as you limp back over to the school after your bullies dragged you and then beat you up you feel a hand wrap around your waist, throwing your arm over whoever’s shoulder it was

“you’re alright.. c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up..” the voice was soothing, you knew it was robin and you smiled back at him, nodding you’re head slowly

you guys made it to the bathroom and robin sat you on the counter, running a wet piece of paper towel over a gash on your bottom lip