You Stole My Coffee, Prepare To Die
“The battle of wits has begun,” Jason says, putting a threatening growl into his voice. “It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right, and who is dead.”
“This is the stupidest thing you could have ever done,” Tim splutters, bewildered. “All I have to do is use the data I have on what kind of person you are - are you the kind of person who would poison your own shit, or would you poison mine?”
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After being called in as backup to take care of a sick Tim, Jason ends up in a battle of wits against a vengeance-driven Robin. Such a reversal of roles can only be described as, well, inconceivable!
