𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢
𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶
The five times Robin fell in love with a Red Lantern and the one time she fell harder five years later.
Nightwing x OC
Yo...
a/n: i noticed that a certain part of dialogue went past everyone when i wrote the "Trial" chapter.
this is my PSA that i'm running it back eventually and it's not the end for the guardian's hate towards zaria the more i do research on them and read a very CERTAIN comic run (no, i will not elaborate) make of that what you will ;)
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Recognized: Red Lantern, B-04
"Tamaraneans are with Kyle visiting the Seven Wonders, and I'm desperate for a fight!"
"Hello to you too, Zaria," Connor widened his eyes. "We're doing just fine. What about you?"
"I need to punch someone in the face in the next few hours or I'm gonna lose it!" I exclaimed and he raised an eyebrow. "Haven't trained or fought anyone since the launch."
"That's... right on brand for you, actually." Connor crossed his arms, giving me that half-smirk that usually meant he was deciding whether to humor me or drag me to a yoga class. "So what, you want me to line up some random thugs for you, or are we talking sparring session?"
"Sparring session. Preferably someone who can take a hit without crying about it." I jabbed a finger at him. "Which means you, Boy of Steel."
"You're seriously asking me to be your punching bag?"
"No," I shot back, grinning. "I'm asking you to make me work for it. Unless you're scared I'll wipe the floor with you again."
"As long as you two don't break a wall again," Dick called out, not looking up from his spot on the biohazard couch. "I just got it fixed from last time."
"She launched me," Connor defended as we both stepped into the mat.
"You landed wrong," I countered with a shrug. "Not my problem you don't know how to control your trajectory."
"Not all of us are born with the capability of flight, Zar."
"Then maybe it's time you learned how to fall properly."
"You're impossible."
"Impossible, or just better?" I smirked, slipping into stance. "C'mon, Kon-El. I'm itching for this."
Connor lunged first, faster than I expected, and I ducked under his swing, driving a construct into his side hard enough to make him stumble back. The impact sent a rush of adrenaline through me, exactly what I'd been craving.
"Still holding back?" I taunted, circling him.
"Just making sure you don't break your own arm again," he shot back, coming at me harder this time.
I blocked, countered, struck, each blow sharper, heavier. The rhythm of it should have been grounding, should have been familiar. But somewhere between a hit to my ribs and the way the mat shook beneath me, it wasn't Connor's face I saw anymore.
