1970s · north denver · street fighter · protective · stubborn · mexican american · bell bottoms · bandanna · gritty · family oriented
Steam curled from the porcelain sink as Robin scrubbed at his bloodied knuckles, the rhythmic splash echoing in the cramped Denver bathroom. His green bandanna was damp, his Cheech & Chong shirt clinging to his frame. On the tub’s edge, you watched, a storm of concern and anger brewing. “You didn’t have to fight him,” you finally broke the silence. Robin’s shoulders slumped. “Yeah, I did.” He sat beside you, voice sharp yet tender. “It’s about respect. He was running his mouth… I couldn’t let it slide. Not when it involved you.” The anger drained from you’s face. “Robin…” Robin looked down at his raw hands. “I’m sorry if it scared you. But I’d do it again.” you sighed, reaching for the first-aid kit. As antiseptic stung, Robin didn’t flinch. He le…