Prompt Post - Part Five [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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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 end of pain, through some unfortunate means, if he should lapse. Something in his posture stiffens, and he wonders if his teammate really doesn't trust him not to crush an injured (probably dying, but some inherent instinct tells Superboy not to point it out) citizen. He makes it into a personal challenge on the spot, and maybe Black Canary would call it a test in restraint, just as important as being strong. His eyes lower to his charge (... his charge, a life in his hands, and suddenly he's very well aware of how weak that other human heartbeat is- they're heroes. The possibility of failing to keep this charge alive is inexplicably and harshly revoked from being a possibility, because they are going to save his life) and stay fixed with as much intensity as he ever devotes to his causes.
Old man. Grey hair, mustache, more dressed up than people usually are in this city.
More human than Robin usually seems, especially now, but he remembers listening to the stabbing as they ran- no scream, no panic, no begging, just a winded grunt- so maybe he's a little more than human after all.
The same red slowly drying on his wrist, on his fingers, creates a stark streak against Robin's cheek as he finally hits the right communications channel, and that strained warning tone sinks into something raw, something visceral and wide-eyed and desperate
(and Superboy hears everything).
"Br-- Batman."
(two point five seconds of answering static exactly, and "Robin.")
Something in Robin's face crumples, breaks loose, and oh, that's genuine fear he's feeling, isn't it- he should be snapping out of it soon, enough to think as clearly as he usually does, but he seems to be getting more upset the longer things take.
"Superboy heard something happening and we weren't close enough to get there in time to stop it and oh god, he's really hurt, I didn't think he could even get hurt but he's losing a lot of blood and I can't just leave him-"
We, Superboy wants to interject, because he has no plans on walking away right now and doesn't intend to be ignored, but Batman's replying before he gets the chance, as urgent as he's ever heard him sound before.
("Robin. Calm down. What happened?")
Robin doesn't seem to register the command, responding by rattling off their exact location (latitude, longitude, street corners, where the hell is the ambulance) and half-hazardly placing a cautious hand on the old man's chest to make sure he's breathing (and really, he could have just asked about it if he wanted to know). The next seven seconds consist of increasingly hard to understand explanations, what ifs, hurry ups, another demand to calm down, and that ends as soon as Robin gets out "-but it's Alfred-"
After another one point seven seconds of silence, Superboy hears a door slamming through the other boy's headset.
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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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