Pops was feeling the distinct urge to punch the next person who crossed his path. Fists clenched, teeth bared, jaw clamped, to say the least-he was not amused. And...he really really wanted to hit someone. But not just anyone, him to be exact, his younger emotionless self, the bloody man who had his hands all over Robin.
His Robin. Who he noticed didn't seem to mind spending time or Cuddling With his younger self. Who he noticed wasn't even wearing his signature leather jacket, no the jacket was around Robin, as well as his arms.
Why the fuck didn't his younger self wear his jacket anyway? Did he think it was somehow impressive to prance around with his bare arms around His Robin.
Pops train of thought were interrupted by laughter, but not just any laughter. Looking towards the entrance to the hideout, he felt anger rush threw his entire system, as he watched his Younger self holding Robin close to him, as he grinned.
And Pops recognized that look. He'd used it many times when he was raising Sarah. And what made it worse was that he noticed how close his Younger self was to Robin. The way his hand wrapped around Robin's waist. The way he looked at her. Was infuriating.
''Termin-erm Pops?'' Everything alright?'' Derik asked. Pops turned to find Derik standing next to him, watching as Robin and Young Pops began working on the time device.
''Fine,'' Was his simple reply, unaware of where his hand was going, as he angrily watched his Younger self bump into Robin.
''Pops?'' Derik said, Pops looked at him and noticed him eyeing him warily. Confused he looked down realizing he was now standing, body on edge with his hand firmly resting on the gun in his pocket.
''You seem pissed.'' Derik stated. Pops rolled his eyes. Derik was trying to stop from doing something he would regret, but Pops was going for the bait.
''I'm perfectly fine, Reese.'' Pops replied, as Derik gave him a raised eyebrow and crossed his arms.
''Good. I was hoping not to have a bullet pulled from you're younger self's chest.'' young Sarah finally approached as, Pops finally began walking towards Robin and his younger self.
''Shouldn't we stop him?'' Sarah asked, watching as Pops had his hand on his gun. Derik shook his head. ''Nope.''
...
Robin laughed, as Young Pops tried desperately to fix the device but failed. She was so lost in thought, she didn't even notice her Pops marching towards them.
''Robin?'' Pops voice, startled her. It wasn't because she was scared no, it was because of how angry he sounded.
''Pops?'' She said, as Young Pops watched them, his eyes focusing. ''What's wrong?'' Pops didn't say anything as he glared at his Younger Self.
''Leave us be, Daniel.'' Pops said, as he looked to Robin then Daniel. ''Alone.'' Young Pops took the hint and gave Robin a good luck look before he left the room.
''Pops!'' She hissed. She watched sadly as Daniel walked away. She could feel that Pops was close to her, really close.
His arm suddenly snaked around her hip, settling on her stomach and pulling her flush against him. ''What the hell was that for?'' Robin demanded. Pops was both confused and Pissed off.
''My-His hands were all around you, Robin.'' Pops stated, his quiet dangerous tone had her surprised and shocked.
Robin's mouth opened and closed. Words evaded from her mouth until...
''Wait...are you jealous?'' She suddenly asked. Pops snorted. ''Hardly.'' A quick response. A little to quick. He was lying.
She smirked. ''You are Jealous.''
Pops growled. He actually Growled. Moving quick as a whip, He had her pressed up against the wall. His body close to hers, leaving no space between them.
''I was jealous.''