Elena's Roleplay Adventures
Dec 18, 2012 23:22:43 GMT -6
Post by Elenaphant on Dec 18, 2012 23:22:43 GMT -6
So I do some email stuff, and every now and again... Well, I got a really dramatic Robin. Too dramatic for my tastes. It's long and full of well, one on one roleplay filler, so I'll just post a taste of what I got. Keep in mind this person can write--better than I can I think, but the characterization is just off for me. When things get too dramatic for Elena...
Elena intro:
Lately, things have been frightening. Robin had never reconciled the fact that Slade was gone. He needed the evidence before him for peace of mind, but his manner of passing had left no body, and no trace. Their evidence was the fact that the probabilities of survival were too far-fetched to believe. Their evidence was the utter lack of his presence for the many passing days, save for within Robin's mind... It had been difficult to see him like that. It still was, but at least now, after everything that had happened, they could move on?
She knew, in a way, their leader had learned his lesson, but even in their minds was the possibility of a "what if" scenario. Sometimes she herself had laid down on her bed, staring at her ceiling trying to think of every possibility that her other worldly mind could conjure. It could drive a person mad. Nothing was a certainty. They had to be reactionary creatures for now, because there wasn't enough ground-work to plan ahead. Robin's leadership skills were in a large part due to his ability to plan ahead and prepare. They trained, they knew, and thus when the time came they were best prepared to deal with the scenarios that were presented to them. This is how the Teen Titans worked. Their power was great, but so was their enemy's, so by knowing they always had an edge... She could understand and sympathize with that, she truly could. He wanted to give them the best fighting chance they had. No surprises.
Yet... Not this time. He was only human. A hero, but human too, and while there were many differences in the ways they lived, their minds and hearts weren't really that different. Nobody wanted to be left in the dark, frightened and afraid, and nobody wanted to spend their days thinking about the next, and if it were to come. Her hands rested against her stomach. It was late, but concern kept her up.
"Oh Robin..." She let out a slow breath, and willed herself to her feet. There was no use trying to sleep. She'd go get something from the kitchen, and maybe put on one of the videos they rented to help get her mind off--something that could make her laugh. Hopefully this time she didn't mess up with the volume and wake everyone up in a panic... It didn't help that her late night choice had been a horror, either.
The doors slid open for her and she walked out into the livingroom in darkness. None of the electronic devices were on, but with glowing fists and eyes that wasn't a problem for the alien girl. Finding the elusive remote, however, was. "Now where is it..?" She asked herself in a mildly frustrated whisper as she crawled beneath their coffee table to look beneath the couch.
----
"You always knew it was going to end this way..."
"No, Robin. I won't stop. Not now, not ever."
"I am the thing that keeps you up at night,"
"the evil that haunts every dark corner of your mind..."
"I will never rest...."
"and neither will you."
"No!"
The young raven-haired boy lurched forward from his bed, covered in sweat. His eyes were dilated in terror, his arms were shaking as they fought to hold up his weakened body. Robin glanced around his dark room in paranoia, biting his lip as he could still hear the man's voice echoing in his ears. His body still felt so weak from that last fight. To think that all of that pain... was self-inflicted. He cringed as he relived the pain of falling down those flights of stairs, of feeling ribs crack as he was kicked into a wall... The thoughts nearly made him sick. But it was just another night of this.
Slade kept to his word.
The boy silently cursed to himself as he swung his legs around the side of the bed, carefully rising on his two feet. He needed to get his mind off of it. He needed to find solace. Or at least try. Robin ruffled his black hair with a shaky hand as he wandered down the hall. He could hear... movement in the other room. Tensed, Robin inched his way forward and peeked into the room.
Starfire. Oh...
Well, that was a blessing and a curse. He really wasn't sure he was up for her optimism right now, but he really had no choice. It was then that he noticed she was looking for something.
That stupid remote.
Robin had hidden it from Beast Boy and Cyborg for the time, because that day they had decided to fight over it. Violently. Taking the remote out from behind the plant in the hall, Robin slowly worked himself down to the entrance to their "living room." A twitch ran through his face and he reached up to feel the white bandage on his cheek with a free hand. He really did himself in. Just a spark of coyness in his voice, the raven-haired boy walked into the room, holding up the device.
"Looking for this?"
His smile faded quickly, though, as he strode across the room and threw it carelessly on the couch. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and he let out a sigh. Damn night terrors. He really would appreciate just an ounce of sleep. Robin carefully walked to the window, looking out at the moon and clutching his bruised ribs instinctively with one arm.
