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Robin entered Steve's room, and he closed the door behind her. It had been a crazy week with Vecna, Eleven in California, and Max… Steve and Robin had just gotten back from visiting Max. Poor Lucas hadn’t left the hospital since she was admitted.
Robin sat down on Steve's double bed before throwing herself back. Normally, she would make fun of how much of a mess Steve's room was, but she was way too exhausted to care at the moment. “When you actually stop to think about this crap…” Robin sat up now looking at steve.
“I know… It’s insane… Poor Max…” Robin lowered her head, looking at the floor.
“I mean, yeah, but poor all of us,” Steve replied, crossing his arms and leaning on the bed.
“Alright, now shut up and get out; I’m taking a nap.”
“Get out?! This is my room!” Steve made a show of sounding offended, but they both knew he didn’t really care.
Robin flung herself backward again, tossing all of Steve’s millions of pillows onto the floor to make herself comfortable. After she lay down, the room filled with silence—until it was interrupted by the sound of Steve shaking the door handle.
“Uh, Robin?”
“Go awayyyyyy~” Robin whined.
“Slight problem here.” Robin groaned, pulling her beyond-exhausted self up to see what the issue was. She saw Steve’s left leg up against the door, both hands on the handle, and his right foot awkwardly on the floor. Robin nearly choked on her own spit, wheezing for air.
“How did you even manage to do that?” she gasped between wheezes.
“I don’t know! Now come over here and help me get this fucking door open!”
Robin pulled herself up, still giggling, and shooed Steve to the side, placing both her hands on the handle.
Rattle. Rattle.
…Nothing.
Now Steve was the one on the floor, gasping for breath.
“I’m too tired for this shit,” Robin muttered, climbing back into bed. “Just call Nancy.”
They both knew Nancy was the handyman of the trio anyway.
