next time you do this, i'm not coming back.
STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER! // Accepting @fxllenwilson
Maybe one of these nights she'll admit she can't stand how quiet her safe house is. That it feels like perpetually waiting for something to happen. The trick. The trap. Just anything other than the stillness inside. The house before the Titans was always loud. Not because of Timmy and Teether. She always thought back then that she'd like quiet. Hindsight is always better and all that.
She swears she doesn't really mean to find trouble when out wandering. The city just has a habit of finding it for her. She still gets surprised when she gets picked up and teleported out. It always smells like chemical, but it doesn't make her nose wrinkle anymore. Just like how the robotic laced voice-modulator doesn't sound like wrongness anymore.
Still, she never quite expects the sudden weightless lurch of teleportation, or the way she ends up tucked against Red X’s chest like a sack of potatoes. The air always smells sharp and chemical, but her nose doesn’t wrinkle at it anymore. The robotic crackle of his voice modulator doesn’t feel wrong either—not when it’s laced with that familiar tired edge.
Next time you do this, I’m not coming back.
Melvin huffs softly into the side of his neck, letting her whole body go limp in his hold. “Yeah, you will,” she mumbles, voice small but certain. She knows he will. Even if he’ll never say it out loud.