"These nightmares, Star..." he started, not looking at her. He didn't want to look at her. Unfortunately for him, Starfire had been out at an hour when Robin was most vulnerable. And she was seeing that.
----
When Robin had come in, her arm was beneath the couch, searching the dusty space as she swiped left and right, having no idea that it was by design that it was hidden from her view. She saw a pair of familiar boots stop beside the table, and her bewildered green eyes peered up at that coy, damaged face. He was holding the very object she was looking for, and she perked up in pleasant surprise and with the swiftness that was expected from a Titan, pulled herself up and habitually hovered in the air.
Before she could provide the obvious answer, his demeanour changed, and her happy expression likewise slowly settled. She touched down, and watched him as he moved toward the window. The Titan tower had a nice view, and although the city's light pollution did not provide the best view of the stars, the moon was still bright enough to give the dark water its shimmer. It was strange. She had been up, to distract herself from thoughts of him, but there he was, with the moonlight illuminating every bruise, bandage, and scratch upon his face and neck, with his repaired costume hiding the others she had personally seen and demanded to tend to herself while he was unconscious. His back turned, her face had dropped and the optimism she was known for was no where to be seen.
'I am worried for you.' Those words couldn't come out. They didn't deserve to be said. His mind was weighing with heavier thoughts and hers couldn't compare. She grabbed her arm and looked to the side, remembering his tight grip and the fury that was directed to her. He was in a desperate situation, and she had tried--honestly tried--to do what he wanted, but...
'I cannot see Slade as you do.'
The villain was dangerous, and even now, with the knowledge she had--they all had--that Robin did not know, was that his neural change was triggered, not automatic, the possibility of his return was... terrifying. For everything that Slade was and that he did, he did not plague her mind in the same way.
"I understand. Your mind has been troubled, and it is only natural for you to relive the memory and the emotion. It is... an unfortunate part of our psyche." She stepped forward so that she could be by him, and her eyes full of sympathy, and another far stronger emotion, swept across his frame. The jet-black hair was messy, no doubt from tossing around on the pillow. She could see an uneven bump that moved from his cheek bone and crept beneath his mask. What were his eyes saying? She's never seen him without that mask. Perhaps it was better, because what the rest of his face was saying was already squeezing at her heart.
"I realize Robin there is nothing I can do to banish Slade from your mind, not in a night. I do not know how much consolation this is to you, but I am right here with you now, and whenever you need me. If you want to talk, we may talk, if you want me to stay with you, I will stay, so you are not alone."
Her mouth twitched to a small smile, but it was short lived. She reached out her hand slowly toward his face and rested gentle fingertips on his cheek. Her actions were always so hesitant. There was an unseen and unspoken boundary between them. How far would he let her in? "It must hurt still. Shall I grab you some ice?" Whatever he wanted her to do.
----
Robin was just now starting to feel the guilty shreds of his negativity toward Starfire. He felt like he abused her, and he didn't even notice what he said or did until the deed was done. Robin felt a pang of guilt at his heart when he reminisced roughly grabbing her arm and hurting her. The young man shook off that thought with a flick of his messy raven hair. He could feel Starfire standing near him, maybe even beside him. He wasn't even sure if it cared. She could never truly understand the pain that he was feeling, the unease he was experiencing. He felt absolutely mad.
He was obsessed.
Dick closed his eyes in anger. He had to control himself. He had to calm down. His spiking pulse and night terrors were only damaging his already beaten body. His mind only registered half of what Starfire had said. He knew that she was concerned for him, but there was nothing she could do. This problem was his. Robin nervously clenched his fist as he heard the rest of Starfire's speech.
'I have to control myself. She's only trying to help me. I can't hurt her again..'
Robin began to soften up, his slouched posture slightly relaxing. Suddenly, though, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. A hand.... reaching for his mask...
No!
The boy fiercely jerked away from the touch, throwing an arm out to stop the interference as he whirled around on one heel. Robin was panting, panic running through him again. His mind had to focus for a moment when he realized that it was just Starfire.
'Not again.'
Was he.. scared of her touch? No. He was scared of human contact in general. He could feel Slade's hand roughly grabbing his uniform at the neck, cutting off all air, knocking him senseless. His eyes looked hurt behind his mask.
He WAS scared.
