Robin Bryne

Loki rose slowly from his seat. He made no attempt to approach Robin, particularly because he did not want to provoke Duncan. With his powers the dog wouldn’t have been a problem, its mind easy enough to pacify, but he remained bereft of his abilities.

“I haven’t done anything...” She managed to choke out, a few stray tears beginning to break free to roll down her cheeks. “I trusted you! I gave you home! I started to fall for you like a damned fool and you lied to me! Everything you have ever said was a lie!” Everyday for the past several months was a vicious lie.

Robin stepped into the restaurant with her bag over a shoulder and book tucked under her arm, looking forward to having someone else cook for her while she got to sit back and read. Until her gaze fell upon a familiar silhouette in the back corner and her face lit up, indicating to the host that she would sit with her friend.

“Like you would ever be interested in dating me.” She teased with a wink, setting her bag and book in the empty seat next to her. “I just came in for dinner and saw you sitting back here alone. Didn’t think you mind the company, am I wrong?”

A waiter stepped up beside them and looked at her curiously, Robin quickly recovering. “I’ll a sauvignon blanc, please. Chilled.” A quick nod and the waiter was on his way to fetch her drink as she turned back to Hades. “Unless you are waiting for someone else. I can go find my own table, I didn’t mean to intrude on your evening.”

  --- If the King of the Underworld were to be honest, he hadn’t thought of the possibility of dating a human, let alone Robin specifically. But the prospect of it did pique an interest in the god’s brain. Would he date her? How could he? It’s not like he could be truthful to her about who he really was, after all. Wasn’t that what relationships were built on?

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. As if you could even handle all of this...” He gestured to himself and winked back at her. He’d be lying if her own wink didn’t send a flutter in his gut, but he masked it well. Though as it looked like she was ready to leave the table, Hades quickly placed a large hand over her own to stop her.

“Please don’t. I-” Realizing his hand was on hers, he removed it and cleared his throat. “Really, I’m not expecting anyone, nor do I wish to be alone. It was just a surprise that we’d find each other here. Though I must say, I’m not complaining. So I insist that you stay. Please.”

one day, though, muse b finds out she’s pregnant. and she realizes that muse a is not a suitable father for her baby. he’s too dangerous. death and destruction follows him everywhere he goes, and, as much as she cares about him, she knows he’s not exactly a good person. so she gives it to him straight: she’s going to end their relationship, move, and raise their child alone, and muse a is going to stay away. muse a truly loves muse b, so he agrees to her terms, and does her one better: he’ll send money to help raise the kid, and even pay for her new home.

fast forward some years. muse b is settled into her new life with her child, and muse a has stuck to his promises. at least until one day, he shows up on her doorstep. he has several armed guards, and a car ready to go.

It was a picturesque day in Florida, a rare one at that. The heat and humidity wasn’t overbearing nor oppressing, a light breeze making it all the more comfortable. A break from what was almost an unsufferable week and every man in Dillinger’s gang appreciated the reprieve, deciding to take advantage of the pleasurable weather and head to the horse track to place some bets and have a few beers.

Pierpont leaned back in his seat to sip at his ice cold drink as the horses thundered by on the track, listening to the boys joke and laugh behind him, doing exactly what they came here for. A good time and possibly make some money. The track wasn’t overly busy but still had a good amount of people there, mostly in the standing area where tickets were cheapest. His eyes roamed over the seating on the opposite of the track before quickly settling on a single woman who stood out like a sore thumb, impossible to miss her.

Much to Robin’s surprise, Dillinger made an appearance and slid into the chair across from her. He didn’t waste a second in working that charm on her and it was working, not that she didn’t know what he was doing. But still, it was nice for someone to treat her so genuinely rather than trying to placate her with false platitudes. Not like Frank Nitti. He was real. Capturing her attention with every word that left his lips and each simple gesture. So suave and debonair.

A waitress appeared next to the table to set down her glass of wine and two menus. Robin happily took a long sip of her white wine as she continued to listen, rolling it around in the glass before finally setting it back down.

