets out an energetic, “Oh!” then circles me with a laugh. “Fine. Ask and I shall deliver!”
He takes my tea away, splashing some of it on the floor before placing it on a cart. He replaces it with strawberry. “Now-!”
“Is that artificial flavoring?”
I hear Jason groan, so I shoot a sour look at him. “I can’t have those,” I inform Jarvis matter-of-factly. Unfunilly, Jason invites himself in by exclaiming, “Erm, actually-”
I try to throw the teacup at him to zero avail.
Jervis clears his throat, placing chocolate tea in front of me. I stare at it, suddenly sick. “Red Robin, don’t be modest,” Batman tells me before turning to Jarvis. “He’s allergic to that, too. Idiot.” Jervis is purely confused by now. Or maybe it’s disgust.
Jervis mutters to himself, “Oranges? No, wait, that is possibly also artificial…Green tea?”
I scrunch my nose. “Yuck!”
“Pineapple?”
“Makes my tongue tingle.”
“Grapes?!”
“Grape tea exists??”
Jervis makes a frustrated noise, flipping his body around so he’s no longer facing me. With a swift movement, he slams a plastic cup down. “Water,” he tells me through grit teeth.
“Perfect.”
“Erm, this is most exquisite-”
“JASON, I SWEAR TO GOD!”