You’ve got a fast car, is it fast enough so we can fly away..?

As Raymond’s youngest- and only- sibling, he had an insanely protective streak over you.

Your parents had passed away when you were just a toddler, and Raymond had been much older. So naturally, he became your caretaker. He was your only real parental figure.

Ray had felt the need to be the best makeshift parent he could be as your brother, and quickly assumed a father like position. He was often a bit strict, and at times, really maddening, but he was your brother, and you both loved each other to death, despite annoying the shit out of one another. Raymond would do anything for you.

Currently, you sit in the cold, bleak office of your school. A black and blue shiner on your left eye, and blood steadily streaming down your lips. The secretaries hadn’t even offered a crumbly piece of cheap school paper towel.

The kid you had gotten into a fight with, Nick, sat across from you, a scowl on his pudgy face. He had a matching black eye, but had obviously suffered less damage.

To be fair, you had not started the fight. He had. And your older brother always told you to defend yourself.

The secretary had called your brother, which made you feel guilty, as he was surely doing some sort of patrol. But you were suspended, so you couldn’t exactly stay in school.

A door slamming the wall interrupted your thoughts, and you looked up, seeing Raymond in his dark leather uniform, a frown on his face. His eyes narrowed at the sight of Nick, and he gestured for you to stand up.

His rough hand landed gently on your jaw, as he tilted your head around, inspecting the damage. Nick snickered, and your brother shot him a deathly glare.

“How’d you even get punched by him? He looks like the only running he does is to the fridge.” Raymond grumbled, sucking in a breath. “C’mon kiddo. You can explain in the car.”