“Mister Dillinger, I’m sure that the only reason I recognized you is because of your posters. But I can assure you that they do not do you any justice.” She teased playfully with a small tilt of her head, though it was the truth. He was very handsome. Picking up the menu, she looked it over carefully. It wasn’t exactly like the menus she normally ordered from, less options and a bit less elegant entrees. But she was never one to judge a book by its cover.

“I’ll have the chicken, please.” A small smile as she handed the menu back to the waitress. “Thank you. And if you don’t mind, I’ll have a slice of the chocolate cake for dessert and a glass of red wine when you bring it out.” She waited a moment for Dillinger to order, taking another sip of her wine.

“My meeting went very well, thank you for asking.” Prim and proper as always, per her father’s instructions. “During my lunch with the mayor, I took the liberty to tell the chief of police that you and your men are off limits. That you are here on business with me and should anything come to end our negotiations prematurely then him and I would have to discuss our arrangements.” It cost her an extra $500 under the table to keep his head off of the chopping block but she had been looking forward to their dinner.

It had been a few years since she had to pick buckshot out of flesh, the last time when a fiery neighbor further down the mountain had shot Duncan, but she managed just fine, her hand steady as ever. There were only eight pellets spread out shallowly across the man’s chest, six of them currently sitting in bowl beside her as she carefully dug out the seventh then quickly moved onto the eighth. After the last ping of metal to match the others that were removed, it was time for the stitches and luckily not many were needed, only two or three per wound. To be safe, she radioed back down to the doctor in town to make sure she had followed his directions and had done everything correctly, which he reassured that she had.

Robin had stumbled across the oddly dressed yet unconscious man in the middle of the wilderness, miles away from the town that was nestled against the far side of the mountain. With the fast approaching storm on the horizon, it was obvious he would not survive the night if left alone and trying to reach the town before the snow was not feasible. It took awhile to get him on the ATV and back to the house but there was a small sense of relief as she dragged him in the side door, into the living room and onto the couch.

After the stitches were finished and all other wounds were checked and cleaned quite thoroughly, Robin bandaged him as gently as possible, not wanting to cause anymore pain than necessary, though he was still asleep. She left him to rest on the couch while she lit a fire in the hearth and started a hearty stew in the slow cooker to help him regain his strength before plopping down in the arm chair close by to him. With a yawn, her gaze moved over him to double check all of her work and make sure there was nothing she missed, the tote full of medical supplies open on the floor next to him just in case.

On the second floor, she could hear Duncan gnawing away at the bone she given him to distract him while she tended to their guest and mostly keep him away from the bloody clothes now set aside in the bathroom. They did give her pause when she actually had the chance to look at them, also realizing he was missing a sandal, causing her to worry about hypothermia and cocooning him in blankets. Nothing, she had missed nothing. The thought gave her some comfort as she lost the fight against exhaustion and fell asleep curled up in the arm chair.

She looks in the direction he points then back at him with a warm smile. “I can’t thank you enough!” Taking a few steps back to leave, she stopped herself short on whatever whim crossed her mind in the moment. “Are there any areas of the city I should avoid? Though…I will most likely stumble upon it anyways. I can’t find the place I’m looking for so I’ll most certainly have no issue finding the one I need to avoid.”

It was a picturesque day in Florida, a rare one at that. The heat and humidity wasn’t overbearing nor oppressing, a light breeze making it all the more comfortable. A break from what was almost an unsufferable week and every man in Dillinger’s gang appreciated the reprieve, deciding to take advantage of the pleasurable weather and head to the horse track to place some bets and have a few beers.

Pierpont leaned back in his seat to sip at his ice cold drink as the horses thundered by on the track, listening to the boys joke and laugh behind him, doing exactly what they came here for. A good time and possibly make some money. The track wasn’t overly busy but still had a good amount of people there, mostly in the standing area where tickets were cheapest. His eyes roamed over the seating on the opposite of the track before quickly settling on a single woman who stood out like a sore thumb, impossible to miss her.

“We’ll see if I can find the time. I did have plans with the chief of police this afternoon to discuss my ventures and business dealings. Priorities. Surely, you understand given...” She raised her brows with a small nod towards him, implying who he was as a notorious criminal.

