I don't give a damn about my reputation

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Bruce POV

I opened my eyes slightly, the sound of my alarm clock going off. I sit up slightly, adjusting the the darkness in my room. The sun doesn't rise for ages.

I turn towards my alarm, grasping it from the draws beside my bed.

5:00 am

What?

I don't have to get up yet, I have an hour left

Simultaneously, I hear a knock at my bedroom window.
I jump slightly. I slide off of my bed and open the curtains

Robin

He points to my coat, shoes, and belt, gesturing for me to open the window. I oblige, unlocking my window. I grab my coat, glancing briefly at Vance. He's still asleep.

"Come on, mi jugador de beisbol. Let's not wait for it to be summer again," he grins at me, helping me climb down the pipe outside my window

"Hey, did you set my alarm?"

"Obviously. You're always busy with your novio rubio, We haven't had a proper chat in a while"

"Novio rubio?" I ask. Robin speaks Spanish to mess with me and Finney, I swear

"Doesn't matter. Anyway, let's go get Finney"

"But, what about Vance? I can't just leave him in my-

"We won't be too long, cuervo. We're just talking"

We walk a few blocks, chatting and joking on the way. I will admit, I haven't spoken to Robin recently, or Finney. I do feel a bit bad, but I'm sure they understand?

"Okay, stay here, I'll go wake Bella Durmiente"

I laugh. I actually understand what that means. He calls Finney that. Only Finney. It's kind of a "romantic" nickname.

A few minutes later, I see a tired looking Finney following behind Robin, rubbing his eyes.

"Okay, now everyone is here, I wanna talk about something," Robin leads, gesturing for us all to sit down in the grass. I kneel down, the cold, dampness of the ground on my finger tips

"Right. We haven't got long. Principe Encantador here wants to get back to his Princesa"

"Wait what?"

"Moving on. Bruce, buddy. We're worried about you. You've been spending a lot of time with Vance."

I sit there in slight shock

Why is everyone so worried about me, when it involves Vance?

"What do you mean, Robin?" I inquire

"I mean. He is dangerous. I'm not saying you shouldn't talk to him, I saw what happens to people when they insult Vance in-front if you," he breaks eye contact with me briefly, looking at my bruised knuckles

"How did you-

"I know everything buddy. Tommy is my friends cousin. He's not very happy with you"

"Really? I couldn't tell." I spit, clenching my fists

"Buddy, calm down. I'm not telling not to see him. I'm saying to be cautious. Even I know that puta is a slippery bastard."

I look Robin in the eye. I suppose he has a point. Vance's reputation is pretty bad. He's known for his violence

"Also," Robin continues "is it true that James got his face pummelled. By Vance. Because he said something racist to you?"

My heart twists slightly