OTA: Robin in da club!

[goodfellow]

As much as Robin had enjoyed being in New York with Prometheus, he'd grown restless. And now that he was back in London, he realized how much this really did seem like his home now. He loved the city, he loved running the club. He even appreciated the friends that he had here, as much as he still attempted to keep them at arm's length.

Tonight, he made the rounds at Saturnalia dressed in an impeccable plum colored suit with a silver cashmere scarf hanging from his neck. He was already planning for a New Year's Eve party to celebrate the anniversary of that first "unofficial" opening of the club. Perhaps he could make it even better this time.

He was carrying a bottle of good champagne, still cold, and occasionally stopped those with empty glasses (of anything) and offered to refill them. Though now, he tipped his head back and poured some into his mouth before wiping it and looking pleased with himself.

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[goodfellow]

Robin looked around, deciding that perhaps it was time to linger a bit with someone worthy of his attention. He caught someone looking at him, someone... yes, definitely worthy of his attention.

Smiling and tipsy, he approached. "Good evening," he said, and tipped his bottle in a toast.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Good might be an overstatement, but hello," the titan purred, watching the puck with curious eyes.

[goodfellow]

Robin was suddenly watching him curiously, too. He moved closer, leaning in with a palm on the wall above the man's shoulder. "And why's it not as good as it could be?"

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus held his gaze, then did something just a bit unlike himself. Or, rather, unlike any self he'd been in a while... He caught Robin by the hair, pulling hard as he leaned in close.

"Do you not know me, puck?" he asked, his voice level and calm despite his actions. "Hmm, and here I thought you were always so sharp," he tutted as he let go, smirking and leaning back against the wall again.

[goodfellow]

Robin was genuinely caught off guard, gasping a little at the hair pulling, and then blinking at him once he was free. "I thought I might," he finally said, "but I knew you wouldn't be here so soon so figured it was wishful thinking."

He looked Prometheus up and down, appraising the new body.

Then he asked, "You could have just come back with me, you know. If you knew you'd miss me so much."

[pecked_by_birds]

"I didn't come back for you," The titan replied, rolling his eyes at the puck as he pulled out his phone and pulled up a photo of the vase he was hoping to retrieve soon. "I came for this. I just knew if I didn't at least say hello, you'd sulk."

[goodfellow]

Robin glanced at the photo and then back at him. "Well I see your personality isn't as pretty as your face this time," he said with a note of irritation.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Perhaps it'll soften once I've accomplished what I've come to do," the titan replied. "This is serious, Robin. I need this vase. I've been near it, near enough to confirm what I suspected. ...It's holding some of my power. Power that I'd like to have returned to me."

[goodfellow]

"And you've come here because you finally realized that if you want to steal something then I'm probably someone who could help?" Robin asked him. He'd done his share of museum heists over the years. One of his favorite was somewhat recently, and involved an amazing forgery still hanging in the museum.

[pecked_by_birds]

That actually hadn't occurred to him, but now that the puck had mentioned it...

"Of course," the titan purred. "I figure if anyone can pinch it, it's you, love."

[goodfellow]

Robin preened visibly. "Of course," he said.

There was something off about Prometheus. Well, there always was. Whenever he changed. Off in different ways. But Robin really needed to know where on the spectrum this Prometheus was between "sexy hair pulling" and "cutting your dick off."

"But Prometheus, are you, um... okay?"

[pecked_by_birds]

"I'd say I'm better than usual, actually. Why do you ask?" he replied, his gaze just a touch too hard and focused.

[goodfellow]

"I just need to know," Robin said after a long pause. "When you change like this - you could be anywhere on a spectrum from madly in love with me to wanting to cut my dick off, and it's just good for me to know where you are."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Well, I'm always a bit mad, pet," the titan shrugged, not offering any sort of real answer. "So this vase, you think you can get it?" he pressed.

[goodfellow]

Robin looked slightly annoyed at that first answer. It wasn't as if he'd liked Prometheus being all... sentimental, but... well, he hadn't thought he liked it. But he didn't seem to like the absence of it either.

"Of course I can," he said. "I can steal anything."

[pecked_by_birds]

"I'm not doubting, pet, just making sure. ...This is of great importance to me, Robin," he said calmly.

[goodfellow]

"I'll help you," said Robin after a moment. "Of course I'll help you."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Lovely," the titan smiled. "And what do you ask as payment?"

[goodfellow]

Robin actually looked a little insulted. "Really?"

[pecked_by_birds]

"Work deserves reward," the titan shrugged, "It's not an offer I make often, Robin..."

[goodfellow]

"Fine, I want you to be my personal slave for a week," Robin said flatly.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Within reason, puck," the titan replied, a hint of warning in his tone.

[goodfellow]

"That's not reasonable?" Robin asked innocently. "You're welcome to counter."

[pecked_by_birds]

"A favour to be called upon when needed?" the titan suggested.

[goodfellow]

"Sure, whatever," said Robin, and tipped the champagne bottle to his lips again.