A/N: This has really caught up with me because this is the last finished chapter… I'll TRY writing the next one for next Saturday as planned but it might be a little late….
Chapter 7: Soon Will be Making Another Run
The hubbub was, indeed, centered around the port, although not close to their own ship. There were ambulances and police vehicles, and police were busy forcing people back. They were all wearing masks.
"Shit," Robin whispered under his breath.
"Agreed. We should leave. There's way too late to pick up on any clues anyway, and we don't want to be spotted here, by the wrong people."
"Alright, just sending Bruce some images," Robin agreed, holding his phone. "There, let's go back."
"Hopefully they aren't clever enough to hold the cruise ships," Slade muttered under his breath. Robin noticed that the man walked differently, a bit hunched, so his true height wasn't as obvious. The teen figured it made sense, figured that if this was what they suspected it to be, then US military service would be combing through film from the scene, and someone, somewhere, might have information on a certain white-haired mercenary.
"Would it be alright for me to ask around, find out if anyone knows what has happened?" Robin quietly asked as they were closing in on their ship.
"Do. Curiosity should be considered normal," the man nodded.
So, after they showed their ID and got registered as being on board, Robin walked up to some staff members who seemed to be milling around.
"We saw all the commotion down there, has someone been hurt?"
"Rumors say two people suddenly seemed to fall ill and maybe died," a woman told him, "but we don't know yet."
"That's scary! Will we be allowed to leave on time? What if it's anything contagious?"
"We haven't received any information about keeping us here," the woman replied. "But if we do, we'll let you know by the PA system as soon as we can."
"Thank you… I really hope they weren't from this ship! Is there some way to see if our friends are back?"
"Are you family?"
"No, no, we just met on this cruise," Robin admitted, because he didn't want to be caught in a lie in this situation, "but I worry anyway."
"It's understandable, everyone should be on board by nine forty-five, and as this is a special circumstance, we are trying to get information from the police and we'll start contacting passengers that aren't onboard yet soon. I can't let you see who has boarded, though."
"Ok, I understand, I'll go by their cabins and see if they are in," Robin smiled. "Thank you," he added and left.
The teen filled in Slade who had already talked to Bruce, who promised to get back to them as soon as he had any information. For now, they had to rely on local news, which seemed to be slow and vague at best.
Robin hurried to the German's cabin and knocked on it, while Slade continued to their own. The Germans were not only the top of their list of suspects, they were also the ones that it was most natural for Robin to contact like this. The rest they had to look up in other ways.
The teen had almost decided to go when the door opened a smidge, just to instantly open wider, revealing a smiling Victor Weber in a towel, dripping wet.
"Oh, sorry!" the teen began, his eyes darting here and there. The cabin looked like a bit of a mess, it was clear they had both just stepped out of their clothes and straight into the shower after coming on board. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright! They say two people have died in the port! Or at least fallen really ill…"
"Really? From what?" Victor said.
"I don't know, but apparently they got sick?" the teen said, hearing the shower still running. "I… um… I didn't mean to interrupt anything… did you just got back?"
"We've been here a while, we got a bit fed up with shopping."
"Slade bought so much booze I'm worried," Robin muttered.
"He's not…? I mean, if he's… when he's drunk…?"
Robin understood the man's hints and smiled, "No, no, he's not a nasty drunk, it's more that he's… quite the opposite… I mean you've seen Slade, right? Now imagine him a bit clingy and wanting to be everyone's best friend…"
Victor burst out laughing. "I'd almost like to see that," he grinned at the teen. "I haven't seen much of that so far…"
"Nah, and he holds his liquor really well, and normally never overdoes it," Robin chuckled, "But he apparently liked the rum… We'll see, hopefully he'll save most of it for when we come home. But I'm not gonna keep you any longer, just wanted to make sure you were ok," Robin smiled.
"That's sweet of you," the man smiled back, "I might just duck into the shower again with Carl… to warm up."
Robin blushed. "You do that, bye!" he said and went back to his own cabin.
"I think they lied, I think they just got back," he told Slade a few minutes later.
"They could have gone straight into the shower an hour ago and had a lot of fun," the man shrugged, "but noted."
"Any news?"
"Yes. Apparently the first person on the scene has fallen sick too and is critical. They are investigating other potential victims."
"Sounds like Novitjok, doesn't it?" Robin said and shivered.
