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A shrill screech startled a sleeping Robert awake. His eyelids felt heavy and sluggish as he opened them just enough to squint at the blaring alarm on his phone. 8:30 am. 'Shit, my shift starts soon.' Robert groaned, sitting up in his brutally uncomfortable chair. His muscles ached from the strain and the sound of his joints popping and snapping back into place helped Robert wake himself up. He looked around his apartment in a haze of tiredness. Beef sat in the corner on his pillow, already awake, wagging his stubby tail as Robert got up. The chubby chihuahua was, as usual, waiting for Robert to feed him.
"Hey Buddy." Robert said softly to the furry menace.
Robert cringed when he realised he was wearing the same clothes from the night before. Sleeping in his SDN uniform was definitely not comfortable, but Robert was too exhausted to care about wrinkled shirts and scratchy pants. He squatted down to run his fingers through Beef's fur. Beef, in response, happily rolled onto his back so that Robert could rub his belly, tongue lolling to the side of his snout.
”It’s gonna have to be a quick breakfast today.” Robert stood up, ignoring the slight cramp in his legs. He walked to his kitchen -did it even count as a kitchen?- and opened his barren fridge, got out some dog food, and poured it into a bowl for Beef. Robert didn't have time to make something for himself, but he wasn't much of a breakfast eater anyway. He could always grab a Twinkie from the vending machine at work.
As he set the bowl down and watched Beef practically inhale it, there was a knock on the door. Robert frowned. He didn’t get visitors this early in the morning. In fact, he never got them at all- except for the occasional door-to-door salesman and Mormon preacher. Did he forget to pay his bills or something? Another knock followed as he cautiously walked to the door, opening it a crack.
”What?” He snapped harshly from the lack of sleep.
An anxious woman who was slightly out of breath stood in front of him. She practically screamed 'nervous individual who desperately needs a vacation'. Her hair was messily tied in a bun and her clothes hanged loosely on her figure. She looked as if she'd just been chased up and down the stairs with the way her tired eyes met Robert's.
“Uh, hey Robert. I-it’s me, Lisa… from downstairs?” Robert paused as it finally registered were he recognised her from. She was his downstairs neighbour, the apartment right below his. They hadn't really met, other then spared glances and polite smiles in the hall. He felt a twinge of guilt as it dawned on him how much of an asshole he must've sounded opening the door.
“Oh, Lisa hey. Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude or anything, I’m just a little late to work.” He smiled apologetically.
”It’s fine, but um, that’s actually what I wanted to talk about. Uh…” She looked down with a steadying breath and licked her chapped lips before meeting his gaze.
”You see, the daycare centre I use is closed for the day. My sister’s out of town and my ex won’t answer my calls so I’m kinda stuck. I’m booked for double shifts at work and my boss doesn’t allow kids in the restaurant. I know we hardly know each other, but-“
”Woah, woah, slow down.” Robert interrupted her rambling calmly. “What's the problem?”
She sighed and stared at him with pleading eyes.
”I need you to look after Molly.”
Robert blinked. 'Who the hell is Molly?'
“Uh, who?”
“My daughter, Molly.”
On cue, a little girl who looked about 12 stepped out from behind her. She looked up at Robert with an apprehensive stare, eyes slightly covered behind thick, curly, black hair. Robert struggled to process the request as his eyes shifted between Lisa and the girl.
”Wait, you want me to… babysit your kid?” He focused on Lisa, eyebrows drawn and lips pursed into a confused frown.
”Please, she’s no trouble at all. I have no one else to ask and I can’t just leave her home alone. Please? I’ll pay you.” She begged him desperately. As much as Robert hated to admit it, he had a soft spot for single parents. Call it his neglectful daddy issues acting up- Nope, not digging into that hole right now.
Why she trusted him at all, he had no idea. There’s no way he can watch a kid. He already has a group of grown ass adults to watch, and he can hardly handle them. He tried to look Lisa in the eyes and so no, but the guilt mixed with her hopeful expression made it very difficult. He ducked his head down instinctively and sighed softly to himself. He could’ve said no. He could’ve wished her luck and been done with it, but the little voice that gnawed on Robert’s ear, going on about 'responsibility' and shit wouldn’t shut up. Fuck it. What did he have to lose? He could handle one kid for a day. Not to mention a little extra cash would come in handy considering he was broke as hell and living from pay check to pay check (if SDN would finally pay him that is).
”I’ll do it.”
Lisa visibly lit up, smiling in relief like the weight of the world had just been lifted from her shoulders.
“Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.” She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Robert was in no way prepared. He stumbled back at the unexpected hug, eyes wide and after a few seconds of collecting himself, he awkwardly patted her shoulder
”You’re, uh, welcome.” He eventually settled on.
Lisa pulled away to bend down, meeting Molly’s height with a stern but caring expression.
“Ok sweetie, be a good girl for Mr Robertson. I’ll be back to pick you up tonight, ok?” She lightly kissed her forehead when the girl nodded.
“Ok Mommy.”
Robert turned to Lisa as she stood up.
”Sooo, any allergies or stuff that I should look out for?” He was in no way financially ready for a lawsuit if Molly had an allergic reaction to something Robert gave her.
”No, it’s ok, I’ve packed her some lunch. All she needs is her backpack and she'll be good to go.” She reassured as she checked her watch, cursing under her breath at the time.
”Shoot, I’ve gotta go. I’ll be back at around 10, ok? Thanks again!” She called as she rushed down the hall, leaving Robert alone with the pre-teen.
An awkward pause passed between them as the two stared at each other.
"... What kinda name is Robert Robertson?” Molly skepticized, hands on her hips and looking at him expectantly.