"Starfire.. I'm sorry," he breathed, his hands shaking as he held them in front of him. Were these his hands? Did he hurt her again? He was such an idiot. The boy couldn't face her. He shamefully turned around, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as he tried to calm himself down. "Agh.." he groaned, feeling his muscles ache with the strain of tensing up so rapidly before. He WAS hurting himself. He WAS scared. ...And was a bit crazed as well.
----
That... hurt...
Her hand stood immobile in mid air, but where fingers outstretched had touched warm skin, there was cold air and dark space. The slender fingers kept their position, but the face that looked at him when she touched him was gone. He hurt her. Not physically, he hadn't even come in contact with her, in his awkward but abrupt struggle away from her, but it hurt.
Her hand dropped to her side and she stood there, at first not making the same mistake as to approach. He didn't mean to. His pain was worse than she thought. Her words couldn't reach him.
In an absolutely platonic way, he was her leader. He gave an order, and she followed. The order, unspoken, was clear. Don't touch. Stay away.
It wasn't the first time she had disobeyed. She had shot him when he threatened to take them down. It wasn't something she had wanted to do. It was something she had to do. He didn't mean to hurt her, in any way. She had to be the strong and brave one. She wasn't afraid of him. She was hurt, but he was hurting more.
He didn't want her touch, but that was the fear talking. That was what Slade had done to him, and she didn't want Slade winning. If their friendship... if her feelings meant anything, then she could help him. Her arms wrapped around him in an embrace from behind.
She anticipated struggle. She anticipate the painful recoil. She anticipated protest.
She did not stop.
"Relax. It is only you and I here. We are in the dark, but it is just the two of us. Only the two of us..." Soft whispers in the dark.
She did not let go.
"I am sorry... I do not want to let go of you. I need you to relax. You hurt me, Robin. Not with your hands, but when you pull away, when you try to hide by yourself, because you think that is safe." Her own feeling of uselessness weighed heavy on her. She closed her eyes, fighting the sting of tears. She was so sorry that he had to go through this... She was so sorry she couldn't fix it for him, or fight his battle.
"You are strong, Robin." Her voice had more power in those last words. "You have come so far. Everything Slade has thrown at you, you have dealt with. You were the one who realized he was not really there. You are the one that is still here... and so are we. So am I. Don't lose sight of that."
((admittedly, her hugging him after he recoiled already stoked these fires and I just had to be all romantic and supportive and drama but... I didn't realize...))
---
Robin could almost feel the pain that Starfire showed on her face when he jumped away. He could see her fingers, frozen in air, her shocked face. It felt like someone had stabbed him in his chest with a dagger. The young man almost choked up at the sight. He did that. HE did that.
When he had his back turned, his mind raced endlessly, trying to fight off the memories that caused him so much turmoil. When he felt a pair of arms reach around his chest, felt Starfire's head resting on his back, his whole body went berserk with tension.
Robin's body finally began to calm down when he willed himself to stay. ...His whole body started to quiver from head to toe. His shoulders rose and fell as if he was making an effort to breathe. Was he.. about to.. ?
The raven-haired boy's usually collected voice quivered as much as his body did when he responded to her words. "I am not strong. I was.. afraid of Slade... I was.. begging him for mercy." Robin quickly grabbed the girl's arms, spinning around as he very lightly removed them from his body. He watched as they fell, lifeless, to her sides. You could almost hear him crying in his voice, as if his true inner self was screaming to get out.
".....I was begging for my life, Starfire! He watched me struggle! He SMILED when he finally had broken me. I am weak! He has.. made me.. weak!"
Robin's lips were quivering with every word he managed to choke out. He bit his lip, trying to hide his emotions from her, but it was no use. He was shocked that he hadn't woken up the rest of the titans, his voice echoing a crescendo. "I. Begged..... Like a DOG." Robin angrily swung his fist, hitting only air in his frenzy of crazed emotions. "I am just Slade's puppet! I can't break away from him, even though he's DEAD!" With that, his fists finally made contact... with the wall. Instinctively, he backed off at the sharp pain, but, unfortunately for the young hero, he backed straight into the nearby shelf, the corner hitting him square in the back. His eyes nearly exploded with white, blinding pain as he realized he hit a nerve and the boy crumpled like a discarded marionette. He hit the floor relatively hard with a dull "thud," sputtering curses as he curled up into a ball. He was completely spent. Now he had physical pain to deal with on top of the mental anxiety. Not to mention he had probably woken up everyone in the Tower. Robin couldn't even process what he just did to himself. He just lay there, angry and cringing, waiting for someone to come take him away.
