Okay, "dad" - Rinney ( Finney x Robin ) oneshots collection

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((THE GC WANTED THE TAPEWORMS CHAPTER

Bruce / Vance + Robin / Finney  oneshot

No warnings))

"Your room really is like this?" Finney asked, he was close to robin.

Bruce sat on the bed as if he owned the place, he had sat up for company but he looked as if he had been laying there before.

"Yeah. It's a bunch of scattered styles." Vance replied as Robin had put his arm around finney's shoulders. Robin was back to his tough persona.

"I see." Finney smiled though, maybe he never expected to see Vance lighting Incense. Or maybe he thought that smell was weed and he was giggling at himself for the stupid mistake.

"Vance, you have to-" Bruce got out of the bed, walking over to the blondes side and helping him with Vance's own lighter. You could tell how long that boy had really been in Vance's room.

Robin was looking up at the tapestry and the obscure dirty posters.

Once Bruce had settled back on his boyfriends bed. They all looked at each other. It was a quiet moment before they jumped at the sound of Vance's radio turning on and the words of "finally!" Escaping Vance.

Bruce had taken the radio into his lap to tune it and Vance sat next to him to help. "No you have to turn it r-" "shut up I know what I'm doing!"

Finney and robin stared at each other before robin leant over to kiss finneys forehead, he was sure that finney was unknowingly nervous about being in Vance's room.

They all felt different about the room, was it the ash? The risk of this dad? How the two lovers were on the bed and robin was unsure how long those sheets had been there . The indent in the pillows.

They had stopped on a channel that produced loud music through the static of the radio and Vance sat it down over his record player.

Bruce pulled Vance's blanket over himself as he sat against the wall. Vance cleared his voice.

"How long are they staying?" He asked Bruce.

"I don't know, hippie."

It wasn't a rude question, no rude tone behind it. Robin had laughed himself. Finney sat like he always did. Unsure of what exact emotion was present.

"I'm staying until morning. Bruce." Robin had huffed through laughter. Bruce looked up from picking at his nails. "Remember? I called and booked a stay." He'd added with a laugh.

"Sure." Bruce replied. Tilting his head. Robin put his hand on finneys thigh. Looping his arm through finneys.

Finney was so focused on the screams of what seemed like, protesters? Outside. Shouting. He didn't notice the question from Bruce.

"Finney?" Robin asked. He had kissed finneys cheek but didn't get a response.

"Oh." Finney turned his head. A quick shake of it pulled him closer to where he was.

"All night."

"No - um. I asked what you were wanting to eat?" Bruce asked. Robin leant down and whispered something.

"Anything is okay I'm not picky." He swallowed a lump in his throat and leaned closer to Robin. "Sorry." He whispered back up to robin, robin shrugged.

"You're okay."