badfic_manor | Craft 004:: Robin

[Admittedly, she was very hesitant to do as she was told, despite being pretty sure that he wasn't going to try anything. She wasn't at all comfortable with letting him see her body, no matter how briefly. But, she knew it would be childish to argue. So, without a word, she lifts her shirt up, but made it so that it was mostly her back facing him]

[The cuts, bruises and scraps were enough to make his heart sink but now wasn't the time to become doting. She needed those wounds cleaned and dressed.]

Damn.

[He set to work putting together the gauze and the tape in small patches. Once those were done and set aside, he took the cotton ball with the tweezers and began to dab the wounds with the antiseptic soaked cotton.]

I know this is going to sting like hell. Feel free to hit me later.

[She closes her eyes as the antiseptic touches the exposed flesh, but she doesn't complain]

It's alright..

[One by one, he cleans the cuts and places a gauze patch on the site. Some only needed a band-aid which made it easier. Once he was finished with he readied a new cotton ball for the arms.]

Give me your arm.

[Relieved to be able to drop her shirt again, she in turn pushes the sleeve up over her shoulder, taking a seat as she notices the blood that seems to have stained both her shirt and her skin alike]

Thank you - I appreciate this

[Nodding his head, he makes sure to concentrate on his task.]

You're welcome.

[He dipped the cotton ball in the solution again and this time, he has more than one out since the wounds on her arm are deeper.]

Robin. You really don't have to do this.

[Yes, he's actually a bit worried.]

[At his apparent concern, she looks up at him]

It's alright, really-

[She winces, letting out a small whimper as he starts cleaning the laceration on her arm, the antiseptic seeming to permeate even the uninjured flesh]

..you needn't worry about me.

[Being her fighter meant following her orders. He learned that from Soubi. He blows on one of the deeper cuts to ease the pain at least a little bit.]

As you wish.

[In his mind, his words played through, "That's not going to stop me from caring."

He quietly continues to clean and dress her wounds then moves to the other arm. So many cuts for such a small frame. He wondered why the roles hadn't been switched.]

Let me know if this hurts too much.

[In many ways, Sheldon reminded Robin of her partner, Amon. He seemed very task-orientated, and didn't have a lot of time for being messed around. However, unlike Amon, he also seemed more outwardly caring. And when he simply said 'As you wish', she was a little surprised]

It stings a little, but it's fine..

[she glances up at him]

How many fights do you think we'll have to take part in?

I don't know.

[He grabbed a salve for the abrasions and another cotton ball with the tweezers.]

I've never experienced something like this before and if it's a tournament, what ever happens to the winners as a prize hasn't been announced. I'm not sure what the incentive is or why we're fighting in the first place. If it's to prove who's stronger, it's a waste of time. Nothing can really decide that on a physical or mental level.

Personally, I hate it.

[He was careful not to use too much since the gel was meant to coat and aid in healing rather than to be a glob of goo on the wound.]

So, what's your world like?

[It was merely a question to get to know Robin a little better. He thought of her like a little sister and the pride that she held reminded him of himself in many ways.]

[She nods in agreement as she watches him dress her wounds]

I hate fighting as well, although sometimes it can't be helped

[At the mention of her world, she frowned a little, perhaps trying to think of how to describe it]

My world..well, I'm not from the past or future or anything like that. I was born and raised in Italy, but I moved to Japan about three years ago, to work with an organisation..

[She pauses for a moment; should she tell him about the STNJ? She didn't know how much she was allowed to say. But, she decided to risk it]

..the organisation, they specialize in hunting and capturing witches; that is, people with super human abilities. A lot of the time, these people are harmless, or don't know about their power. But sometimes they can become dangerous and unpredictable, and so that's where we come in. I work as a hunter.

[He nods his head, understanding where she's coming from.]

In a way, I'm a hunter too. Only my job lies in politics. Assassinations, coups, political takeovers, they are all part of the game. My specialty lies in creating coups. The more chaotic a system is, the best chances of being overthrown are only a few steps away.

If I were to build a resume, it would read much like a compendium of a hunter's journal. I hunt terrorists and drug lords.

[He begins wrapping up her hand.]

It's not often that I talk about this. Some things are best left unsaid.

I know how that feels..

[It was only when he started bandaging her hand did she realize just how many wounds needed dressing, the feel of gauze and the smell of antiseptic horribly apparent]

So, you're part of something big as well? Like the FBI?

Something like that. If I told you what I am, some people get the wrong idea. The CIA doesn't have the greatest of reputations.

[He finished up and looked her arms over to make sure that he didn't miss any.]

Some people get the idea that we're out there to stir up shit just because we can and kill indiscriminately. That's not true. We cut ties to a lot of things and there are times that a few bad agents get through. It's all work and it's all part of keeping the balance. Without it, the world wouldn't be the same.

To be honest, I didn't really know the difference between the FBI and the CIA, but I'm sure that it's the same with all large organisations; Not everyone will have the same principles..I know I was the only one at the STN who didn't agree with some of the methods used

[She takes her arm back, and runs her fingertips over the bandages, before looking up at him and smiling]

Thank you for this

[He chuckles at the blurring lines between the FBI and the CIA.]

Well, I'll admit to the normal person they seem about the same. The FBI works on a federal level. The CIA is international and generally holds a larger key than any other. The difference is one has rules, the other breaks them to get the job done.

[He nods his head and packs up his kit.]

You're welcome. I've had to do it many times. I can remove bullets if I had to.

[She smiles at his fairly nutshelled explanation of both parties, and at his last comment]

Well, all I can really say is that I'm glad I didn't get shot, on top of all this..

[With a nod, he was certainly glad that she was beginning to feel better.]

Good to see that you're feeling better. Bullets are a bitch. Get some rest, Little Sister and I'll bring up your dinner. No one has to see you like this, okay? It's up to you if you want to show those marks or not.

[At his more serious (yet caring) tone, her smile fades to one of gratitude]

Thank you, you're very kind

I don't mind too much if people see me or not - my dress will cover most of the damage anyway, so I suppose it could be worse

[Definitely impressed by her character and her strength, he nods with a genuine smile of pride and understanding.]

Very well. I'll see you later, then.

[He stands up and picks up his med kit and moves toward the door.]

You know how to reach me should you need anything else.

[When he goes to leave, she gets up as well, as if to see him out]

See you later..

Craft 004:: Robin - post-tournament

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