“Enjoy the rest of the races, Mister Dillinger. Hopefully you find them profitable.” With that, she turned and continued on her way towards the stables, fighting to keep herself from looking over her shoulder back to him. Her father always said to never look back, especially after making an impression. It was a sign of weakness. In this case, it would only show Dillinger that she actually was interested in meeting him and then he would be in control of the game.

She couldn’t have that...

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It was 6:15 when Robin finally walked into the bar of the hotel whose name that Dillinger had scribbled onto the card, her men right behind her without fail. Even if she had ordered them to stay at the penthouse, they would have followed her anyways, ever her father’s loyal men and over protective. After the encounter in the tunnel earlier that day, they wouldn’t dare allow for her to leave their sight, especially when Dillinger’s men could so easily make another appearance and leave her outnumbered once again.

Stepping through the door, she had passed up her white flowing dress for a skin tight red one, the wide brimmed hat set aside for her blonde to hang freely in loose curls that spilled down her back and a jet black wallet purse in hand to match her heels. Bright blue eyes scanned over the bar for the notorious criminal but he was nowhere to be seen and her heart sank. The meeting with the chief of police ran later than expected, though it had been a rather fruitful endeavor. Obviously, John Dillinger did not feel like waiting for her. A disappointed sigh and she glanced over her shoulder to James and Edward, suddenly feeling foolish for getting all dolled up.

It was a picturesque day in Florida, a rare one at that. The heat and humidity wasn’t overbearing nor oppressing, a light breeze making it all the more comfortable. A break from what was almost an unsufferable week and every man in Dillinger’s gang appreciated the reprieve, deciding to take advantage of the pleasurable weather and head to the horse track to place some bets and have a few beers.

Pierpont leaned back in his seat to sip at his ice cold drink as the horses thundered by on the track, listening to the boys joke and laugh behind him, doing exactly what they came here for. A good time and possibly make some money. The track wasn’t overly busy but still had a good amount of people there, mostly in the standing area where tickets were cheapest. His eyes roamed over the seating on the opposite of the track before quickly settling on a single woman who stood out like a sore thumb, impossible to miss her.

“Miss Bryne, this is John Dillinger and his gang. They are just…criminals. Not worth your time.” Nitti waved them off before putting a hand the small of her back to lead her away until James suddenly appeared to tackle the man away from her and into the wall of the tunnel.

Robin stepped into the restaurant with her bag over a shoulder and book tucked under her arm, looking forward to having someone else cook for her while she got to sit back and read. Until her gaze fell upon a familiar silhouette in the back corner and her face lit up, indicating to the host that she would sit with her friend.

“Like you would ever be interested in dating me.” She teased with a wink, setting her bag and book in the empty seat next to her. “I just came in for dinner and saw you sitting back here alone. Didn’t think you mind the company, am I wrong?”

A waiter stepped up beside them and looked at her curiously, Robin quickly recovering. “I’ll a sauvignon blanc, please. Chilled.” A quick nod and the waiter was on his way to fetch her drink as she turned back to Hades. “Unless you are waiting for someone else. I can go find my own table, I didn’t mean to intrude on your evening.”

  — If the King of the Underworld were to be honest, he hadn’t thought of the possibility of dating a human, let alone Robin specifically. But the prospect of it did pique an interest in the god’s brain. Would he date her? How could he? It’s not like he could be truthful to her about who he really was, after all. Wasn’t that what relationships were built on?

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. As if you could even handle all of this…” He gestured to himself and winked back at her. He’d be lying if her own wink didn’t send a flutter in his gut, but he masked it well. Though as it looked like she was ready to leave the table, Hades quickly placed a large hand over her own to stop her.

“Please don’t. I-” Realizing his hand was on hers, he removed it and cleared his throat. “Really, I’m not expecting anyone, nor do I wish to be alone. It was just a surprise that we’d find each other here. Though I must say, I’m not complaining. So I insist that you stay. Please.”

“Alright, I’ll stay. I’d love to actually.” Biting her bottom lip, Robin turned back to him with a small glint of mischievousness in the corner of her bright eyes. “For the record, I know you think you are all that and a bag of chips but sweetheart, I can handle anything.”

