“Damn straight I do.”
How much blood had Lynx lost?
Here, right before her very eyes, Red Robin and Superboy were kissing-and kissing obscenely at that. Moreover, Lynx was floating. There was no other way to describe it. When Red Robin had reared back in surprise, his arm had slipped out from beneath her- and yet, Lynx remained in an upright position without straining her injuries, as if still being supported by something.
The only explanation was that she was hallucinating.
While her head reeled in confusion, Superboy’s strong grip was all but crushing Red Robin’s shoulders as their mouths moved against one another’s salaciously. It was hurried and sloppy, complete with lewd, soused sounds of lips moving across each other. Before Lynx could tear her eyes away in horror, the boys parted, Red Robin breathing heavy and throwing a particular look at the Super, who was wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his t-shirt.
“Just not from you, fleabag,” Superboy grinned down at her, smug.
Was this real?
Red Robin remained quiet. Lynx could hear his breath return to an even pace, could see the wheels turning in his head. What was he thinking? What was he holding back? Anger? Disgust?
Or something on the opposite end of the spectrum? Lynx didn’t want to consider that possibility; her head hurt enough as it was.
“Should we get outta here, Red?” Even if Lynx was still unconscious the implications behind Superboy’s question would not be lost on her. It was too much effort to spit out a retort, however, or even glare. She groaned lightly and let her eyes settle closed.
“If you mean to get Lynx somewhere safer so we can get this sorted out, then yes,” Red Robin said tersely. “Otherwise, you know my answer, Superboy.”
He sighed. “It’s just a matter of where to take her…”
Was there a safe place for the three of them? It seemed like every single place Lynx attempted to take refuge in while evading her attackers was all too quickly discovered.
“We need to go far. Out of Chinatown,” Lynx croaked out.
“Nice blush, Boo,” Kon murmured as the smaller boy steadied himself, panting slightly. Superboy didn’t have that type of problem, since y’know Superstamina and all that jazz.
“If you mean to get Lynx somewhere safer so we can get this sorted out, then yes. Otherwise, you know my answer, Superboy. It’s just a matter of where to take her.”
Superboy threw Red Robin the kicked puppy dog look, wilting under the other boy’s no nonsense scowl. At least Kon thought it was no nonsense. Stupid cowl. Always got in the way. It was worse than that green Hamburgular mask Tim used to wear when he was Robin.
“We need to go far. Out of Chinatown.”
Superboy twitched irritably at Lynx’s semi-coherent contribution. “Gee, y’mean I can’t get a bowl of fu noodles between you bleeding and you being thug’s most wanted? Daaaamn,” Kon snorted, crossing his thick arms over the crimson ‘S’.
He jerked his head at Red Robin, annoyed expression softening. Albeit appropriate time for giving Lynx a hard time for dragging them into her problem, Kon knew that Tim was set on helping the girl. So he’d help out too. “Doesn’t Draper have a place around here?” he asked, loosing his arms to scratch the back of his neck.
Lady Shiva had been tracking Lynx’s whereabouts for a long time.
A whisper here, a sighting there, it had caught Shiva’s attention, a familiar name revealing itself to her in her confused life.
In Shiva’s work—Her old work, she had to keep reminding herself—she had worked with many different people, and Lynx was one of them. Something familiar in this dreary haze would be a small comfort, with herself practically in exile, because people assumed her dead.
So Lynx’s name had popped up, and with some research, a few questions, a few broken bones and a promised silence, Shiva had her information.
Following the sly cat was the next step. Not easy, not impossible. The girl had left a trail, an obvious one in Shiva’s eyes, but that could just be her opinion. So now here she was, looking down on a very twisted situation from a rooftop, debating when the right time was to make her presence known.
She studied the three on the ground. Superboy, with a large red S on his shirt. Red Robin, holding what looked liked the now fragile Lynx in his arms. Her daughter associated herself with these people; it was only natural Shiva knew their names.
The moment had come, the words “Doesn’t Draper have a place around here?” floated up to her. Now was a good time as any.
She made her way to the ground, and slowly, emerged from the shadows, eyes on the three as they heard her coming.
“I believe I could help you with your arrangements.” She stopped a few metres away from them, her head cocked slightly to the side. “If you would accept my help.” She was walking a fragile line with the two heroes here, but if Lynx was conscious enough, maybe she could make them accept.
If Shiva could help in any way with these people, she could prove she was doing better.