Robin

"Ha. If that was going to happen, it would have happened years ago."

It was nice being in Wayne manor again. Nostalgic.

Robin walks with Bruce quietly, limping gently.

"How's Alfred been?"

Ughhh. Why does Bruce have to point out the obvious? Okay, yes, maybe Robin is a little more injured than he wanted to admit.

"Fine fine... I'll stay."

Most of his weight is on his left leg, arm cradled up to his chest.

Ah, that does get a little huff of amusement from Robin.

"... If I leave fast enough....

Though, it's been a while since I've seen Alfred."

- as if Bruce didn't do just that. As if Robin hadn't come here seeking Bruce's care.

Ugh. While Robin is no longer petrified of failing Bruce, the feeling does linger. The night had been a failure on his part. The trafficking operation had been disrupted, but not ended, and now they'd change location.

He slowly begins to get to his feet.

"You don't have to take care of me," -

Robin gives a little nod.

"Yeah. I know."

It had been something he meant to stock up on, but had lost track of things.

Fuck, his muscles hurt. A lot of him hurts. He begins pulling away from the hug.

It wouldn't be Bruce without reprimands.

Robin's eyes close briefly as he feels the steady rise and fall of Bruce's chest against his own.

"Sorry." Sounding more like himself when he apologizes this time. There's still a twinge of fear in him--that he's a disappointment.

"Plans went FUBAR."

-Robin didn't have antidote at his place.

-Robin had been in combat with a few lackeys when Scarecrow had managed to spray the fear toxin.

Boy wonder had barely been able to get out of there before the toxin had begun to do its thing. He was lucky to have made it to the batcave without crashing, but he knew it was the place to go. -

-be quite deadly depending on the circumstance.

"We're good..." His voice is a little thick, a little rough.

The fight he had tonight was not the one he thought he was going into. What was supposed to be a simple drug-trafficking operation just turned out to be one of the Scarecrow's warehouses.-

Robin lets out one little sound of emotion. He doesn't want to, but his compromised mental state makes him less stable than he'd like to be.

Bruce was triggering a lot of tender feelings for Robin.

"Yeah." He clears his throat. He knows the fear-toxin can actually prove to -

// also Robin is a pretty name for a pretty boy 😍🥰😍🥰

// This is Acceptable

// he's called Robin because we aren't calling him Dick

-Bruce), he can accept it in front of his adoptive father.

Robin's arms move to slowly wrap around Bruce and return the hug, his body giving a little tremor-y shake as more tension leaves him.

Robin lets out a shaky breath, allowing himself to relax against Bruce. As much as Robin wanted to impress the man, Robin also trusted him. They've been through a lot together.

Bruce knows him better than anyone.

While Robin doesn't like being so... Vulnerable (something he picked up from -

-family's death.

".. Sorry..."

This time his apology is soft, and not for being a poor excuse for a son and side-kick.

Robin's expression turns from wild panic and despair to embarrassed self-awareness.

He still has to blink away some of the hallucinations, but the antidote is slowly working.

But... Bruce's gentle touch was... Nice. It reminded him of when Robin was quite young, dealing with nightmares after his -

-He takes another breath. His gaze begins to gain focus. And another breath.

This whole while, Robin is struggling vaguely in Bruce's arms. Tears prick his eyes embarrassingly. The fear toxin is no joke.

Once on the floor, he almost manages to crawl away but Bruce is there with the antidote, and Robin is breathing it in.

Slowly, his heart begins to slow. -

a man with a beard is covering his face with his hands ALT: a man with a beard is covering his face with his hands

𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑.

➝ rp
➝ mdni
➝ canon, au, crossover friendly

"Rough night."

-Bruce now, strong and bruising.

-and Robin still desired Bruce's approval, his praise. That one of his worst fears is failing Bruce? Speaks to his priorities.

"I'm so sorry. I don't want to be up here--."

It was hard to breathe, his heart was racing so fast. The room around him seemed to be rushing. His hands grip onto -

Robin's normally clear eyes are without focus, seeing things which aren't truly there.

Bruce's words are hard to parse, and are twisted in Robin's head. Bruce was angry at him. So disappointed. Robin failed him.

"I promise, I'll do better--."

A full-grown adult, -

// nomnomnom I love this guy

-In reality, Robin was on the floor of the bat cave, absolutely losing his shit.

-"I'm sorry--."

Bruce had that look on his face. Disappointment. Robin had failed him again. Lost someone or ruined the mission or--. His mind is racing, shadows everywhere.

Looking down, and how did they get so high up--?? Robin thought he'd gotten over his fear of heights...

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