Prometheus

[goodfellow]

When Robin called Prometheus, his words were a little slurred. "Hey baby," he managed. "Can you come to the club? I've lost a lot of blood and I need someone to stay with me and make sure I don't die."

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[pecked_by_birds]

"Of course," the titan agreed, leading him up to the small loft area where a simple bed was made up on the floor.

[goodfellow]

Robin hadn't bothered to put any clothes back on, so he lay down on the bed naked and slid under the sheets. "I'll be all better in the morning," he promised.

[pecked_by_birds]

"I know you will, pet," Prometheus replied, stripping down the rest of the way before slipping into bed beside him. "You're nothing if not willful," he teased softly.

[goodfellow]

Robin immediately threw a leg across his body and curled up against him. "Thank you for coming to make sure I didn't die."

[pecked_by_birds]

"I'll always come when you call," Prometheus assured him, slipping an arm around him to hold him close.