Not the Role Model Type

chapter eight teen

They were too late. Damian and Danica got there he moment you crashed the large stone onto Aloras head, they got there right in time to listen to the loud cracking of her skull, the squishing of her brain. The sound of the blood running down her skull, her face hidden by the small boulder. The look on your face, though. that sadistic grin, those wide eyes, the way your left eye twitched. And you only barely got a wiff of Joker Gas.

Damian felt his stomach churn at the sight, normally it wouldn't have bothered him. But ti was you, and it was Alora. She was his friend, and he was unsure of his feelings towards you. He felt his heart pounding forcefully against his ribs, eyes widening as he watched your head slowly turn in his and Danica's direction, both of your eyes scanning over the matching R's on yours and his chest.

Danica's face remained still, patient, calm. She kept a stern look, her eyes narrowed, no wrinkles that showed she was angry. Nothing of that sort. Her lips weren't turned into a scowl, her nose wasn't crinkled in disgust. She started to slowly make her way over to you, watching as the contaminated air in your lungs slowly lost it's effect, Damian followed behind.

The fire in the distance made it only a little hard to breathe, smoke in the air, the crackling in the distance was loud for the three of you to hear. Your arms went limp to your side, and Danica heard what sounded like a bone or two readjusting as you moved.

Your pupils dialated back to their normal size, instead of the tiny narrow bits of black that looked like the pin point of a needle, they resized to the size of a small coin. Your eyebrows raised in shock, your bottom lip quivered.

Damian made his way over to you quickly, taking off his cape and letting the latch over his shoulders buckle back into place as he held the material in his hands, watching your movements.

You reached out for Alora's body, eyes widening in fear as your fingers just barely grasped at her before Damian grabbed your hand and held it tightly in his own, staring at you through the white lenses of his green domino. He quickly wrapped his slightly long cape around you before all of your tears broke loose and you started to cry. Danica watched in silence.

[Your p.o.v]
You cried, much like before. Like the last time you and Robin were like this. But instead of you throwing yourself over onto him, he grabbed you and held you close to him, wrapping the cape tighter around your body as he held your head to his chest and let your tears soak into his kevlar vest. Your cries and groans sending those same vibrations through his body, you were remembering every feeling. How it felt to have the rain pelt your head, the warmness that the cape brought onto your body. Feeling the body warmth that came from the boy who wore it before, this time not from the ten year old, but the teenager that held you in his arms right now. The unknown boy you knew you'd never know the identidy of.

It was different this time, he rested his chin on top of your head and his grip on you was tighter, he actually had motion to you this time other than just remaining still while you gripped his body. You shook in his grasp, unable to see over his shoulder as you cried into his chest. But you knew the second girl, the other Robin, was looking at you in silence. Was judging, was mentally noting against this.

"I-I I killed her." You said, you felt his chin moving on the top of your head, he was shaking his own. As if to tell you that you were wrong.

"No, you didn't kill her. You weren't in control of your actions. This is not your fault." Robin reassured you, you felt him moving above you, taking your head and moving it in front of his, holding your chin with his index finger and middle to direct his gaze directly to his own. Locking eye to eye. Though you didn't see his eyes behind the white lenses, but it made you feel...different? Like a bond that reassured you, and he was using it to his advantage.