Disclaimer - Nope, not mine. I just play with them sometimes because Amon is lonely.
A/U - Here is part 1 of 2. What do you think?
Robin sat on the bed in a dimly lit hotel room wrapped in only a sheet, hair dripping down her back. Her skin was red and sweat streamed down her body.
She felt strange – too hot, restless, unbearably uncomfortable in her own skin. The girl squirmed miserably, gasping as pain shot through her.
Amon's eyes snapped to hers and she read pity there and…anguish?
"Amon, please…" she moaned, curling into a ball as the internal heat claimed her.
So this is what it's like to be destroyed by your craft…
One scream escaped her lips and she lay still.