Gotham's New Bird | T. Drake

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Robyn woke with a start, hearing music. It wasn't loud, but it was there. Just enough to wake her and confuse her. She sat up and rubbed her sleep-swollen eyes, yawning.

She broke out giggling when she heard the familiar tune: Lights by Journey. Seriously? Who would play Journey this early in the morning?

She grabbed a pullover sweatshirt and padded to her apartment door. Before she even opened it, she knew exactly who was playing Journey at eight-thirty in the morning.

She knocked on Cooper's door, laughing quietly to herself. There was a bang, then loud footsteps drawing closer to the door. Cooper's head popped out, eyes squinting. He looked hungover. His eyes were dark and he had a pale face and his hair was messy. Most of all, he was holding a giant pair of basketball shorts to his scrawny waist. Robyn took sight of this and smirked, as he was wearing only those shorts.

"Have a fun night, Watson?" She teased. He groaned, but cocked a crooked smirk. His eyes closed and he leaned his head on the door frame.

"I know I did. I just can't remember." His voice was nearly gone. It was throaty and lower than usual; to be honest, it was kind of hot. Robyn smiled. It was definitely louder last night.

"Is Sherlock still here?" She asked. Cooper looked at the shorts, then gave her a look.

"Let me know when you two are feeling better. I want to meet him, you know." Cooper nodded, then closed the door in her face. She heard the heavy footsteps trudge away. Then the music turned off. Robyn laughed as she headed back to her apartment.

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Robyn's face was plastered with makeup to cover the slightly relevant bruising still working on healing. She wore long sleeves to cover her stitches. She'd taken the bandages off and stitches out a while ago, finding that they were pretty much useless due to her wounds healing rather quickly.

The staff greeted Robyn cheerily and she greeted them back, throwing on an apron. She began to serve couples and families like usual. It was a fairly pleasant shift until one man had one too many.

"Sir," Robyn started, "our policies state that if you've had up to five alcoholic substances, we cannot give you any more." The blonde man's gray eyes were glazed over and his nose and cheeks were slightly pink, showing that he was, indeed, drunk.

"Now," he pointed a finger and began to try to reason with her, "I am not... drunk. I can call your manager." His words were slurred.

"I can go get him, if you'd like, but he'll say the same thing." She said. The man stood up and smiled a drunken smile. His hand lifted and he held up his first two fingers.

"Fine. I'll go somewhere else. And I'm never coming back. Scout's honor." He stumbled past her. Honestly, there was little to no correlation to what he just said, but she dealt with more confusing statements.

Then a large hand clamped around her bicep and yanked her around to face the drunk man. His free hand dove for her breasts, but Robyn smacked it away.

"'S'matter? I just think you're just so beautiful," he said, lust filling his glazed eyes.

"Go home before I throw you out." Robyn leaned close and growled, not wanting to make a scene in the rather peaceful bar. The man groaned and dipped his head in closer to her face. His lips grazed her ear. She slapped his face, making him stumble back and wind his arm up for a punch, which Robyn caught.

"You're quick," he slurred and smirked. Robyn twisted his arm, forcing him to follow the motion and turn so she was behind him. Robyn looped her arms around the man's shoulders and entwined her fingers behind the man's head, rendering him semi-useless. She pushed him to the door, smiling and nodding at a couple who watched the whole scene unfold. As soon as the both of them were outside, she kicked behind the man's knees, forcing him down, and untangled her arms in one fluid motion.