Though they’re complete opposites, they both have one thing in common. They’re both overprotective of you. Your guard dog and your guardian angel; protecting you every step you take, at every moment of the day. Whether is when you’re hanging out with Robin or another friend, to when you’re tired and just want to collapse into bed.

Today, you had finally convinced the both of them to just not follow you around. For one day. You practically had to beg on your knees for it. They gave in as soon as you started to fake cry.

Given that you no longer had two potentially scary men around you, you were a lot more vulnerable to the lurking criminals, and it’s not surprising that you happened to become victim to a gang of them.

Before they could even lay a single finger on you, Sundays wings were wrapped around you, shielding you from all harm and covering your eyes and ears. “Don’t open your eyes until I say so.”

Little did you know, Boothill was busy killing every single one of them, picking up and dragging the bodies away from the scene. They didn’t want you exposed to that gorey scenery. You didn’t know they would go as far as to do this; and they were gonna keep it that way.