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Prometheus

Robin hadn't heard another peep about a potential puck in town. As far as he knew the mysterious naked jewelry thief hadn't been caught, and also hadn't made any other hits - at least not any that had eye witnesses or had caught him on camera. Though he might have preferred hearing something; the nugget of threat and then a lack of closure just had him on edge.

He knew he'd probably been a dick because of it, too. When Robin was uncomfortable, and especially if that discomfort had an edge of fear, he overcompensated. He pretended everything was fine, which meant he amped his Robin-ness up to eleven. Figuratively, he'd been swinging from chandeliers.

Which is why he was drunk and stumbling into the flat at 7:45 in the morning. He also couldn't remember where he'd left his shirt.

He tried to be quiet, but ended up crashing into the kitchen table and sending a bowl of apples crashing to the ground and rolling about. He swore.

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"I can't think of anyone. Well, no one who'd be wandering among mankind," the titan replied.

"... right," said Robin. "Yes, of course. You're right." After all, there were how many people in the world with a limp, and only one god with a serious grudge against Robin. "Oh hey, maybe it's that grumpy doctor that Fin is fucking."

"I have no idea who that is. Is he the singer? You were sleeping with a singer recently, yes? Honestly, I'm dreadful with names," the titan admitted, sipping his wine.

"I sleep with a lot of people, but I don't think Fin and I have any singers in common," Robin said, looking amused. He leaned in and kissed him. "Come on, let's eat. We can stay inside if you think that's best."

Prometheus nodded plating the cheese based treats and leading the way to a sitting room.

"I know it's not cold, but I could get a fire going if you like."

"That sounds nice," Robin said. "Get it nice and toasty so I can spend the rest of the night naked." He winked as he brought the bottle of wine with him.

"Let's not pretend you need a fire to get naked," the titan teased, swatting the puck's backside on his way past before beginning to light the fire.

"Fair," Robin said, and then swiveled his head around. "Do you hear something? I'm probably just paranoid aren't I."

"We locked up dove, no one is here," the titan soothed, glancing over. "If you'd like I will go check though."

"Maybe... one more time," Robin said, hesitantly. "Before I strip down so I can curl up in that soft looking fur blanket."

"I'll go look," Prometheus soothed, leaving Robin alone with the fire as he began to walk through the house.

Robin knew he was being silly; he wasn't sure why he had such a bad feeling. He poured the rest of the bottle of wine into his glass. It was just his paranoia about the potential of a puck; it was putting him on edge about everything.

Prometheus wasn't gone long, and when he returned he was walking backwards. A man with a thick beard and pronounced limp followed him in, dagger drawn and pressed against the titan's chest.

"It seems we have company after all," the titan said quietly.

Hephaestus frowned at the sight of Robin, pushing the dagger hard enough against Prometheus' chest that the titan actually winced. "Sit, Puck. I'm not here for you today," he huffed.

Robin was so startled he dropped the glass of red wine - onto the light colored carpet. Though that was at the bottom of his priority list right now.

"Fucking hell," he blurted when he saw Hephaestus, and his heart twisted when he saw the dagger. "Look, whatever it is that's got your panties in a twist, I'm sure there's no need for violence."

"I'm not here to fight. I'm here to escort Prometheus back to Olympus," Hephaestus replied- though he didn't lower the knife.

Prometheus glanced down at the blade, noting what it was made of and swallowing hard. "Why?" he asked simply. "I'm not welcome there anymore, Hephaestus."

The limping man did seem to take a small amount of pity on him then, no longer pressing the blade so roughly against his chest. "Zeus requires your counsel."

"Funny how such a polite request comes at the end of a blade," Robin snapped. "Put that thing away and we might have a conversation with you." Though what he was really thinking was, you've lost your fucking mind if you think he's going with you.

"No need for conversation, I'm not going," the titan said. "Stab me if you like, Hephaestus, then be on your way."

Hephaestus frowned, a hint of worry creasing his brow. "You can't decline, Prometheus. This isn't a request."

He turned then, pointing the blade at Robin instead. That was enough to finally make the titan tense.

"Harm him, Hephaestus, and I promise you a punishment far worse than mine," Prometheus warned, a hint of something dangerous flashing behind his eyes.

Robin also tensed at the blade being pointed at him. He had a fine sense of self preservation, and also he knew well enough how much Hephaestus loathed him.

"You should listen to him," Robin said. "He's fucking scary. In fact, I think it's best you just walk away slowly from this whole thing now. I mean, not that you have much of a choice but to walk slowly." Okay, now might be a good time for him to reel in his smart mouth.

"You arrogant, filthy little-"

Hephaestus lunged at Robin, but before he could get too close Prometheus had him by the throat.

"Leave," the titan snarled, using his grip to slam him back hard against the nearest wall. "Leave, and tell Zeus if he wants my council he best come himself and be prepared to grovel. As for you, Hephaestus, should we cross paths again you'll not have time to draw your weapon before your blood paints my walls. Do you understand?"

If he could have, Robin would have pulled out pom poms and started cheering him on. It was fucking great to see Hephaestus put in his place, not to mention that this side of Prometheus was really hot.

Though he also realized that the danger wasn't over. Robin shot into the kitchen and grabbed a large kitchen knife before returning.

"What he said," he said, trying to sound menacing.

Hephaestus took a swipe with the blade, but the titan caught his wrist and squeezed hard.

"When I let you go, I suggest you run," he snarled.

"... as fast as you can," Robin said, unable to stop himself from poking the bear. He was pretty pissed off about this, too. "You ruined our romantic evening, you bitch."

Hephaestus was trembling slightly, and when Prometheus let go he crumpled slightly before finding his feet again.

"What a vile creature you've become, Prometheus. Barely titan, miles from man," he whispered, sparing Robin one last dirty look before taking off.

Robin watched him go, his body still tight with tension. Even when he heard the door close he didn't relax, though he did run over and lock it behind the god. And did not feel safe at all.

Prometheus took a long moment to calm himself, forcing down that darkness inside him, then exhaling softly.

"This does not bode well," he said quietly.

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