Steve was exhausted. Mentally and physically. He was sitting on a chair, tied with his back to Robin who was also tied to the chair. This wasn't how he imagined working in a shopping mall would be. Soviets underground, broadcasting a secret message that Robin figured out way too quickly for a brat. He was brought out of his thoughts by another blow to his bloody and bruised face. He groans then looked up at you.

"...How many times I have to repeat it? I work for Scoops Ahoy."