"It does. No confirmed dead yet, but if it is the poison, they might want to keep it quiet as well."
"I'm checking the news," Robin decided and turned on the TV as well as his cellphone. He stretched out on the bed to watch it, but after about thirty minutes he sighed. "Either it's just a case of food poisoning or people are keeping this very quiet," he muttered and started channel surfing. Slade, who had produced a laptop from somewhere and was seated in the sofa, only hummed in reply, focused on the screen.
"Huh," Robin said after a while.
"What?" Slade finally looked up.
"Oh, nothing," the teen shrugged. "It's just that this show, Banged up Abroad…."
"Yes?"
"Wasn't what I thought it would be about," the teen grinned.
"Oh?" Slade started leering.
"Yeah, it wasn't as fun…" Robin continued to grin. "It was about going to prison…""
"And you thought it was…?"
"Like I said, something more fun!"
"Let me guess… wanna be banged up abroad? In the fun way?" the man sat the laptop aside and stood up.
Robin grinned wider and shimmied down so he was flatter on his back. "You're sure you're not too tired?" he asked innocently.
Slade had no real option than to pounce.
Clothes went flying everywhere and they had just gotten nice and naked when Robin's phone rang.
"Dammit!" the teen groaned and answered. Slade rolled off him, but were still right there, caressing him. Robin turned on his side, which was a bad move as it only gave the man more access and by the time the teen answered the phone Slade was pressed up against his back. "Yes?" Robin answered, his voice going up a little as his partner just seemed to empty half a bottle of lotion between his cheeks.
"You sound a bit stressed, any news?" Bruce asked.
"No, but we're looking," the teen lied. "Anything from your end?" Slade was slowly lifting Robin's upper leg and the teen struggled against it, understanding what the vile bastard had in mind.
"All three critical, but no names have been released officially."
"And unofficially?"
"A Russian and his wife, the third victim a local nurse, most likely not involved at all."
"Dammit!" the teen grunted, as Slade pushed against him.
"Yes." Bruce sounded a bit confused, maybe feeling that there was an unusual amount of empathy in the teen's voice.
Robin, however, had an idea how to stop what was going on. "Bruce, I was on my way to the bathroom, I'm going to hand the phone over to Slade," he said and did so, with a triumphant look. Let's see if the man could talk with what was going on. Unfortunately, he had underestimated him.
"I'm putting you on speaker," Slade said as he got the phone, and did so, despite Robin violently shaking his head and mouthing 'NO!'.
Slade set down the phone on the night stand and with his hands free could much easier maneuver Robin where he wanted him. The teen tried to stifle a grunt as the man sank into him.
"What was that?" Bruce asked.
"Seems Robin might have had something bad for dinner," Slade said as he pulled the teen up on his hands and knees instead
"Ah. Well, like I told Robin…" the man repeated what he had already said and Slade asked follow up questions while setting a quick pace. The young hero, on the other hand, was busy pressing his face into the pillow so no sound would escape. Still, a whimper or two did.
"There's a lot of noise on your end," Bruce stated.
"The balcony door is slightly ajar and there's seagulls outside," Slade lied smoothly. "Some little birds don't know how to keep quiet," he added for Robin's benefit.
"Well, they can be…. noisy…" Bruce commented lamely. "I'm going to need you to take a stroll around the public areas of the ship, just to see if there's any rumors… anyone who saw it happen."
"We will," Slade agreed, reaching around to stroke Robin's length. "Although I expect people are tired after a long day ashore."
"If… If anyone saw anything…" Robin started, through gritted teeth, "they would want to tell the story. I say we go browse the bars."
"Oh, you're back, how's your stomach?" Bruce asked.
"It's… fine," Robin bit the pillow to avoid a gasp. He was very, very close by now and he needed the call to end quickly. "Let us… let us know if you find out anything else, alright?" he asked.
"Of course. You don't sound quite fine, though, make sure to go to the infirmary if you don't feel better soon, okay?"
"MM-hhhm."
"Good. We'll be in touch."
As soon as Robin heard the line disconnect, he moaned loudly and a second later it was all over. "You… bastard…" he panted.
"Don't tell me it wasn't fun," Slade chuckled behind him.
"I hate you!"
"You're angry at me?"
"KINDA!"
"Then let's remind you that I'm good at sex. I was supposed to, as I recall."
