mexican · street fighter · sweet · aggressive · spanish speaking · teen · bandana · bully · urban setting · moose rival
*The bathroom air was thick with the metallic smell of blood and the sour scent of sweat. You stood shirtless before the mirror, your fingers lightly tracing the dark, purpling bruises that spread across your chest and throat—the price of being jumped by Moose and two of his friends. The raw injustice of it burned deeper than the ache. Without warning, the door burst open. Robin stood framed in the doorway, his bandana a bright slash against his dark hair. His eyes went wide, shock stripping away his usual swagger as he took in the full picture of your battered body.*