in which the King of Hawkin's High falls for the town 'psycho'
or
where Dallas finally opens up to someone other than her dog
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july 4th 1985.
The two guards carry Steve through the corridors, his feet dragging across the floor as they carelessly toss him to the floor of the room.
Robin grunts as she falls to the floor, shoved in by two guards too before the doors close, "Hey, Steve?"
She crawls over shaking him gently, "Steve? Steve?"
The door opens again, the Captain walking in and Robin kneels beside Steve protectively, "What did you do to him? Where's Dallas?"
He lifts a hand, slapping her across the face making her fall backwards, she whimpers as the man says something in Russian just as the door opens again. A bloodied and unconscious Dallas being carried by a single guard.
"Don't touch him! Steve, wake up, Steve?"
The guard pulls three chairs together strapping them down, as the guards step back ignoring Robin's protests as she yells.
Dallas groans, squinting as the lights become too bright for her and angling her head down, letting the loose strands that have fallen out of her ponytail cover her face. "Dallas? Hey, wake up."
"I'm awake, Buckley, shh."
She groans and turns to watch Steve, who is strapped to her right, the guard clicks his tongue as he grabs Steve's hair pulling his head up to look at him, "Hey! Don't touch him, asshat!"
"Steve?" Robin calls, "Steve, can you hear me?"
"I think your friend needs a doctor."
He walks around them pausing in front of Robin who stares up at him, breathing heavily as she tries to control her anger, "Good thing we have the very best."
He starts laughing, turning to face the guards behind him, but when he turns back to Robin he's greeted with her spit landing right in his face.
He lifts the white tissue to wipe it away and she lifts her head definitely, "You're going to regret that, little bitch."
He stands and moves away from her and when he's out of her sight and in front of Dallas she lets go of the breath she'd been holding.
His hand curls around Dallas' jaw lifting her to see him, her lip is split and nose obviously broken, but that's it, Steve's much worse, bruised cheekbone, swollen eye, bloodied nose, split lip, maybe even a broken rib or two.
She flares her nostrils slightly as he stares up at him, he inspects her carefully, moving her face from side to side, "Maybe we should have hit a little harder, make you a little prettier."
She bites down on his hand hard and he yelps, a screeching sort of sound as he pulls back, watching her spit the blood drawn from his hand onto his boots.