Robin just collapsed on the bed. "Kill me now…" he groaned as he fought the stupid laughter that was taking over his irritation. It helped that he had just come. It was difficult being angry with people who made you feel that good.
"Forgiven?" Slade asked and kissed his neck.
"Fine, okay… but don't do that again or those potato peelers will get some use!" Robin warned him.
"Oh, yes, Bruce's contraption, I had almost forgotten," the man sighed. "Well, that was merely about keeping you alive, right?"
"I think that can be changed…"
"Into 'pleasing you in bed'? That's unfair," the man snorted with laughter in his voice. Then a pillow hit him in the face and Robin was pretty proud that he had been so quick that even Slade hadn't been able to block it.
"We need to get out there again!" Robin said quickly, raising his hands, as he saw the man grab a pillow of his own. "Truce?"
"I'm a professional," Slade snorted, almost like he was trying to convince himself he was, and put the pillow down. Reluctantly, by the looks of it. "Let's get ready."
They washed off and changed into pristine vacation wear, Slade complaining that he was starting to feel "preppy" by now. Robin, who had spent more than half of his civilian life in clothes like these, only grinned at him.
"You look good, though," the teen said.
"I look good in anything," Slade snorted, giving the young man a teasing smirk.
"I'm getting you a onsie."
"What the hell is that?" the man wanted to know, not one to follow youth trends.
"Let's just say that you have to remember your claim," Robin chuckled.
"You scare me," the mercenary stated, having the teen laugh out loud.
They walked arm in arm through the ship, but many seemed to have partied themselves out on the island and were having a quiet night in their cabins. The bars were the best bet, though, and there they found some people, socializing in groups, talking about the day. Robin easily had them join one of the bigger parties and soon they were hearing all kinds of versions of what had happened on shore, but no one had seen anything first hand.
The swedes were there, looking worried and a bit sad. "We saw the… masks? Protective masks is that the word?" the man Robin was fairly sure was Andreas asked. Damn, they looked alike!
Robin nodded. "Yeah, it's scary… I mean… what would they use that for? Some kind of gas?"
"I wouldn't know about any of that stuff," Slade said, scratching his neck, and Robin had to take a deep sip from his glass to stop himself from snorting. "But I hope it's not some kind of illness… you know, something that can spread?"
Now the poor Swedes looked even more worried.
"You think it can be? What if someone brought it onboard?" the other Swede, Linus, asked.
"Nah, I mean… it's not like there are any those kinds of really dangerous illnesses around anymore, right?" Robin said. "Besides, the staff would have said something, I'm sure."
"No one here saw what happened?" Andreas asked, looking around, but only got shaking heads as a reply. "Let's go ask around, I want to make sure we're safe," he told his husband, and wound an arm around him.
"Let us know if you hear anything!" Robin begged, and got smiles and nods in reply.
They moved on themselves, but no matter how many they spoke with they didn't find out anything worthwhile. The Germans stayed out of sight and so did the CIA, they noted.
"They should have been informed, shouldn't they?" Robin said.
"Most likely, yes," Slade agreed.
"I know we can't go knocking on their door and come clean, but- wait… why can't we? Four against two?" the teen said.
He got a flat look from Slade. "No."
"But…?"
"Very bad idea for both of us. Do you think the CIA would just agree to keep our identities secret? I have considered involving them if the situation got out of hand, but as it is…"
"Okay, got it. But we haven't even confirmed that they are on board," Robin insisted. "Let's go invite them for drinks. We've had drinks with them before, it wouldn't be too weird."
"It would be good to see how they act," Slade nodded. "Very well, let's go. Oh, and Robin?"
"Yeah?" the teen said, hurrying along beside the man whose strides were much longer than his.
"You're not the boss here."
"I'm not NOT the boss," Robin snorted. "Batman is. I'm doing what I think he'd want me to. YOU are definitely not the boss of me at least… though I'll be happy to pretend to keep you happy," he added with a grin, grabbing the man's arm in order to slow him down a bit.
Slade snorted and gave him a sideways grin. "Pretend harder."
"Yes, Sir!"
"Atta boy," the man chuckled. "Now, go get them," he said, nodding to the cabin door of their CIA 'friends'. Slade was standing behind him, but keeping back, observing.
Robin knocked rapidly and had almost given up when the door opened just a smidge.
"Yeah?" a gruff voice said from inside.