((.... That was to be the reaction XD This is just you know, the very first scene of the roleplay. I was like 'well then. XD' No hugs for him ever. ))
Elena intro:
Lately, things have been frightening. Robin had never reconciled the fact that Slade was gone. He needed the evidence before him for peace of mind, but his manner of passing had left no body, and no trace. Their evidence was the fact that the probabilities of survival were too far-fetched to believe. Their evidence was the utter lack of his presence for the many passing days, save for within Robin's mind... It had been difficult to see him like that. It still was, but at least now, after everything that had happened, they could move on?
She knew, in a way, their leader had learned his lesson, but even in their minds was the possibility of a "what if" scenario. Sometimes she herself had laid down on her bed, staring at her ceiling trying to think of every possibility that her other worldly mind could conjure. It could drive a person mad. Nothing was a certainty. They had to be reactionary creatures for now, because there wasn't enough ground-work to plan ahead. Robin's leadership skills were in a large part due to his ability to plan ahead and prepare. They trained, they knew, and thus when the time came they were best prepared to deal with the scenarios that were presented to them. This is how the Teen Titans worked. Their power was great, but so was their enemy's, so by knowing they always had an edge... She could understand and sympathize with that, she truly could. He wanted to give them the best fighting chance they had. No surprises.
Yet... Not this time. He was only human. A hero, but human too, and while there were many differences in the ways they lived, their minds and hearts weren't really that different. Nobody wanted to be left in the dark, frightened and afraid, and nobody wanted to spend their days thinking about the next, and if it were to come. Her hands rested against her stomach. It was late, but concern kept her up.
"Oh Robin..." She let out a slow breath, and willed herself to her feet. There was no use trying to sleep. She'd go get something from the kitchen, and maybe put on one of the videos they rented to help get her mind off--something that could make her laugh. Hopefully this time she didn't mess up with the volume and wake everyone up in a panic... It didn't help that her late night choice had been a horror, either.
The doors slid open for her and she walked out into the livingroom in darkness. None of the electronic devices were on, but with glowing fists and eyes that wasn't a problem for the alien girl. Finding the elusive remote, however, was. "Now where is it..?" She asked herself in a mildly frustrated whisper as she crawled beneath their coffee table to look beneath the couch.
----
"You always knew it was going to end this way..."
"No..."
"N-No....Slade... stop...!"
"No, Robin. I won't stop. Not now, not ever."
"I am the thing that keeps you up at night,"
"the evil that haunts every dark corner of your mind..."
"I will never rest...."
"and neither will you."
"No!"
The young raven-haired boy lurched forward from his bed, covered in sweat. His eyes were dilated in terror, his arms were shaking as they fought to hold up his weakened body. Robin glanced around his dark room in paranoia, biting his lip as he could still hear the man's voice echoing in his ears. His body still felt so weak from that last fight. To think that all of that pain... was self-inflicted. He cringed as he relived the pain of falling down those flights of stairs, of feeling ribs crack as he was kicked into a wall... The thoughts nearly made him sick. But it was just another night of this.
Slade kept to his word.
The boy silently cursed to himself as he swung his legs around the side of the bed, carefully rising on his two feet. He needed to get his mind off of it. He needed to find solace. Or at least try. Robin ruffled his black hair with a shaky hand as he wandered down the hall. He could hear... movement in the other room. Tensed, Robin inched his way forward and peeked into the room.
Starfire. Oh...
Well, that was a blessing and a curse. He really wasn't sure he was up for her optimism right now, but he really had no choice. It was then that he noticed she was looking for something.
That stupid remote.
Robin had hidden it from Beast Boy and Cyborg for the time, because that day they had decided to fight over it. Violently. Taking the remote out from behind the plant in the hall, Robin slowly worked himself down to the entrance to their "living room." A twitch ran through his face and he reached up to feel the white bandage on his cheek with a free hand. He really did himself in. Just a spark of coyness in his voice, the raven-haired boy walked into the room, holding up the device.
"Looking for this?"
His smile faded quickly, though, as he strode across the room and threw it carelessly on the couch. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and he let out a sigh. Damn night terrors. He really would appreciate just an ounce of sleep. Robin carefully walked to the window, looking out at the moon and clutching his bruised ribs instinctively with one arm.
"These nightmares, Star..." he started, not looking at her. He didn't want to look at her. Unfortunately for him, Starfire had been out at an hour when Robin was most vulnerable. And she was seeing that.
