Clothed in our grief

Chapter Thirty

"What do we do now?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. It was dark, but the domino mask that Robin wore only illuminated what he was looking at. So he ended up tying a flashlight from his utility belt to the end of the grapple hook. So there's a hook attached to a beam in the ceiling, and down that rope, at the very end, is a grapple gun with a flashlight tied lazily onto it. And it was one of those flashlights that could probably light an entire stadium, only for a few minutes though.

"There is no 'we'. I'm figuring something out right now-" He started speaking, almost glaring at you it seemed. Holding his hands up by his face and making quotations with his fingers as he said the word 'we', emphasizing it while scowling.
"There's no 'we'? Well there definitely was a 'we' when you kept telling me that I needed to get into position." You retorted, scoffing and crossing your arms.

"Tt, you're just a civilian. And you're making it awfully hard for me to concentrate." He grunted back to you. Pressing his back to the wall of the container before taking off one of his green gloves, removing the gauntlet on them first so he could remove the more softer fabric.

"What are you doing?" You asked, grimacing as you edged towards him. Wrapping your arms up in a cross under your chest to keep warm. That was an issue at hand, it was getting cold in here. And your damp red hoodie isn't going to keep doing it's job for much longer if the fumes of gasoline on it are started to bother your eyes and screw with your vision.

You watched as the light from his domino mask illuminated where his hands went, and you looked back at him to see the flat facial expression of nothing but blank and boredom. You watched his lips go from thin and pursed to parted in agitation. You looked up at his eyes, well what eyes of his you could see. If it weren't for his eyebrows making movements under his domino mask, you wouldn't have been able to tell that he had started to glare.

"It's lined with lead." He stated, pausing and then dunking his head downwards between his shoulders to look down at his feet. "It explains why we sank so fast, and why the cargo shipment container isn't rising back up to the surface. These things are suppose to float for a reason, but it seems Scorn thought ahead." Robin stated.

'It also means that Jon can't hear or see us, damn it.' Robin thought to himself, bringing his hands up to his face and wiping under his domino mask out of boredom. Watching to rub his eye, it's been itching for a while. But it's obvious, for many more obvious reasons why he can't do that.

"Scorn? Before I passed out there was somebody talking to me." You mentioned, rubbing the back of your neck. Wincing when your thumb brushed against the cold nape of your neck, making your eyes widen at the feeling you got from that. It was a quick pain, but it was pretty damn sharp.

"What did he say?" Robin asked, turning his head back up to look at you. You had to cover your eyes with your free hand, placing your hand on your forehead and letting the shadow cast from your palm. He saw this, looked up at the flashlight. He had an emergency flare in his utility belt, along with a flare gun if he ever needed that. He decided to turn off the lights from his domino mask. the light white and blue beams shut off, leaving you to sigh and place your hand back down under your chest.

"You'll see my scorn? Or you'll understand my scorn? He said something else, too. It had to do with one of my classmates. I don't really think that matters to you, though. Since i'm just a 'Civilian'." You furrowed your eyebrows together, removing your arms from under your chest and uncrossing them. Making quotations with the word 'Civilian' just as he had done with 'we'. The creases in your eyes from how you narrowed them only proved slight shadows on your face. And if robin looked close enough? Your temple twitched a little bit whenever you seemed to get annoyed. But when your jaw tightened, he noticed this meant you were about to retort with something. He takes note of this, because after all. Isn't he the world's greatest detective's son?