Don't look at her. You don't have to look at her. Don't do it. It's all over then.
Robin manages it for a long time, manages to ignore that she's said his name, manages to keep his gaze solidly forward. He can't keep it up for long, not when he can no longer hear the sound of her nearing and she isn't saying anything more.
Eventually, he has to look, and when he does, his breath catches in his throat. A very painful feeling takes over him, rooting him to the sidewalk.
Say something mean. Make her leave. You should have never let her came.
That voice says those things so desperately, and it acts as though he actually has a choice. At the sight of her, he's overcome with the feeling of how much he loves her, and it pushes him from the wall and toward her until he's standing right in front of her. God, he hates the way her body seems so tense, that she feel afraid at all. It hurts to see. It hurts to know how much she suffered on her own. He's supposed to protect her. He's never been able to but he's supposed to, he has to and if
( ... )
Robin doesn't follow her. He should. He probably should but his hands are shaking so bad that he heads into his own building, into his room, to do what he's wanted to do since he started standing on the sidewalk. Everything hurts. Everything hurts, and why does he have to do this? Every time? Why does he constantly have to fail those he cares about most even if his reasoning was justified this time? It doesn't matter what happens. Even though he doesn't say that out loud, he winces at the lie and has to stop to catch his breath as though someone's punched him in the stomach. If he thinks it enough, maybe it will make it true
( ... )
Nice to see her. Ruvin gives a little hiss of outrage and turns to slap Wyatt across the face. "How dare you say that to me, you condescending--"
She cuts herself off, her hands fisting against her legs. "This is your fault."
Robin left, and when he came back--
Everything since then. The drug haze, the brief treatments she got here, the things Wyatt said to her later, the fact that Robin is here now, acting this way--
This is Wyatt's fault.
It doesn't matter if she can't control it. She doesn't care how much of the block she takes with her, how much gets warped or changes because of what she's about to do, doesn't care if Robin gets swept up in it as well. He wants to die. He wants to die.
She lets go.
The room twists and trebles like she and Wyatt are standing between two rows of mirrors. The world around them shakes without moving. Shadows of herself move with her, just out of sync, as she reaches out to touch the spot where she slapped him. "I will tear you apart."
Wyatt winces when she slaps him. He should have expected that. Part of him did. Obviously, she's talked to Robin and is not pleased though Wyatt would like to reiterate in narration that it's not his fault. Robin is a grown man who makes his own decisions unless the subject has to do with alcohol. But he realizes she won't listen to him because she's all about worshiping the vengeance angel and she's not in the mood to be reasoned with.
And then she's making the world shift. He has some idea (thanks to Robin) what she can do, and he knows that she has the ability to tear him apart. And he's fucking terrified. Wyatt does not want to die. There's still science to be done. Also, he hasn't had sex recently and that seems like a damn shame. If he doesn't act fast, he is fucked. He pulls the tranquilizer out of his pocket and shoves it into her, pressing the drug into her. It's going to be enough to knock her out for awhile especially since it's a dosage that's made for Robin. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
"Hnnk." It takes a few seconds before her vision goes hazy, and in those seconds she's gone racing through his history to find a breaking point, none of it clicking the way the kind of trauma she's looking for would. She won't remember any of it--he moved too fast, she's too angry to focus properly beyond peripheral control.
He'll see it all, though. His old life, old pains reflecting through the image of the office around them. Ruvin makes a quiet, surprised sound and collapses. The office flickers and the phantoms fade. There's a breath for her to realize she's on the floor, to realize that she's helpless before the heaviness in her chest spreads and swamps her in darkness.
Wyatt is terrified. He hasn't been terrified in a very long time. He's not a fan of the emotion or how it makes him feel like he may have wet his pants without realizing it. His hands are shaking, and his jaw has tightened, and he's staring at the floor until everything settles back to normal. He's seated in the nearest chair, trying to catch his breath and gain some coherency to his thoughts again.
He should kill her. He wants to kill her. Sure, she's an interesting study but certainly not worth risking his life over, and she quite obviously wants to kill him. For the sake of humanity, he should. No one should have the kind of power that she just displayed at least no one who seems to want to kill him and blame him for every mistake their whatever made. He's not worried about controlling Robin afterward. Robin is easy. Keep him set on tranquilizers, use the magic word, and he'll obey anything Wyatt says... which begs to reason why he couldn't have managed to think about that when Robin was trying to kill him. Alas
( ... )
Robin manages it for a long time, manages to ignore that she's said his name, manages to keep his gaze solidly forward. He can't keep it up for long, not when he can no longer hear the sound of her nearing and she isn't saying anything more.
Eventually, he has to look, and when he does, his breath catches in his throat. A very painful feeling takes over him, rooting him to the sidewalk.
Say something mean. Make her leave. You should have never let her came.
That voice says those things so desperately, and it acts as though he actually has a choice. At the sight of her, he's overcome with the feeling of how much he loves her, and it pushes him from the wall and toward her until he's standing right in front of her. God, he hates the way her body seems so tense, that she feel afraid at all. It hurts to see. It hurts to know how much she suffered on her own. He's supposed to protect her. He's never been able to but he's supposed to, he has to and if ( ... )
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She cuts herself off, her hands fisting against her legs. "This is your fault."
Robin left, and when he came back--
Everything since then. The drug haze, the brief treatments she got here, the things Wyatt said to her later, the fact that Robin is here now, acting this way--
This is Wyatt's fault.
It doesn't matter if she can't control it. She doesn't care how much of the block she takes with her, how much gets warped or changes because of what she's about to do, doesn't care if Robin gets swept up in it as well. He wants to die. He wants to die.
She lets go.
The room twists and trebles like she and Wyatt are standing between two rows of mirrors. The world around them shakes without moving. Shadows of herself move with her, just out of sync, as she reaches out to touch the spot where she slapped him. "I will tear you apart."
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And then she's making the world shift. He has some idea (thanks to Robin) what she can do, and he knows that she has the ability to tear him apart. And he's fucking terrified. Wyatt does not want to die. There's still science to be done. Also, he hasn't had sex recently and that seems like a damn shame. If he doesn't act fast, he is fucked. He pulls the tranquilizer out of his pocket and shoves it into her, pressing the drug into her. It's going to be enough to knock her out for awhile especially since it's a dosage that's made for Robin. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
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He'll see it all, though. His old life, old pains reflecting through the image of the office around them. Ruvin makes a quiet, surprised sound and collapses. The office flickers and the phantoms fade. There's a breath for her to realize she's on the floor, to realize that she's helpless before the heaviness in her chest spreads and swamps her in darkness.
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He should kill her. He wants to kill her. Sure, she's an interesting study but certainly not worth risking his life over, and she quite obviously wants to kill him. For the sake of humanity, he should. No one should have the kind of power that she just displayed at least no one who seems to want to kill him and blame him for every mistake their whatever made. He's not worried about controlling Robin afterward. Robin is easy. Keep him set on tranquilizers, use the magic word, and he'll obey anything Wyatt says... which begs to reason why he couldn't have managed to think about that when Robin was trying to kill him. Alas ( ... )
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