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it was time for sdn's annual ball and the entire z-team was curious to see if robert would be bringing anyone as his plus one. recently, a few of them had walked in on him talking on the phone during his lunch break a couple of times. but each time he saw or heard them, he'd say a quick 'goodbye, i love you' before hanging up and speaking with them.

to say the least, they were all curious.

so imagine their disappointment when they finished their shift and robert said that he'd be changing and walking over with them. all of them for sure thought he'd be going home to potentially pick someone up. a few had even started placing bets that he was just talking to a family member, his mom maybe? grandma?

"you couldn't get chase to come as your date?" prism teased, nudging robert with her elbow.

"unfortunately no." he chuckled, shoving his hands in his suit pockets as they walked.

walking into the museum sdn had rented out for the event, there was already a crowd of heroes, dispatchers, support staff, and many more. there were wait staff carrying trays with drinks and food. the scene in front of them was spectacular.

the team quickly spotted blonde blazer and began walking over. however, they stopped in their tracks and confusion filled their faces as they noticed the very pregnant woman blonde blazer was currently talking to. she wasn't familiar to any of them but seemed to know blonde blazer well enough to be laughing heartily with her and they seemed to be joking back in forth with each other. the team observed the scene and watched as robert kept walking forward, a smile gracing his lips.

"who's that babe?" sonar asked, voicing the confusion held by the entire team.

"the babe with a babe? not sure honestly." malevola replied. "someone's dirty mistress?"

the team's jaws dropped as they watched robert come up on the woman's left, wrapping his right arm around the woman's waist and planting a kiss on her left cheek, her eye squinting as he did so. then they watched as he gently placed his left hand on her baby bump and the woman turned towards him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips in greeting. turning back towards the team, robert whispered something to the woman whose lips pursed and she gave him a light smack on the chest, causing him to laugh.

"hi everyone, it's very nice to meet you all. robert just told me none of you know who i am, so i'll introduce myself since my husband clearly won't. my name is (y/n). i'm robert's wife." you introduced yourself and waved at the team in greeting.

"how could you keep your babe of a wife a secret from us robert?!" sonar asked, incredulous at not having met her. "this is very important information you've been holding out on us!!"

"we're very upset." invisigal started walking towards you. "and as punishment, we're whisking her away to get all your dirty little secrets."

robert and blonde blazer watched as the team began crowding you, clearly very interested in interrogating his wife. you were already laughing, allowing people to take turns feeling the baby kick and answering questions.

"i hope you understand that you did this to yourself." blonde blazer teased him.

While you smiled and greeted them with nothing but genuine kindness members of the z team like Robert, Prism, Blonde Blazer and Invisigal felt this intense wave of power coming off of you, like your presense was enough to demand utter silence within any room you would walk into, almost as though there was this invisible force that was forcing them to bow their heads when you walked past with a smile so warm it could melt butter and a laugh as light as a feather as poor waterboy almsot tripped over his own feet infront of you for the fith time that week.

It really pissed them off with how efortlessly you were throwing them off of remebering your face and where it was that you were from, it was on the tips of their tongues as during break Flambae felt this gutteral feeling of panic and a need to hide when he felt someone standing behind him, that person being you as you offered him some food as you realised that you had cooked too much for yourself to eat entierly. He felt stupid for feeling afraid of you but something was telling him not to cross any lines with you, or esle.

So he watches you from a distance as you give Sonar twinkies that you bought from home, claiming you didn' feel like eating them, and he waited for you to leave the room before walking over to Sonar -who was half a twinkie in- and saying. 'i'm not going mad am i?'

'depends, how mad we talking?' Sonar asked, swallowing the last bit of twinkie.

'i suddenly felt fucking afraid of (name).' Flambae hissed and Sonar laughed in his face. 'what? like shit yourself scared?'

'yes.'

'well you should, they were a very powerful villain who ran the most notoriuous gang in town, ruled with an iron fist that one did, no one stood a chance against them becuase i know becuase i almsot worked for them once.' Sonar pointed out to the flame hero, who was looking at your back as you as though you grew two heads, then the more Flambae thought on it the more he began to remember past encounters with you and your group, the wave of intensity you gave off with each command or how downright scary you were in a fight to the point where many heroes felt as though beating you was near impossible.

Flambae wasn't the only one to make this revalation.