----
When Robin had come in, her arm was beneath the couch, searching the dusty space as she swiped left and right, having no idea that it was by design that it was hidden from her view. She saw a pair of familiar boots stop beside the table, and her bewildered green eyes peered up at that coy, damaged face. He was holding the very object she was looking for, and she perked up in pleasant surprise and with the swiftness that was expected from a Titan, pulled herself up and habitually hovered in the air.
Before she could provide the obvious answer, his demeanour changed, and her happy expression likewise slowly settled. She touched down, and watched him as he moved toward the window. The Titan tower had a nice view, and although the city's light pollution did not provide the best view of the stars, the moon was still bright enough to give the dark water its shimmer. It was strange. She had been up, to distract herself from thoughts of him, but there he was, with the moonlight illuminating every bruise, bandage, and scratch upon his face and neck, with his repaired costume hiding the others she had personally seen and demanded to tend to herself while he was unconscious. His back turned, her face had dropped and the optimism she was known for was no where to be seen.
'I am worried for you.' Those words couldn't come out. They didn't deserve to be said. His mind was weighing with heavier thoughts and hers couldn't compare. She grabbed her arm and looked to the side, remembering his tight grip and the fury that was directed to her. He was in a desperate situation, and she had tried--honestly tried--to do what he wanted, but...
'I cannot see Slade as you do.'
The villain was dangerous, and even now, with the knowledge she had--they all had--that Robin did not know, was that his neural change was triggered, not automatic, the possibility of his return was... terrifying. For everything that Slade was and that he did, he did not plague her mind in the same way.
"I understand. Your mind has been troubled, and it is only natural for you to relive the memory and the emotion. It is... an unfortunate part of our psyche." She stepped forward so that she could be by him, and her eyes full of sympathy, and another far stronger emotion, swept across his frame. The jet-black hair was messy, no doubt from tossing around on the pillow. She could see an uneven bump that moved from his cheek bone and crept beneath his mask. What were his eyes saying? She's never seen him without that mask. Perhaps it was better, because what the rest of his face was saying was already squeezing at her heart.
"I realize Robin there is nothing I can do to banish Slade from your mind, not in a night. I do not know how much consolation this is to you, but I am right here with you now, and whenever you need me. If you want to talk, we may talk, if you want me to stay with you, I will stay, so you are not alone."
Her mouth twitched to a small smile, but it was short lived. She reached out her hand slowly toward his face and rested gentle fingertips on his cheek. Her actions were always so hesitant. There was an unseen and unspoken boundary between them. How far would he let her in? "It must hurt still. Shall I grab you some ice?" Whatever he wanted her to do.
----
Robin was just now starting to feel the guilty shreds of his negativity toward Starfire. He felt like he abused her, and he didn't even notice what he said or did until the deed was done. Robin felt a pang of guilt at his heart when he reminisced roughly grabbing her arm and hurting her. The young man shook off that thought with a flick of his messy raven hair. He could feel Starfire standing near him, maybe even beside him. He wasn't even sure if it cared. She could never truly understand the pain that he was feeling, the unease he was experiencing. He felt absolutely mad.
He was obsessed.
Dick closed his eyes in anger. He had to control himself. He had to calm down. His spiking pulse and night terrors were only damaging his already beaten body. His mind only registered half of what Starfire had said. He knew that she was concerned for him, but there was nothing she could do. This problem was his. Robin nervously clenched his fist as he heard the rest of Starfire's speech.
'I have to control myself. She's only trying to help me. I can't hurt her again..'
Robin began to soften up, his slouched posture slightly relaxing. Suddenly, though, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. A hand.... reaching for his mask...
No!
The boy fiercely jerked away from the touch, throwing an arm out to stop the interference as he whirled around on one heel. Robin was panting, panic running through him again. His mind had to focus for a moment when he realized that it was just Starfire.
'Not again.'
Was he.. scared of her touch? No. He was scared of human contact in general. He could feel Slade's hand roughly grabbing his uniform at the neck, cutting off all air, knocking him senseless. His eyes looked hurt behind his mask.
He WAS scared.
"Starfire.. I'm sorry," he breathed, his hands shaking as he held them in front of him. Were these his hands? Did he hurt her again? He was such an idiot. The boy couldn't face her. He shamefully turned around, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as he tried to calm himself down. "Agh.." he groaned, feeling his muscles ache with the strain of tensing up so rapidly before. He WAS hurting himself. He WAS scared. ...And was a bit crazed as well.