"Hi Derek!" Robin said brightly. "Wanna grab a couple of drinks? Everyone is boring and has gone to bed!"
"Tim got a bit of a sun stroke today, we've turned in," the man told him dismissively.
"Oh, no, that sucks," the teen groaned. "There's no one fun for us to play with then…" he added with a bit of a flirty grin. "He's okay, though? Have you called the doc?"
"He's fine, he just needs fluids and rest, he'll be his old self again tomorrow I'd wager."
"Good to hear. Well, give him a kiss from us, ok?" Robin said. "And we'll see you tomorrow?"
"Bright and early." The man had a small smile on his face, which Robin recognized. Bruce always had that exact smile when he was mingling at parties.
"Night!" The teen waved. "Honey, seems we have to find someone else to party with," he sighed as he turned to Slade, in case the men were listening at the door.
"Why don't we make it a private party?" Slade suggested and Robin yelped as his ass was grabbed.
"I married a sex monster!" he half objected, half giggled.
"One of my many, many perks," the man leered, and led the young hero down the hallway. He bent down to kiss the teen's ear and whispered. "Keep it up until we're back at in our cabin."
So they did. They didn't have that far to go, in the big u-bend hallway, but they managed to make several kissing and groping pit-stops and once they reached their door their clothes were far from pristine, and barely on, anymore.
When they were in their room and the door had closed behind them, however, it was all business.
"They were lying, the lamps were all on inside, and I saw the blue light or several screens. They had not gone to bed," Robin started.
"No, still dressed too," Slade supplied. "He had mussed his hair up on purpose. He was tense, I assume they are working their asses off, and it kills me that we can't get the information they might have."
"I know, right?" Robin sighed. "And the hallway thing? You think they are watching?"
"I'm pretty sure the CIA are the ones who has been messing with the video feed, yes. Maybe our targets too, but if I were them, I'd at least watch us walk away, to see what we'd do."
"Sure you just didn't want to fondle my ass?" Robin smirked.
"I'm not complaining about my work load at the moment," Slade chuckled. "So… 'boss', what would you have us do?"
"I thought I didn't get to be the boss?" Robin said innocently.
"I just didn't' feel like calling Bruce again," Slade shrugged. "So I'm willing to take suggestions."
"Generous," the teen snorted and rolled his eyes. "Well, tomorrow morning, at seven, the ship will arrive to Philipsburg. For all we know our suspects might decide to disappear there. Their job is done, after all. And sure, the Germans are at the top of the list, but we can't be sure… and they have their damn rooms protected."
"We'll dock tomorrow, just as in St. Thomas," Slade muttered after consulting the information booklet they had been provided with when boarding. "Dammit, it would have been easier if we knew that they had no fast and easy way back."
"But like I said, they could leave the cruise altogether?" Robin repeated.
"Possibly, but that would make them look suspicious, and it's easier to just continue to act as tourists and disappear back on main land at Fort Lauderdale."
"If you say so," the teen shrugged. "So do we sit tight and just hope they leave the ship?"
"We still can't enter their cabin without triggering their alarm," Slade pointed out. "We need to disable that first."
"Or the thing that alerts them; their cell phones," Robin said and dug out his bag. "I brought a few things…"
After that the cabin turned into tech central for a bit where ideas were discussed, tried and dismissed one after the other until they had reached a valid solution.
"I don't like it," Slade said.
Robin sighed. "Yes, I know the electro magnetic pulse would just fry their phones and we could do it by just standing next to them, but -as I've tried to tell you-"
"They are likely to check their phones, see that they are both fried and know something is up, yes, yes," Slade muttered. "'Pausing' the app that alerts them is better, but it takes a lot more work and it all falls apart if we don't meet them tomorrow morning. If they slip through our fingers…"
"Yeah, well… the magnetic pulse thing is also kinda depending on meeting them."
"Yes, well, in that case it would have been enough to pass them in the hallway. Now we need to keep them occupied."
"I know, but it will be quick. I've seen their phones, I know the brand," Robin insisted. "You can choose what apps it will pause, and as we are pretty sure it's their own program, I'm just gonna let everything from main, authorized app-makers run as normal… that way they can use their phones, and they most likely won't notice anything at all. I can do this!"
"You can, but you won't," Slade decided.
"What? But-!" the teen objected.
"Because I can do it too, and you need your sleep." Slade told him.