Robert looked into your background with Blonde Blazer and Invisigal and was surpised at the change in demenour from the stone cold bastard you were back then, to the sweet and adorable version of yourself that you presented yourself as, it didn't feel right but Invisigal was quick to remeber how cunning and smart you truly were. She remebered you being a right monster, even when she was in her invisible form she felt your eyes on her as though you could actually see her, it made her feel as though ice cold water was dummed on her from then on out as she felt the hairs on her arms stand up when you did it again; looking at her as though you could actually see her in her invisible form.

Blonde Blazer also remebered how intimidating you were when she frist met you and your group, you didn't take much time handing her her ass on a silver platter that was for certain, now you were giving out cutely decorated sweet treats you made while smiling at them with such kindess she didn't know you possesed. She remembered how you often wore a scowl, face never moving from inpassive or just cold and cruel, so seeing this drastic change from you, this need to start anew was something she wanted to see upon closer observation.

Robert, while he might not have encounter you in particular, could only ever remember taking down your goons and seeing the fear in their eyes when they've realised they had failed you. It was only through their fear of you did he realise just how powerful of a leader you were, how your presence was felt even from miles away, you had it put inside their minds not to cross you or cost you territory to some stupid heroes. Robert could only ever recall feeling this sense of dread and hopelessness overcome him, making him wanting to give up and quit this bust while he was ahead of himself, little did he know that was the power of your influence back then but now he knew better.

Golem was the last to catch on to the fact that you were the ex villanous leader of the most powerful group in town, bless him, he only pointed at you as you scratched Sonar between his bat ears, laughing as he cursed you out for humiliating him in public. 'they were that big time villain, void.'

'congrats on being the last to figure that out buddy.' Punch up replied.

the one who, just last night, had you pinned against your apartment door, his mouth hot on your neck, whispering things that were decidedly not safe for work.

you’re not dating. it’s an arrangement, mutually beneficial for the both of you.

the meeting drones on, but the atmosphere’s lighter. people are actually engaging for once. halfway through, flambae leans back in his chair, smirk already tugging at his mouth. “so, robert,” he drawls, voice thick with amusement.

“not to get all touchy feely or anything, but you’ve been in an awfully good mood lately. new skincare routine? secret hobby? or…” his grin widens, eyes flicking toward you before landing back on robert,

“someone keeping you well rested?” he taps the donut box with a finger. “these are a nice touch, by the way.”

a few people chuckle in agreement. robert, who is now standing at the head of the table, doesn’t stiffen or scowl like you might have expected. a faint flush creeps up his neck, but he manages a tight smile.

“if we can return our focus to what's actually important,” he deflects, smoothly steering the conversation back to safer waters.

but his eyes, for just a fraction of a second, flicker to you.

you bring your coffee to your lips, hiding the proud smirk that threatens to split your face. you take a slow, deliberate sip, your eyes locked with his over the rim of the cup. you don’t blink. you just let the smug satisfaction shine through, a silent message just for him.

your look screams, “i did this.” we did this. this is all because of me.

he holds your eyes for a moment too long, his professional face firmly in place, but you see the crack in the facade. you see the way his jaw tightens, just a little, in the way he slightly bites his bottom lip.

he looks away first, turning to the screen, but the tips of his ears are still pink.

the meeting continues, but for you, there’s now a strong tension pulling at you two. every time he speaks, you remember how his voice had dropped to a murmur as his lips brushed your neck.

every time he gestures with his hands, you recall the feel of those same fingers feeling on your skin. 

you can tell he's really trying to keep it together. you're at work for crying out loud. still, you can’t pretend it’s not a little entertaining, knowing that he’s probably replaying the way you bit his shoulder to keep quiet last night.

finally, he dismisses everyone with a “that’s all.” chairs scrape back, and the room stirs with the low shuffle and chatter of everyone leaving.

you take your time, gathering your stuff and the now empty coffee cup, letting the crowd thin. robert is pretending to be engrossed in shutting down the projector, his back to the room.

this is your moment.

you walk towards the door, but instead of leaving, you hover just outside in the hallway, out of sight from the glass of the doors. as he emerges, phone in hand, you reach out, your fingers curling gently but firmly around his wrist. he freezes, his head snapping towards you.

“a word, sir?” an innocent purr that doesn’t match the intent in your eyes.

his gaze darts down the hall, confirming it’s empty. “this isn’t-” he starts, his tone all business, but you’re already pulling him into the small, dim supply closet two doors down. it’s a tight fit, filled with the smell of old paper and toner.

the door clicks shut, plunging you into near darkness, a single sliver of light from under the door cutting across his face. his professional stance is gone, replaced by a startled anticipation.

