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Robin is upset.
Superboy can tell; not just because of his strained tone, or the way his hands are shaking as he fumbles (fumbles, where he wouldn't normally) to put a finger to his communicator to reach a hospital, but because of the muffled, steady rhythm that is his heart racing out of control (106 beats to a minute, 105, 109). His gloved hand leaves a ring of slick red around Superboy's wrist when he grabs at it, and the other boy frowns sharply- but lets his hand be guided to put pressure against the wound of a stranger with the aid of a dingy white utility-belt towel.
"Hold this. No super strength," Robin warns, face promising no ( ... )
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I think I want more but I'm afraid.*sobs*
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Please continue.
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I really meant I wasn't...ffff, and it probably sounds dumb, but I wasn't sure if anons were allowed to just post random fic without said fic being a prompt answer? /never really used anon meme before ;_;
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