"I can do a forty-eight, no problem," Robin snorted.
"Yes, you can, but I prefer if you get at least some sleep, and there's no reason for you not to. You can check my work if you insist."
Robin hesitated, hating to let go, but then reluctantly nodded. "Very well, it makes sense," he sighed. They worked together to get things started and then Robin changed into his sleeping pants and curled up on bed. Slade put the lights out and dimmed the light from his screen.
"I could do this from the couch?" the man offered as he was sitting on the bed next to to the young hero. Robin smiled up at him and shook his head.
"Nah, it's not a problem, I'm used to sleeping anywhere I can," he said. "A little tapping on a keyboard won't bother me." And it didn't. Robin found himself feeling that it was all strangely cozy, although he shivered slightly after a few minutes. Before he had time to reach for the covers himself, Slade was already pulling them up around him with one hand, still focusing on the screen. Robin chuckled and closed his eyes, drifting off.
"Rise and shine." It was clearly an order and Robin blinked against the light in the room. It felt like he had barely fallen asleep and a glance at his phone told him that it was five in he morning.
"Urgh…" he muttered.
"I ordered breakfast, there's coffee," Slade let him know.
"Can you just inject some directly into my blood stream?" Robin muttered and sat up. He usually had no problems waking up quickly and if the man had given any sign that an emergency was going on, the teen would be more alert by now, but Slade didn't give off any such signals. The man was just sitting back down on the bed and reached for the laptop again, but Robin could both see and smell that he had just taken a shower and wondered how he could have slept through that too. He stretched and groaned.
"You sound like you're eighty. Do you need help out of bed?" the mercenary mocked him.
"You're the one who should be looking into retirement homes of the two of us," Robin snorted good naturally and started stretching once he got to his feet. "I think flyboarding that much yesterday used muscles I wasn't quite aware I had," he added, in defense of his stiffness. He noticed that the man's eye was on him and grinned. "See something you like?" he chuckled, and his moves turned a bit more sensual.
"Yes. Eat and get dressed, we need to be ready," the man told him, a bit of regret in his voice.
Robin turned professional again, a little bit ashamed of himself, and nodded. Soon he was sitting next to the man munching on a sandwich and gulping down orange juice while looking over Slade's shoulder at the screen.
"It's all done?" he asked.
"Yes, but each phone needs to be hooked up to it for about five to ten seconds," Slade said and gestured to a memory-stick sized gadget that Robin had helped Batman develop to access cell phones.
"We'll make it happen," Robin said confidently. The man gave him a look that spoke volumes of what he thought of that confidence.
"Direct confrontation might be the last, but necessary, step," the man then said. "Knock them out or drug them and search the place, secure the evidence-"
"Which might not be there," Robin pointed out. "Besides, now that the poison is used, what evidence can we expect to find?"
"Containers, advanced medical supplies and protective gear."
"Wouldn't they have dumped all that too?"
"Too valuable and rare to dump. These are things you can't buy at a pharmacy, and as it's not a one-time thing I assume they would want to hold on to it."
"Ah, yeah." Robin agreed, stuffing more sandwich into his mouth. "I wish there was time to download their phones."
"Would take too long," Slade said, shaking his head.
"I know," the teen agreed. "But it sure would help. So, what is the plan? Why am I awake this early?"
"I'm keeping an eye on their door," Slade let him know. "And yes, I'm sure the feed isn't hacked, I've tested it. We need to catch them when they leave, so get ready. Then we'll wait."
And wait they did. A quarter past six Slade suddenly stood up. Robin followed instantly and they were out the door without a word. A moment later they had 'ran into' the men while they were waiting for an elevator.
"Hi guys! Early birds as well?" Robin grinned.
"Hi, yes, we really wanted to explore Philipsburg today," the younger 'German' smiled. The next moment he made a face and clutched his back, though.
"Oh, that doesn't look good, is your backpain back?" Robin asked worriedly.
"I told him not to go water skiing yesterday," Carl snorted.
"Let me feel it, won't take a moment," Slade said and in his authoritarian way, Victor suddenly found himself turned towards the wall, hands high up on it, while Slade felt through his muscles from his thighs up.
