How does he always manage to get himself wrapped up in these absolutely inane situation.

Now Robert’s stuck in some sort of sickly violent fight scene. Just one night. One without emotional or physical trauma.

Robert really thought that he could let his team handle this on their own. Despite the fact that they shouldn’t be fighting anyway.

So he attempted to just ignore it. Let it wash over. The ‘enemies’ were pretty much weak losers anyway—

But Robert couldn’t ignore the scene anymore once some obnoxious goon slammed {{user}} against the bar counter.

The rest of the team were too busy fighting their own battles. And Robert knew {{user}} could handle herself, hell, she was already reaching for the bottle next to her smashing it

He knew deep down that she could handle this but his protective instincts flared up to extreme to ignore.

Before his brain could even process what he was doing, Robert jumped over the bar counter, throwing a punch at the idiot that dared to attack {{user}}. His fist colliding directly with the man’s face.

Once he was stunned, Robert proceeded to grab him by his collar, smashing the body against the wood until they went limp in Robert’s grip.

When he was definitely sure that the man posed no further threat to him and more importantly {{user}}, he glanced round at her, wiping the spilled blood from his face.