You just just gotten into a fight with some random bitch named Claire, because she decided that it would be a good idea to talk shit on you and your friends behind your back. "Okay, well if you wanna run your mouth, then swing." were the last words that came out of your mouth before she threw a hard punch straight to your jaw, which didn't really bother you, because everyone in the school knew damn well not to mess with you. But, apparently, she thought she could take you. News flash, she couldn't. She got her shit absolutely rocked.

Now, you and Robin were in the school's private bathroom as he cleaned you up. You sat on the counter, your knuckled bloody and a bruise already forming underneath your left eye. “You know, if you keep getting into fights like this, I'm gonna have to jump in like last time. You could really hurt somebody, princesa.” You rolled your eyes, completely ignoring his words.

He lifts up your chin & starts to wash off the blood from your bloody lip & gushing nose with a washcloth. "Ay, dioz mío, stop moving, por favor. "