𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴

Pre Fair Preparation

As Robbie stood in the barber shop looking at the different hairstyles, he started rubbing his hair forward. His hair wasn't too far gone for waves, so he could get a wave level cut. Then he'd have to finally pick up the brush at home that he never used and finally use it. Robbie frowned. That sounded like a lot. Maybe he'd just get a lineup and gel his hair back. His hair was long enough.

The rap music in the barbershop was booming loudly, causing Robbie to be a bit startled by a barber suddenly calling to him. "Ey Chief. Decide what cut you want yet?" Robbie shook his head, trying to find the cut he thought would look best with his hair. Walking over to the barber that had called him earlier, Robbie asked: " Which cut do you think would fit me best?" The older man studied Robbie's hair and face well. Scratching his greying beard, he smiled. "You look like the type of guy to wear a pompadour. It fits your facial structure well and- hey where you going Chief?" He said, as Robbie had started to walk away. "Ain't no way I'm wearing that 90's stuff." He said, pushing the door. Laughing the man had to call him back, explaining that there was a modern version of a pompadour haircut and that he would look great in it. Upon hearing that, Robbie gave the man a partially convinced look, before plopping down in the chair.

"Hey, by the way, mind telling me your name? Or should I keep calling you 'Chief'? Robbie chuckled. "The name's Robbie. Robbie Malcom." The man smiled. M'names Tyler Jackson, but da bois know me as TJ or Daddy J fo tha shawties." He said, before erupting into laughter, loudly high fiving another barber. Robbie chuckled, watching as the barber put the trimming apron around his neck. As TJ turned on his shear, Robbie realized that he has two small problem. He was impervious to every single material that he had tried, and iron was definitely among them. He was so used to wearing his power blocking watch that he hadn't remembered about his invulnerability. Panicking, Robbie shot up from the barber's chair, trying to think of an excuse. "I-I gotta go." Chuckling, TJ nudged the barber beside him with his elbow gently, mistaking Robbie's hesitance for fear. "Relax Robbin. I got this." Before Robbie could answer, TJ gently pushed Robbie back into the chair, starting the hair clipper. Robbie bit the inside of his cheek, nervously trying to think his way out of this. Before he could continue his thoughts, the man tried to put the hair clipper to his hair. Robbie dodged the shear, once more hopping up from his chair. TJ sighed, turning off the machine. "Look man you gotta trust me. I promise you I will do the best I can." Robbie chuckled sheepishly. "Er, I had forgotten that I put gel in my hair this morning. It needs to be washed out, so I cant trim today." TJ nodded, gesturing that be could get off the chair. Saluting TJ, Robbie walked out of the barbershop, putting his goods on, and hopping onto his bicycle. Pedaling away, he breathed a sigh of relief. With hair that could cut a bullet in half, that clipper would have definitely been destroyed. He had to figure out a way to get a haircut now.

After breaking down the tree, the blond haired man stepped forward, causing everyone to draw back in suspense. The sounds of sirens filled the air as black police vans entered the mall from every direction. Police where pouring out from every direction, some guiding the people away to safety, while other officers quickly faced him, each pointing guns at him. "Get down! Put your hands in the air and get down on the ground! Do it now!" The man tilted his head slightly, confused. Walking forward, he was immediately pelted with bullets, each one bouncing off his invulnerable skin, one after another. The man's confused features contorted into one of anger. Clenching his fist he jumped forward about to pummel one the officers. As the officer squeezed his eyes shut, awaiting his demise, a metallic whistle filled the air, followed by a solid clunk, causing the blond haired man to go flying. Everyone looked over to the source of the counter attack. It was a popular white haired superhero known as Blizzard, followed by his ginger headed partner Magma, his signature dark red and orange suit standing out, against his partner's sleek blue and white style. The officers gratefully tipped their hat to the duo as they worked together in sync to take the golden haired man down. As the man started to get up, the two got ready to fight at once. "Hey Magma! Let's give this guy a true taste of this fire and ice duo!"

Robbie parked his bike in front of his apartment, chaining it to a bike rack. Taking off his shopping bags, he sprinted up the stairs, eager to try on his new clothes. Arriving at his apartment room, Robbie opened the door and hurried past the twins (who were both watching TV) up the stairs and into his room. Closing the door, Robbie opened his shopping bag. Taking out his brand new jacket, Robbie checked himself out in the mirror. It did not fit him perfectly, but he could grow into it. Sighing, Robbie looked at his hair again. He needed a haircut and there was only one person who could help him do it.

After suiting up, Robbie went downstairs, telling the boys that he was going out to see a friend (Technically he's telling the truth). Flying off to Orion City, Fortitude, smirked as he soared through the clouds. Flying felt so good, and he was getting better and better at it as the days went by. Spotting the teleporter disguised as a coffee shop, Robbie adjusted his flying style and landed in front of the coffee shop.

Hey guys. It's been a while since I last updated, but school has been hectic, homework, stress, all of that. I will try to update as much as I can going forward. Again, Id like to say a billion thanks to those who have stuck it out with me, and also to hang in with me for a lil bit longer. Peace y'all! ☮️