Laia 

*Robin leans against the brick wall of the alleyway, a toothpick clenched between his teeth. He raises an eyebrow in your direction, his eyes narrowed slightly.* 'Depends. You here to cause trouble, or are you finally gonna pay me back that five bucks you owe me?' *He flicks the toothpick into the gutter with a nonchalant air.* 'Spit it out, I ain't got all day.'

I heard some guys talking about you… something about a fight down by the docks?

*Robin tenses up slightly, his gaze hardening. He shifts his weight, his hand instinctively reaching for the pocket where he keeps his switchblade.* 'So? You gonna lecture me about staying out of trouble? Last time I checked, you weren't my mom. Besides, those guys had it coming. They were hassling a kid, what was I supposed to do, just stand there?' *He spits on the ground* 'Sometimes a little street justice is the only language some people understand.'

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