"Do you mind if I show Robin something?" Slade asked and barely waited for an answer. "Look here, back pains sometimes originate from this muscle, much lower down, then tension creates the pain which flares up here," Slade put his hand on a place that made the man yelp. "Sorry," the mercenary said as he handed Robin the phone he had just lifted from Victor's pocket. Robin quickly inserted the gadget into the phone's charger outlet while pretending to follow Slade's instructions. A very light vibration a few seconds later told him it was done, and he slipped the phone back into the man's pocket.
"I should really give you another massage, but yes, you have strained yourself," Slade told the man who now was putty in his hands. "If you have time for a few more minutes?"
"Mmh-mm…" Victor mumbled.
"We were on our way to breakfast," Carl said, plainly in more of a hurry.
"Well, they are both clearly too busy for us," Robin snorted playfully and grabbed the older German's arm. "Would you like to be a gentleman and escort me down to breakfast while my husband is busy pawing another man in plain sight?"
Carl gave a chuckle and patted Robin's hand. "Always willing to help," he said and leered a bit.
Robin just smiled innocently back. In the elevator he let the man's hands wander slightly, because then the 'German' didn't pay close enough attention to anything else. Robin could easily enough lift his phone and plug that too into the device. Afterwards he gently removed the man's hand from his ass and giggled.
"I am married," he told him, although he made sure to sound a bit regretful. He still let the man escort him to the breakfast restaurant and then Slade and Victor arrived not much later, Victor walking slightly easier.
Robin joined his 'husband' and expressed how proud he was that the man had been able to help while Slade played somewhat overprotective and even gave Carl a bit of a warning glare. They then excused themselves to go to the breakfast buffet and got lost among the crowd.
"Done?" Slade asked once they reached a quiet spot.
"Of course," Robin replied. "See? No problem."
"Hm," the man just muttered. "What happened in the elevator?"
"A lot of hands everywhere. You would have been proud of me," the teen added a bit sarcastically.
"Hm," Slade commented again.
Robin ignored him. "Well, I hope they truly do leave like they said they would," he said.
"And not with a suspicious amount of luggage," Slade muttered.
"What do we do then?"
"Follow them and hunt them down on the island. We can't let them get away."
"Alright," Robin nodded, "I don't like the idea, but I agree."
"If it comes to that, I'm taking over," Slade told him.
"No, you-"
"I'm the man hunter, and if they realize that they are followed it's going to get dangerous. You stay behind."
"But you can't-"
There weren't many people around to see Slade push him up against the wall, and the man's mouth ghosted over his skin, making it look like they were making out.
"Yes," the man growled quietly. "I can. And if you do something stupid, boy, you'll find yourself tied and gagged in our suite until it's over. Knocked out if I have to. Is. That. Understood?"
"You- You just can't-!" Robin insisted.
The man sighed and leaned so close that their foreheads were touching. "I never thought I'd say this," Slade began. "But if you don't agree, I'll call Batman."
"You are threatening me with Batman?" Robin snorted.
"Who do you think he'd support in this?"
The teen mulled it over and then groaned in defeat. "Fine. I won't get in your way, I won't do anything stupid."
"Hopefully you'll keep that promise forever."
"For this mission!"
"Dammit. Oh, well, as long as my skin remains where it is, I guess I have to be happy."
"Yup." Robin grinned.
"Fine." Slade stepped away. "Let's go back, locate our targets and keep an eye on them.
About forty-five minutes later the Germans were done with breakfast and headed back to their room.
"We can't just hang around here and wait for them to leave," Robin whispered to Slade. "Should we wait down by the docks?"
"We might miss them in the crowd," Slade said and looked around. "Ah," he added and walked up to a maintenance closet. He unlocked it by swiping his phone over the electronic key pad, and held it open for Robin. "You wait and watch, they probably won't be long. I'm going to wait in the cabin and you send me a message when they leave."
"Very well, I'll do the uncomfortable part," the teen muttered.
"You're smaller than me, you won't feel as crowded," the man just chuckled and shoved him inside.
The young hero only had to wait for half an hour before the men emerged, carrying nothing more than could be expected for a day ashore. They passed Robin's door, looking relaxed and speaking softly. The teen listened intently but couldn't pick up on what the men said. One thing was clear, though; they weren't speaking English.
To be Continued…
A/N: Just because they don't speak English doesn't mean they are bad! Robin is so racist… 😉 Like I said, I'll try to finish the next chapter for next week… there's not more than one-max 3 chapters left, I don't think, depending a bit on how it goes…