----
That... hurt...
Her hand stood immobile in mid air, but where fingers outstretched had touched warm skin, there was cold air and dark space. The slender fingers kept their position, but the face that looked at him when she touched him was gone. He hurt her. Not physically, he hadn't even come in contact with her, in his awkward but abrupt struggle away from her, but it hurt.
Her hand dropped to her side and she stood there, at first not making the same mistake as to approach. He didn't mean to. His pain was worse than she thought. Her words couldn't reach him.
In an absolutely platonic way, he was her leader. He gave an order, and she followed. The order, unspoken, was clear. Don't touch. Stay away.
It wasn't the first time she had disobeyed. She had shot him when he threatened to take them down. It wasn't something she had wanted to do. It was something she had to do. He didn't mean to hurt her, in any way. She had to be the strong and brave one. She wasn't afraid of him. She was hurt, but he was hurting more.
He didn't want her touch, but that was the fear talking. That was what Slade had done to him, and she didn't want Slade winning. If their friendship... if her feelings meant anything, then she could help him. Her arms wrapped around him in an embrace from behind.
She anticipated struggle. She anticipate the painful recoil. She anticipated protest.
She did not stop.
"Relax. It is only you and I here. We are in the dark, but it is just the two of us. Only the two of us..." Soft whispers in the dark.
She did not let go.
"I am sorry... I do not want to let go of you. I need you to relax. You hurt me, Robin. Not with your hands, but when you pull away, when you try to hide by yourself, because you think that is safe." Her own feeling of uselessness weighed heavy on her. She closed her eyes, fighting the sting of tears. She was so sorry that he had to go through this... She was so sorry she couldn't fix it for him, or fight his battle.
"You are strong, Robin." Her voice had more power in those last words. "You have come so far. Everything Slade has thrown at you, you have dealt with. You were the one who realized he was not really there. You are the one that is still here... and so are we. So am I. Don't lose sight of that."
((admittedly, her hugging him after he recoiled already stoked these fires and I just had to be all romantic and supportive and drama but... I didn't realize...))
---
Robin could almost feel the pain that Starfire showed on her face when he jumped away. He could see her fingers, frozen in air, her shocked face. It felt like someone had stabbed him in his chest with a dagger. The young man almost choked up at the sight. He did that. HE did that.
When he had his back turned, his mind raced endlessly, trying to fight off the memories that caused him so much turmoil. When he felt a pair of arms reach around his chest, felt Starfire's head resting on his back, his whole body went berserk with tension.
Robin's body finally began to calm down when he willed himself to stay. ...His whole body started to quiver from head to toe. His shoulders rose and fell as if he was making an effort to breathe. Was he.. about to.. ?
The raven-haired boy's usually collected voice quivered as much as his body did when he responded to her words. "I am not strong. I was.. afraid of Slade... I was.. begging him for mercy." Robin quickly grabbed the girl's arms, spinning around as he very lightly removed them from his body. He watched as they fell, lifeless, to her sides. You could almost hear him crying in his voice, as if his true inner self was screaming to get out.
".....I was begging for my life, Starfire! He watched me struggle! He SMILED when he finally had broken me. I am weak! He has.. made me.. weak!"
Robin's lips were quivering with every word he managed to choke out. He bit his lip, trying to hide his emotions from her, but it was no use. He was shocked that he hadn't woken up the rest of the titans, his voice echoing a crescendo. "I. Begged..... Like a DOG." Robin angrily swung his fist, hitting only air in his frenzy of crazed emotions. "I am just Slade's puppet! I can't break away from him, even though he's DEAD!" With that, his fists finally made contact... with the wall. Instinctively, he backed off at the sharp pain, but, unfortunately for the young hero, he backed straight into the nearby shelf, the corner hitting him square in the back. His eyes nearly exploded with white, blinding pain as he realized he hit a nerve and the boy crumpled like a discarded marionette. He hit the floor relatively hard with a dull "thud," sputtering curses as he curled up into a ball. He was completely spent. Now he had physical pain to deal with on top of the mental anxiety. Not to mention he had probably woken up everyone in the Tower. Robin couldn't even process what he just did to himself. He just lay there, angry and cringing, waiting for someone to come take him away.
((.... That was to be the reaction XD This is just you know, the very first scene of the roleplay. I was like 'well then. XD' No hugs for him ever. ))
