[well, it doesn't feel like a bite. and a moment later he thinks--of course it doesn't, he remembers, Steve never once hurt him. not really.
but the last time he ran into someone in their own world, they'd been twisted into a certifiable madman bent on destroying everything around them (all in the hopes that their fate-mother would just come down from on high and give them the time of day). this Steve doesn't know him, apparently, and Robin doesn't have a whole lot of reason to assume that he knows this Steve any better.]
No sir, I ain't with anyone.
[that tiny hope of familiarity fizzles out, but maybe it's for the best. he drops his shoulders with a sigh, finally moving into the apartment and nudging the door shut with the back of his shoe. he resigns himself to the game again, starts locking memories back up where he doesn't have to think about them. that's the trick, you see--the less thinking, the less he has to be upset about.]
Am I in trouble?
[after all--recognition aside, someone imposing has broken into his apartment.]
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but the last time he ran into someone in their own world, they'd been twisted into a certifiable madman bent on destroying everything around them (all in the hopes that their fate-mother would just come down from on high and give them the time of day). this Steve doesn't know him, apparently, and Robin doesn't have a whole lot of reason to assume that he knows this Steve any better.]
No sir, I ain't with anyone.
[that tiny hope of familiarity fizzles out, but maybe it's for the best. he drops his shoulders with a sigh, finally moving into the apartment and nudging the door shut with the back of his shoe. he resigns himself to the game again, starts locking memories back up where he doesn't have to think about them. that's the trick, you see--the less thinking, the less he has to be upset about.]
Am I in trouble?
[after all--recognition aside, someone imposing has broken into his apartment.]