Prompt Post - Part Five [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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Officer Gordon walked by their cell with another criminal in his hands. He put the guy in the next cell and closed the door. On his way back, he stopped in front of the heroes’ cell. He still had keys in his hand and used them to unlock the door.
“You’ve been here long enough. Just watch where you throw things next time.”
“C’mon, Rob,” Wally said. He stood up and looked down at the younger boy. He hadn’t moved. “Hiding in here won’t make anything better,” he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Finally he looked up, “Yeah, well I won’t be of much help out there either.”
Wally glanced over at Gordon. The older man shook his head and moved away from the door. The speedster looked back. He took a deep breath to keep his own emotions in check.
“Dude, you’re a great hero. You’re part of a team and you worked with Batman for how long now? I think one little screw up won’t tarnish your entire record. And if it does, maybe Batman needs to calm down. It’s not your fault.” Robin didn’t say anything in reply. He broke eye contact though. “Fine,” Wally started, “I’ll leave you here. If you want, I’ll see you back home.”
He began to walk out of the cell. As soon as he was in view of the others who were locked up, the taunts and name calling started again. He ignored them and kept walking. He couldn’t help but flinch when someone called him something especially vulgar.
Robin looked up when the name calling started. At that last one, he was up and out of the cell.
“Who was that?” he demanded. No one responded but they laughed. He approached the nearest cell and grabbed the guy standing closest to the bars. He pulled him into the bars hard, “Want to say that again?”
The guy held up his hands, “It wasn’t me!”
“Hey, let him go. He’s not worth another night here,” Wally said, stepping up to pry off Robin’s hand.
Gordon motioned for them to follow him out to the front. Once outside of the station, the speedster turned to the younger boy, “Feeling better?”
“Only a little."
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