Thankfully the waiter chose that very moment to come back with her wine and interrupted the chance for Hades to respond, which Robin thought she might have preferred it that way. A small sip of her wine as the waiter rambled off the specials then asked if they were ready to order.

“I’ll have the duck a l’orange, good sir.” His eyes found hers for a brief moment before glancing at the waiter. “Hold the starch, if you may. And if you would be so kind…” He tapped his glass, wanting a refill of bourbon. As the waiter then took their menus away and walked off, Hades gazed back at Robin and smiled. 

“Where were we, then? …Ah, yes. In response to your little statement earlier, I’d watch what you say around me, darling. Because one day, I may want to prove you wrong.” Hades took his glass and finished off the little that was left of it, eyes never wavering from Robin’s. 

A smirk wormed its way back onto his face as he adjusted himself to sit against the back of his chair and relax a bit more. “There’s a spark in you I don’t think I’ve seen before. You’ve been holding out on me, I see. What else don’t I know about you, hm?”

“You never show all of the cards in your hand, Hades.” A playful smile curled her lips. “It makes the rest of the game boring, don’t you think? Besides what fun is there in life without a little mystery?” Another wink with a glint in the corner of her bright blue eyes.

 @sweetrobinbryne​ asked: “Excuse me, I hate to sound like a tourist but I’m a little lost. I should probably just give up and head back to the hotel but I kind of had my heart set seeing the French Market. The music, architecture, and all that. Could you possibly point me in the right direction?” 

  — Apollo stood in his bedroom fixing his leather jacket over his tee. His palms were clammy and his brow was dotted with sweat. It was only a date. He’d been on plenty of dates and had been with a bit more than few women throughout his lifetime, but this felt different to him. Or rather, the person was different. Robin was unlike any other woman he’d been with before. Smart, funny, a spitfire, beautiful beyond all reason. The thought of her alone made Apollo weak in the knees, and now he was trying to prepare for a date night with her.

Looking at his clock, his eyes went wide. I need to be there in five minutes, damn!

Quickly, he grabbed what he needed and ran out the door to his car. Arriving at Robin’s place, he jumped out and rang the doorbell, announcing his arrival. He ran a hand through his honey brown locks and proceeded to hold the bouquet of wild flowers as carefully as possible. The God of the Sun felt like a timid boy in that moment as he waited for Robin to open the door.

Blonde hair hanging in loose curls just in time for the doorbell to ring, nearly killing herself as she ran through her apartment in the heels to get to the door. A deep breath to calm her nerves, though she didn’t exactly know why she felt so jittery. They had been hanging out as friends for weeks now but even then they seemed like such a perfect match. Apollo having the looks of a god also helped. More of the cherry on the sundae.

Stepping aside and further into the apartment, Apollo looked around the space before settling on her couch. He’d been over a few times before, as did she by his own place. He’d grown comfortable with Robin which was something Apollo rarely ever got to do with another these days.

“So have you guessed where I’m taking you tonight?” Apollo called out, smirking to himself as he glanced over at the music collection Robin owned. Apollo loved music, hence being the God of Music as well, among many other things. “Not that I’ll tell you if you’re right or wrong, I’m just curious…”

She was sure to be quick taking care of the flowers, getting them in water and setting them on a windowsill before grabbing a beer from the fridge. Another deep breath to calm herself enough to walk back into the living room without looking like a complete hot mess.

“I’m sorry, all I have is beer left. I have to run to the grocery store tomorrow.” Twisting off the top, she crossed the room to hand him the bottle then sit back on the arm of the couch. “I’m not going to lie, I have no idea. I’ve tried to figure it out but...I guess I’m still new to the area.” She shrugged with a small laugh.

It was a picturesque day in Florida, a rare one at that. The heat and humidity wasn’t overbearing nor oppressing, a light breeze making it all the more comfortable. A break from what was almost an unsufferable week and every man in Dillinger’s gang appreciated the reprieve, deciding to take advantage of the pleasurable weather and head to the horse track to place some bets and have a few beers.

