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“What am I looking for?”
“It’s worse in the mornings,” he said, voice still soft, like he was talking more to himself than Kid Flash at this point. “Therapy helps, as does swimming. If I don’t keep up my endurance or strength…it hurts.”
Coupled with his vague explanation, comprehension dawned on the other boy’s face after several long minutes of staring at their joined hands. He bared his own and aligned their palms. Freckles meshed with Robin’s fevered skin, the swelling more noticeable on his smaller hand when compared to Kid Flash’s.
“Is this limited to just your hands?” he asked hesitantly, trying to search Robin’s gaze through the white lenses of his mask.
“No.”
Robin didn’t elaborate, and Kid Flash didn’t demand any more answers. They moved their fingers until it became like a handshake. He pulled Robin to a standing position, trying to be careful, but Robin still stumbled because he’d sat for too long.
“Let me…may I take you home?”
He might have been offended by the offer if it wasn’t a tradition they had. On the few visits Kid Flash was permitted to make to Gotham City, his running was vastly superior to any form of transportation in his or Batman’s possession. This fact was often a matter of contention for Robin’s mentor, which made it all the more fun when he was given the chance to arrive with Kid Flash in tow in under the time needed for him to return.
“Thanks,” he said, bestowing the one word with hundreds of connotations.
They both made themselves presentable and Kid Flash let him onto his back, waiting for Robin to get comfortable, which he appreciated. A reason for his hesitance in admitting his condition to his friend was the fear that their status would change, but he saw now that Kid Flash didn’t consider him as inferior. He looped both arms under Robin’s legs for stability and then they were off.
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“Do that again,” he instructed, tugging on his friend’s shoulder and toward another rooftop. Effortlessly, Kid Flash leapt across it, that sensation of freefalling short-lived and marvelous. “Again!”
Kid Flash bounded from more buildings, and though he struggled with the effort of upward momentum, he still made the attempt to scale the taller structures for longer jumps. The wind ruffled their hair and whipped Robin’s cape behind them, laughter erupting from him at each plummet and landing.
They took the long way back.
Part Three - Decisions
“The scanners are showing five heat signatures at the west end of the building, seven in the south and three around the northeast. All participants are go,” Robin informed his five colleagues.
His wrist computer was analyzing the hidden base for enemy activity, identifying the guards and staff through the base’s advanced detection software. Robin had hacked the private network and replaced the feedback with an endless loop of footage and readings. Robin’s machine received the true information to use to their advantage. Positioned a reasonable distance from the structure itself, he tapped into their underground resource of electronic wiring and directed his team across the enemy’s territory.
Rumors of unsanctioned experiments on endangered species of animals were reported, and their mission was to find either evidence proving the reports or to the contrary. While he was occupied preventing his friends from exposure, the others would sneak into the facility and investigate the premises. Photographic verification or documents citing the work conducted there would be enough for the League to pursue action against the group.
“Acknowledged, Robin. Ready for potential radio silence - there is no telling if communication will hold within the confines of the labs,” Aqualad responded.
“Roger.”
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