Random OneShots

Boys don't cry

By: BluDye on Ao3

Rinney
Brance

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Now it wasn't necessarily his intention to forget about the bruise that was on his face, he just did.

It may seem like a stupid reason, but it was true.

He got quite a beating at school the day before, and it took the night to be visible, sadly.

There was not much Finney could do about it, so he just grabbed his bag, and made his way back to hell- the school.

Maybe school would've been fun, if everyone didn't hate him, and call him a freak of nature, which was completely unfair since Bruce, Robin and Vance quite literally came back to life.

However, no one would dare to say anything bad about them.

Though it probably wouldn't matter since Vance usually skipped, Robin was a great fighter, and Bruce- well, everyone loved Bruce, no reason to shit talk him.

Finney was glad he was the only one who got bullied, but at the same time, he wished that even he didn't get bullied.

Sometimes, a selfish part of him wished that the annoying kids were the ones taken by the grabber, not the ones who just wanted to live.

However, he always quickly put the idea out of his mind, since nobody should've gone through the pain that the rest did.

And yet, maybe if others understood, Finney wouldn't be such an outcast, he wouldn't have to worry about paths or people.

But there was no point in dreaming about things that would never happen, in the unrealistic, romantic ideas of living happily.

This was the town he was born in, and the town he was going to die in.

Finney had just approached the school when he saw Robin standing at the gate, with Bruce as per usual.

Rolling his eyes, Finney walked up to them, "Hey guys." He smiled.

They were about to answer back when Robin noticed the bruise.

"FINN, Dios mio, who did this to you?" He grabbed Finney's cheeks and pulled the latters face closer so he could inspect the damage.

Finney turned bright red and quickly pulled away, "I was not looking where I was going and hit an open cupboard door.."

Robin frowned but accepted, Bruce just sighed and wrapped his arm around Finney's shoulders as a side hug, "We should get going to class."

Finney nodded, agreeing to let go of the subject, and just as they turned around.

"Not even waiting for me? That's just rude." Vance stalked his way over to the group, hands in pockets and hair roughed up.

"Wow, what happened to you?" Robin raised a brow at Vance's antics, but the older just grinned.

"Someone got on my nerves today already." He showed off the bloody teeth as Bruce fussed over him.

Finney rolled his eyes, "This early?" He asked, amused, he didn't remember when he stopped being scared of Vance, he sort of just, did.

"Yeah, those corner store bastards, thought they would get away from me." Vance let out a laugh, kind of like a villain.

Biting on his cheek, Finney nodded and raised a brow, "So are you going to go to class or..?"

Bruce finally let go of Vance's arm- in which the latter seemed to pout a bit- "Of course! My god you all are just so good at distracting." He grabbed Finney under the arm and they walked along.