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Happy late Fourth of July! I meant to actually post this on the 4th, but I've been really busy and I haven't had time.
Becca's mood seemed to be improving after that night. She was still a little depressed, but little by little she was getting back to her old self.
For example, she was in a good enough mood on the Fourth of July to go out to a fireworks warehouse and light a few.
Then again, Becca's idea of 'a few fireworks' meant the whole warehouse.
"Are you absolutely sure you know what you're doing?" Jonathan asked worriedly as she linked fuses together and linked those with one long fuse that ran outside the warehouse.
"Nope," she responded. "I've always wanted to do this, though."
"Well, hurry up before we're caught," he hissed.
"Yeah yeah, I'm goin'," she said while taking her lighter out of her pocket. She flicked the lighter open and brought the flame down to the fuse. The second it lit she jumped up and ran the other way, Jonathan right behind her. When they were a good fifty feet away Becca looked back just in time to see the biggest explosion of her life thus far. Hundreds if not thousands of fireworks lit up the night sky all at once and the view was amazing.
"Wow," Becca breathed. "That is . . . . . awesome."
Jonathan had to suppress a grin as he watched Becca's fireworks display. "Only you would light up an entire warehouse," he said quietly.
"Yeah, well, I like this holiday," she said as they started walking away from the explosion. "It's the one day of the year where my inner pyro can express herself freely. Besides," she added. "I like fireworks."
"Really?" he asked dryly. "I hadn't noticed."
Becca just laughed and looked back up at the fireworks. She smiled. It was her first real smile in weeks.
I hate love, Jonathan thought when he saw Becca's smile and felt something inside him melt. It's a stupid, useless emotion that has no business existing. Thankfully he didn't have time to dwell on this thought as he and Becca were blindsided by—
"Oh, not YOU again," Becca said angrily as she got up off the ground and dusted herself off. "Haven't you learned not to fuck with me by now?"
Robin's answer was his fist almost connecting with her face. She dodged it and aimed a kick at him, but he caught her leg and flung her aside. The next thing he knew he was grabbed around the neck and lifted off the ground by a very angry Jonathan Crane.
"Don't," he growled while tightening his hold on Robin's neck. "Touch. Her."
Robin clawed at his hands to try and loosen his grip. "Or what?" he choked out. "You're no match for me," he said as confidentially as he could while having his windpipe crushed.
Jonathan's answering smile was so cold it could have frozen the sun. "I don't have to be." Before Robin could do anything he brought out a small capsule of fear toxin from his pocket and released the toxins in the Boy Wonder's face.
Jonathan dropped Robin and stepped back as the young boy began thrashing around. He went to where Becca was picking herself up off the ground. She wobbled a bit and he reached out a hand to steady her. "Thanks," she said. "You didn't have to do that, you know. I could've kicked his ass."
"I know," he answered while picking her skeleton-hand barrette up off the ground and clipping it back in her hair.
Becca got ready to say something else but he started walking away so she closed her mouth, shrugged and followed.
A/N: I just wanted to write something for the 4th, and then I felt the chapter was too short so I added something. Yes, I am making Robin more pathetic than he really is because honestly, I don't like him. He'll get his badassness back, though . . . . . . . . Eventually.