“what are you doing?” he whispers, but not really in protest.

you don’t bother answering. instead, you push him back until he hits the shelf of printer paper, your hands sliding up his neck to catch his face and you kiss him.

nothing soft, it’s possessive, something of the kiss version of that smug little smile you wore all throughout the meeting. 

a wordless reminder to him that this was exactly why he was in such a good mood.

it takes him a second to register your touch, but with a low groan he breaks. his hands wrap around you, one hand tangling in your hair, the other splaying against the small of your back, pulling you flush against him.

he kisses you back with the same desperation. his tongue sweeping into your mouth, tasting of coffee and the faint sugar from the donuts.

this is the robert you know. not your boss, not your dispatcher, but the one who comes undone beneath you. you can feel the frantic beat of his heart as his chest pressed against yours.

when you finally break apart, you’re both breathing heavily, the sound loud in the confined space.

you rest your forehead against his, your smug smile returning, now pressed against his lips. “so,” you whisper, “the donuts were a nice touch.”

he huffs a quiet, breathless laugh, his thumb stroking your cheek. “shut up,” he murmurs, but there’s no heat in it, pressing another kiss to your mouth.

“we can’t stay in here,” he gets out after another moment, his voice regaining a sliver of its usual command, though it’s thoroughly undermined by the fact that he’s still holding you tightly against him.

“i know,” you agree, not moving an inch.

he steals one last, quick kiss. “ugh fine! my office. five minutes.”

he disentangles himself, smooths down his tie, and slips out the door, leaving you alone in the dark. you lean back against the shelves, a slow grin spreading across your face. you can still taste him on your lips.

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“long day?” you murmur, brushing a hand through her hair.

she hums in something between a sigh and a laugh. “you have no idea.”

“i can tell,” you murmur, your thumb tracing circles against her shoulder. beneath your touch, she’s solid, muscles tense, shoulders sore. she smells faintly of smoke and outside, probably from whatever fieldwork she’s been on, it was mixed with that subtle hint of her shampoo.

for a while, neither of you talk. the tv flickers in front of you both. the volume low, showing some old sitcom rerun you’d forgotten was even playing. her breathing slows against you, and yours matches it without thinking. when your fingers start to work lightly at her shoulders, she moans softly, half protesting, half melting.

“mm… that feels so fucking good,” she mumbles.

“not hurting you, am i?,” you question, slightly stopping and she pushes herself closer to you.

“no, don't stop, i was enjoying that!” she mutters, voice fading as she relaxes further as you continue.

you bend a little, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. her hair tickles your lips, and you linger there longer than you probably should, but she doesn’t move. she just exhales.

“it’ll get easier,” you whisper, unsure if you mean the bruises or the exhaustion.

she hums again, as if she’s saying i know. her fingers twist lazily into the hem of your shirt, needing a hold on you.

the minutes stretch, but they don’t drag. you keep your hands moving, slow, now absentmindedly tracing patterns across her back. from between her shoulder blades, down the dip of her spine, to the gentle curve of her waist where her shirt has bunched up a little.

your fingers follow the rhythm, pressing lightly in some places, easing out tension she’s too tired to fight.

she makes these small sounds when you find a sore spot, tiny groans, half asleep sighs that vibrate against your chest. you could almost map her day from them.

the bruise on her shoulder from a rough landing, the tightness at her neck from straining for too long, the knots in her lower back from carrying too much. you don’t need to ask. you just listen with your hands.

the rooms dimmer now, quieter. you can feel her melt further into you

you think about saying something to her. something small, maybe even brave. you did great today or i like this, us, like this. but when you go to tilt your head to check on her, the words fall flat before they can form.

she’s asleep.

her face is slack now, free of the tension she carries when she’s awake. her mouth parted slightly, a lock of hair had fallen over her cheek. you can feel the faintest tickle of her breath against your chest. 

you smile without meaning to. carefully shifting just enough to pull the blanket from the back of the cushions over the two of you. she stirs a little, nestling her face closer, her fingers brushing your side.

you rest your head back and exhale, letting yourself sink into the couch, into her. the voices of the tv fade in and out, you don’t move again. you just stay there, holding her while she dreams, slowly letting yourself do the same.

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