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Take this plus his insecurity from Psycho Pirate annnnd-
Give me something about Dick totally depressed about being useless maybe? Could be a five times fic or not.
Maybe Wally cheers him up, yeah? :3
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(Spin down, low sweep)
The training routine is old. Familiar. So ingrained in Robin's bones that he could do it in his sleep. He does it anyway.
(Right straight punch)
(Left straight kick)
It is almost midnight. He is still training, still trying (to be good enough). He told Batman that he wanted to stay at Mount Justice with his friends tonight, but he hasn't spent any time with them. Kid Flash, Miss Martian, Superboy, and Aqualad are in the TV room, watching old episodes of The Flaming C. The smell of Chinese food has filled the entire base: seafood chow mein, chicken fried rice, barbecue ribs, chicken corn soup, and whatever is in Combos #3 and #5. Robin wants (needs) to train. The mission did not go badly, but it could have gone better.
He could have been better.
(High block)
(fist in stomach)
Robin knows the effects of the Medusa Mask. He knows them and was still enthralled by it, still beaten by a two-bit villain.
(Shoulder throw, twist, and right hookHe could train forever and he still wouldn't be good ( ... )
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"What're doing here?" asks Wally, setting Robin on his feet as if he hadn't nearly fallen to his death. His arms shake as he does so. His smile is a little forced, his face a little green. "We're gonna start a movie and we need a tie-breaker vote. Megan and Superboy both want Despicable Me, and me and Aqualad want InceptionRobin can't face Wally (faster, stronger, smarter, taller) right now. He looks away and observes the surroundings. The training mat is off. The concrete is new and smooth, the aged cracks that had been there when they first arrived filled in. The smell of Chinese take-out has been replaced by buttery popcorn even though he is certain Aqualad hates it. Above, the bars and hoops and ropes are still swinging from his momentum ( ... )
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Thanks so much for writing this! The style was amazing, and just, yes.
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(I was unsure on the style but I'm glad you liked it.)
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I was like "Gaaaaaah Robin D:" and then I was like "GAWWWW Wally <3" and all the little things that were in the comic too like Kaldur's hatred for butter.
That you so much Anon!! <3
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I like throwing little things like that in fic.
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