Thirty Days (A Birdflash Fanfiction)

Day 1: Holding Hands

It was hard to pinpoint the exact moment when the mission went wrong. Maybe it had been doomed from the start. It didn't matter.

Robin and Kid Flash were racing through corridors, each indistinguishable from the last, passing a rebreather back and forth. Robin had Kid Flash's hand in a firm grip. They could barely see three feet ahead of them.

"I could run us out of here," Kid Flash said through the rebreather.

"No," Robin said firmly, tugging him along. "You'll smack us into a wall and lose the rebreather and then we'll be in trouble."

Kid Flash passed Robin the rebreather. "If you say so."

"Trust me." Robin took in a deep breath of filtered air before passing it back. The team was waiting for them outside the building somewhere; Robin had insisted they stay away. It wouldn't do anyone any good if more people inhaled whatever this stuff was. Kid Flash vowed to carry a rebreather everywhere he went from now on.

Despite the crappiness of the situation, though, the whole hand-holding thing was pretty nice.

Robin kicked down a door and the pair stumbled out into the fresh, night air. The rush of clean oxygen made Kid Flash feel a little light-headed. Robin laughed weakly beside him.

"You know," said Kid Flash, taking out the rebreather, "I could get used to this."

"I thought we already were."

"Not the whole getting ourselves into dangerous situations thing," Kid Flash clarified. "Got used to that years ago. I mean this." He squeezed Robin's hand. Robin shoved him, but the grin on his face told Kid Flash all he needed to know.