“Professor?” A voice calls, and Jayce has about two seconds to feel the hot little sting of hurt that he’s not the only one working with Heimerdinger after all, when Viktor steps fully into view, and Jayce catches sight of him.
Or—it. It’s an android.
It takes him a moment and another careful look to be certain, but—yes, it’s got a more subtle variation on the Academy staff bot uniform, white and muted browns, and the College of Sciences insignia pinned to the breast of its waistcoat, and where its shirtsleeves are rolled up to its elbows, Jayce can see the fine, thin lines running up its forearms, the divots in the synthskin showing where the metal plating must connect below.
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"I was never good at this sort of thing." + They had never talked about what they are to each other, but when Civilian gets kidnapped by the Villain for being the Hero's girl/boyfriend, it's the perfect opportunity to talk about it.
Prompts by @soprompt and @creativepromptsforwriting! Thank you so much for inspiring me to write this little drabble!
The bodies of Black Mask's mooks lay scattered among the desks and overturned chairs, all groaning in a soft chorus of their regret and Robin's vengeful satisfaction. But his attention wasn't on the defeated goons – it was on the girl in the chair. He'd recognize those bubblegum space buns anywhere, even if the face below them was caked in blood and bruises.
He stepped over the body at his feet and behind the chair. The adrenaline of the fight was wearing off – his hands shook as he untied her wrists, fingers slipping on the slick silk tie.
The moment she was free, Kia slumped forward to rest her elbows on her knees. She rubbed her wrist with the opposing hand. As soon as Robin stepped in front of her, she lifted her hand to sign ‘thank you’ and shot him a tight-lipped smile twisted with pain and grief.
Wait – signed?
Sure enough, something crunched under his feet. Something vividly crimson and definitely missing from her ears – a set of hearing aids at least a decade old, now useless. He winced sympathetically, but there was nothing for it now. She was alive. That mattered most.
After Robin called it in to the GCPD, they stayed together in silence for a time, Kia in her chair, he on one knee before her. Normally, he enjoyed quiet time with Kia. It was a peaceful respite from the chaos of Gotham, but this… he hated this. There was so much he ached to say to this girl who was so much more than his best friend. So much he couldn't say for her own safety.
But how safe was she, really? Black Mask had already written her off. As long as she kept working for men like him, she was in constant danger – including from Batman. From the very same cops on their way to help her now.
Maybe he could say a little bit. A single sentence. What better time than this? She couldn't hear him, so his words wouldn't put her in any danger, and if he messed it up, he would bathe in awkwardness alone. It couldn't be that bad, right?
Robin cleared his throat. “I, uh, was never good at this sort of thing.” His fists clenched and unclenched before him. Kia's amber eyes rose to his, almost as if she could hear him – but she couldn't. … right? No, he was just being paranoid. He swallowed against a desert-dry throat to gather his nerves and met her gaze.
But the words didn't come. He couldn't think of a single way to tell her the truth. Robin stared into her expectant eyes. He listened to his heart galloping against his ribcage and his blood pounding in his ears. Without thinking, he reached out to brush a sweaty curl out of her face. His palm tingled electric at even that simple touch. She smiled at him again, this time soft and hopeful, and he realized like a sinking stone that he could never tell her. She meant too much to risk losing.
Robin left as soon as the cops showed up. He grappled through the open window to the nearby rooftop. She's in good hands, he reasoned as he watched the paramedics help her onto a gurney – so why was he watching them like a hawk? Why was his heart still racing?
Kia waved at him as they loaded her into the ambulance. He smiled and lifted his hand in a brief wave of his own.
The hand on his shoulder didn't surprise him at all, nor did the quiet, gruff voice behind him. “Looks like we need to have a talk, Robin.”
“Yeah.” Robin let out a shaky breath. “Looks like we do.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/9
Fandom: Hellblazer, Hellblazer & Related Fandoms, Batman (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Batman: Urban Legends
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Summary:
Tim Drake calls on John Constantine to come to Gotham to help him untangle some potentially magically linked murders. This results in John standing up his date with the Devil. Who decides the best course of action is naturally to follow John to the States and offer a helping hand.
While John and Lucifer deal with ghosts and demons, Tim deals with juggling life as a vigilante with his new relationship with Bernard, a civilian. His family are... less than helpful.
Lucifer is also beginning to come to some realisations about his relationship with John. Namely that it IS a relationship
Chapter Four: Monsters
Releasing ghosts bring up some ghosts from the past.
It began to rain while working on the third. John didn’t have the energy to cast a shield over them to block it, and they got soaked through. He was tickled to see that Lucifer was ever so slightly steaming.
“I need a break,” he announced, propping his bum on the closest headstone and lighting a soggy cigarette.
“I need something to eat.” Lucifer hunkered down next to John and shook rain out of his hair. He had been holding a human glamour for much longer than usual while performing miracles, and that sort of energy needed replenishing.
“I’m just cold,” Tim muttered, wishing he’d taken Stephanie up on her suggestion that he get a hood added to his cape. Icy rain was getting under his collar to trickle down his spine and pool at his buttcrack.
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