Pierpont leaned back in his seat to sip at his ice cold drink as the horses thundered by on the track, listening to the boys joke and laugh behind him, doing exactly what they came here for. A good time and possibly make some money. The track wasn’t overly busy but still had a good amount of people there, mostly in the standing area where tickets were cheapest. His eyes roamed over the seating on the opposite of the track before quickly settling on a single woman who stood out like a sore thumb, impossible to miss her.

Coming to Florida was a sigh of relief after their last heist, which had been a bit close for his own liking. But it had only been a few days and John was feeling the strange weight of the lull…and becoming very aware of a growing loneliness inside him. A feeling he hadn’t had much time for since he’d been sprung from jail.

He spotted the fabled woman in question as she moved from a distance. The idea that Nitti was trying to recruit her was interesting enough to pique his interest, not to mention the thought that she a newly rich heiress. But that wasn’t what made him decide to set down his drink, adjust the brim of his hat and excuse himself from his friends.

“Where ya goin,?” Red called, tossing a peanut into his mouth.

John smiled back at him from behind his tortoise shell sunglasses. “Going to take in the scenery…and see what the odds are.” he said, sauntering away without further explanation.

Red laughed to himself and turned back towards the track, knowing exactly where Dillinger was headed. “Hope you know what you’re getting into, Johnnie.”

Dillinger caught sight of the woman in white just as she was about to exit the shade of the tunnel. “Excuse me,” he called, catching the blonde’s attention. “Perhaps you could help me make up my mind,” he said, coming to stand close to her, trying to get a proper glimpse of her face beneath the brim of her hat. What he could see was lovely already, and as she lifted her gaze to meet his, he caught a glimpse of those lovely blue eyes and felt a little electric thrill go through him. A zing of excitement comparable to those breathless moments right before he entered a bank he was about to rob. 

All they saw was the pretty face of a defenseless woman and her innocence, not knowing how that piece of her had died the day her father was murdered.

Robin was almost home free, the end of the tunnel that led to the exit of the stadium and also to the stables was only a few feet away and she could barely keep herself from running for it…until a smooth deep voice called out from behind her, stopping her in her tracks. Regretfully. She silently cursed the manners she brought up with and turned around to face the man calling out to her, having tilt her chin up to raise the brim of her hat enough to meet his gaze. To her surprise, he was handsome with dark deep brown eyes and a light scar running down his cheek, confidence just rolling off of him in thick waves. Not arrogantly though. 

His charming smile brought a soft blush to her cheeks that warmed her face and she tried to ignore, not willing to admit to herself. “While you may find an outside opinion helpful, I personally prefer an inside one. Twenty Grand is the horse to win. He had a strong season last year and his trainer told me that he has already beaten those times in the off season.” Speaking her peace, she turned to continue on her way but stopped herself short a step, brow furrowing as she looked back to the man.

Something wasn’t sitting right with her. There was an odd strange sense of familiarity about him.

“I’m sorry, have we met before? Your face seems...so familiar. I just can’t put my finger on where I’ve seen you.” More hardened criminals came to her father’s funeral to kiss her hand in loyalty than were imprisoned in most state jails. It was a fact she didn’t shake a stick at. Yet she didn’t think it was at the funeral she saw him.

“Hey Johnnie! Who’s the broad?!” Nelson’s nasally high pitched voice echoed down the tunnel.

Robin easily spotted the short portly man coming there way, her face twisting in disgust at what she had been called. “I beg your pardon?!”

“Cool it there, doll face. I meant no harm.” Nelson laughed back at her, already beginning to eye her up and down as he approached.

“Nelson, you bastard!” A larger man rounded the corner of the tunnel to run towards the smaller one, quickly followed by a third.

Robin’s blue eyes went wide as she realized she was outnumbered in the tunnel, walking backwards with one hand on the wall to guide herself, never taking her eyes off of the scene unfolding before her. “EDWARD! JAMES!” She called for her bodyguards over the sound of the three men now arguing and was soon grateful for how much she paid them, two oversized men appearing at the end of the tunnel with guns drawn....with Frank and his goons right behind them.

“STEP AWAY FROM HER!” James shouted with a voice that nearly shook the walls.

“Ms. Bryne, are you alright?” Edward was moving towards her, never lowering his gun from the bickering three men.