Yes, but c'mon, we're Robin and the Blue Beetle. We got this one in the bag.
[He says it with all the easy confidence that he doesn't necessarily feel. He's got confidence in each of their abilities to remain capable in the face of danger, but that doesn't mean they're prepared for what this forest has to throw at them. Even so, there's an odd twist in his gut the moment he utters their names as an explicit team-up, if only because of the colour Robin's wearing.
He can practically hear Eddie's voice in his ear as they craned over Jaime's cellphone, reporting back to the Robin back home, Eddie cheerfully crowing, Aw, yeah! Red and Blue have done it again!
He'd made it into a joke at the time (what are we, the primary colour duo?), but when he turns to look at Robin and sees a flash of red out of the corner of his eye, he can't help but feel a strange, sudden pang of remorse. He covers it up by clearing his throat, his smile at Robin just a little bit strained, then looks back out there beyond the trees. Almost affronted by his own emotions, he says,] If someone's out there, they don't know what they're getting themselves into.
[He treads a couple steps forward and stretches one hand out, shining light into the nooks and crannies of the trees, and --
Well. How about that. There's no rustling of leaves or trees, no telltale foot on the ground, but something in the shadows runs.]
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[He says it with all the easy confidence that he doesn't necessarily feel. He's got confidence in each of their abilities to remain capable in the face of danger, but that doesn't mean they're prepared for what this forest has to throw at them. Even so, there's an odd twist in his gut the moment he utters their names as an explicit team-up, if only because of the colour Robin's wearing.
He can practically hear Eddie's voice in his ear as they craned over Jaime's cellphone, reporting back to the Robin back home, Eddie cheerfully crowing, Aw, yeah! Red and Blue have done it again!
He'd made it into a joke at the time (what are we, the primary colour duo?), but when he turns to look at Robin and sees a flash of red out of the corner of his eye, he can't help but feel a strange, sudden pang of remorse. He covers it up by clearing his throat, his smile at Robin just a little bit strained, then looks back out there beyond the trees. Almost affronted by his own emotions, he says,] If someone's out there, they don't know what they're getting themselves into.
[He treads a couple steps forward and stretches one hand out, shining light into the nooks and crannies of the trees, and --
Well. How about that. There's no rustling of leaves or trees, no telltale foot on the ground, but something in the shadows runs.]
...huh.