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[goddamnbatsperm]

[From here.]

[One little Robin enters the whorehouse making a lot of noise. Kicking stuff out of his way, slamming doors, etc. IF ONE WERE TO LOOK, he might notices a gash in his arm and one on his side]

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[actualrapist]

There you are. Sandwich?

[goddamnbatsperm]

I'm moving.

[Goes to get his stuff]

[actualrapist]

[follows]

Are you? Why?

[goddamnbatsperm]

I hate your girlfriend.

[actualrapist]

Because he's stronger than you?

[goddamnbatsperm]

Because he's a coward! If he were actually worth fighting, I wouldn't care if he were better, but he's disgusting.

[actualrapist]

[he doesn't move, but it clearly looks like he wants to]

[actualrapist]

This is the first and the last time I tolerate you speaking badly of him, you can think what you want, don't share it.

You are not moving out, go get cleaned up.

[goddamnbatsperm]

Talk all you like. I'm going.

[actualrapist]

I am not in the mood for your challenges.

[goddamnbatsperm]

Good, because I'm not in the mood to be stopped.

[HE DOESN'T HAVE MUCH but gathering is slow going since, you know, open wounds]

[actualrapist]

[tries to grab him]

[goddamnbatsperm]

[It's super effective! Bonus points: it's the arm that was slashed so he goes dazed from the sudden upswing in pain momentarily!]

--Let go!

[actualrapist]

[energy vampire powers are a go! Taking energy so he stops fighting him]

As I said, not in the mood.

[goddamnbatsperm]

[Starts resisting less but the kid has a lot of fight]

Quit it!

[actualrapist]

[doesn't stop, planning to keep going until the kid can't walk]