Robin one shot part 3!

Trust

There'd been high tech weapons trafficking facility working just far enough from shore to be ignored. If he hadn't noticed the energy spikes, he doubted anyone would've figured it out. The police would've had no idea where it was all coming from until a few months down the line. He'd saved them so much money and time and resources yet he wasn't satisfied with the work he'd done. It wasn't even because he got hurt. That was just part of the job, and he still took the facility down singlehandedly, so that made up for the minor - maybe major depending on who you were asking and if that person was a trained medical professional - injuries. It would've been easier with everyone else there. More fun too. Sure he came to Jump City without the intention of building a team like the one he had but now he couldn't imagine doing missions like these without them. God damn his need to have some sort of family. He shook his head tiredly. What he needed was a coffee and some sleep if he had time. Coffee took priority though despite it directly impacting his sleep time.

Eventually, there was a ding and the elevator doors opened to a dark empty living room. He found some comfort in that. Walking past his team would be way too embarrassing and he could b-line straight for the coffee machine without hearing comments about it. He gripped onto his staff and stumbled over to the kitchen area. He tried to keep quiet as he moved around to get things so he didn't attract attention to himself. The last thing he needed right now was some comment on the Red X thing or how he shouldn't have gone out. He was in the right about this one thing but he wasn't in the mood to say I told you so right now. He wasn't in the mood to say anything. Probably because his throat hurt after having someone's hands around his neck. He pressed a button on the machine and listened to it slowly boil the water. It was satisfying to hear and certainly much better than explosions and gunshots. There was a soft pattering of the water running off his suit and dropping to the ground. He'd have to clean that up later. Maybe. Or he could just turn the underfloor heating up so it evaporated faster. Too far. If someone slipped on the water they must've been trying to slip. Besides, it's not like his reputation with them would get much worse. There was a small beep when the coffee machine was ready and put his cup into position. He supposed since it was late at night he shouldn't have it straight up so he went to the fridge to get milk. The cold from it somehow made the feeling of standing in wet clothes even worse so he quickly snatched the milk and closed it, shivering to himself. If this milk was off, he was going to throw a temper tantrum. A subdued tantrum since he was exhausted but a temper tantrum nonetheless. He grabbed his cup which was now filled to the brim with the dark liquid that substituted actually sleeping and poured what felt like half a bag of sugar into it. He then added a splash of milk, returned the carton to the fridge, and then took his soggy self to his bedroom to get changed.

After getting into some clothes that were sopping wet with seawater, he lazily performed some first aid on himself. Most of it was bandaging wounds and cleaning out scrapes. Something he noticed upon catching himself in the mirror was deep bruises around his neck. He ghosted his hands over them with a frown, knowing they would peek out from underneath his collar. Then again, if he were on shaky ground with the team they probably wouldn't waste any time seeing if he was alright. His hands dropped to his sides. He'd really messed up, hadn't he? They trusted him to do the right thing. Hell, he was an example for everyone since he was their leader and he should be better. Red X was such a good concept. He'd planned everything out yet when it came into fruition, he couldn't have thought it would be like this. He hurt his friends. He'd really hurt them and even worse, he knew how they felt. That certain type of hurt where you feel betrayed and undermined even though you knew you were perfectly capable of doing whatever that person thought you couldn't do. He'd felt that feeling at least once a week since he started! Robin shook his head. It was too late in the night to think about that and even later to apologize. Right now he needed to just drink his coffee and write his mission log. Not like anyone would read it. At this point, he was just doing it out of habit.