Robert exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face. 'I’m so gonna regret this.'
In retrospective, Robert probably should have googled how to entertain kids. The entire bus ride to the SDN building, Molly asked him questions. Non. Stop. Such as: ‘What do you do?’ ‘Where are we going?’ ‘Are we almost there yet?’ ‘Why is your dog called Beef?’ ‘Why do you look like a depressed hobo?’
Robert felt his left eye twitch in pure exhaustion as they pulled up across the street from the SDN parking lot. Molly had taken to holding Beef in her lap as she looked out the window, bored out of her mind.
“Alright kid, I’m gonna level with you.” He got up and lead her off the bus.
“You’re gonna hear some language today that I’d appreciate if you didn’t repeat in front of your mom.”
It was inevitable. Between the Z-team, Chase, hell- even himself, there was no way Robert could protect Molly from hearing the long strings of profanity the Z-team threw around. Some days, it felt like they must've started a bet on who could swear the most in one day given how many times Robert had to say 'clear the line'. Might as well prepare her for it.
Molly scoffed with a dismissive eye roll.
”Ok, whatever. I ain’t a snitch.”
Robert shook his head, a subtle smirk creeping up his face.
”Prism’s gonna love you.” He mumbled under his breath.
”Let’s go.” Robert gestured as they walked to the building. Molly kept Beef in her arms, giggling as he licked her face. She took hold of Robert’s hand as they walked, holding Beef in the other. At first, it took Robert by surprise as he looked down, expecting some rude rendition of 'your hands are nasty' or 'damn, when was the last time you used moisturiser?' When he got none, he shrugged and kept walking but couldn’t help tighten his grip on her hand as he guided her towards the entrance.
When they got to his desk, he grabbed a nearby chair and pulled it alongside his for Molly to sit at.
“This good enough for you?” She sat down with Beef on her lap.
”Yep.” She responded, already pulling out a colouring book and pencils from her bag.
A light shadow fell over the cubicle; the silhouette of Chase. He didn’t even need to look up to know who it was as he sat in his chair, turning his computer on.
”Motherfucker, why is your bitch ass always late? Blazer and I-“ Chase started his daily rant before he laid eyes on Molly.
”Man, what the fuck?” He furrowed his eyebrows, looking between Robert and Molly, waiting for an explanation.
“Chase, this is Molly. Molly, this is my friend, Chase.” Robert introduced vaguely, preoccupied with logging onto his SDN account for the day.
Molly eyed Chase with a judgmental squint.
”Aren’t you a little old to talk like that, boomer?” She asked. Robert snorted and grinned widely as Chase fumed.
”Oh, she’s definitely got your attitude. Mind explaining, fucker?”
“Well, this is my neighbours daughter, fucker. I’m watching her for the day. Thanks for minding your language by the way.” Robert's sarcasm was blatantly ignored as Chase let out a ‘phew’ and visibly relaxed.
”Thank fuck, I ain’t ready to be a fucking Grandpa or some shit. Also, I'll say whatever the hell I want, bitch. You of all people should know that”
Robert cocked his head to the side with a smug smirk as he finally looked up at the older man.
“Really? Because you already fit the bill. Got the glasses and everything.” He looked him up and down, noticeably eyeing his yellow sweater and grey hair.
Chase glared at him, jabbing a finger at his face.
“You better watch your mouth before I whoop your ass, kid.”
Robert rolled his eyes and swatted the accusing finger away as he put the headset on.
“Whatever you say, gramps.”
Chase muttered under his breath as he disappeared behind the wall.
“He’s weird for an old man.” Molly said, focused on her drawing. Robert shook his head with a small smile as he prepared to unmute himself.
”You have no idea.”
So far, the shift had been going pretty well. The team had been working smoothly (with only one tree 'spontaneously' being set on fire that Flambea swears he didn’t start) and despite one delay by Prism, who got distracted by her livestream, there had been no incidents. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for inside the office. Ten minutes into the shift, Molly had gotten bored and decided that annoying Robert was endlessly entertaining. She poked at his face when he tried to focus, tugged at his sleeve when he told her 'give me a minute', even kicked the back of his chair when he tried to ignore her. He'd been in the middle of hacking into a sprinkler system but jolted at the kick. The mission was reported a failure. That was the last straw. He let out a low exhale and muted his comms as Sonar told one of his Harvard dorm story’s again, turning to Molly with a less than amused look.
”Ok, what’s up kid?”
She blinked innocently at him, like she hadn’t just been rage baiting him for the last 20 minutes.
”I’m hungry.”
Robert had no reaction, expression blank.
“Your mom packed you lunch.”
She pouted and gave him her best 'kicked puppy' look.
”I'm not 'lunch' hungry, I'm 'snack' hungry and she forgot to give me my snacks.”
Robert huffed and got up, gesturing lazily for her to follow.
”I’ll get you something from the vending machine. You like Twinkie’s?”
She grinned triumphantly and nodded with enthusiasm, skipping ahead of him. 'This kid has way too much energy.'
Robert was in the middle of putting a dollar into the machine when he heard someone approach. He glanced over his shoulder briefly, seeing Blonde Blazer staring at Molly with a mix of confusion and a small amount of suspicion.
”Uh, Robert?”
”Blazer.”
He grabbed the Twinkie from the slot and turned around.
”Is this kid yours?” She asked as she stared at both Robert and Molly.
"Ew, no- No way the walking twig is my dad." Molly grimaced in disgust. Robert decided not to take offence.
”This is Molly, I’m watching her for the day.” Molly eyed Blazer with a calculative stare. Her lips thinned into a line that said 'I can't be bothered with you'.
”You look like a knock off Barbie doll with a saviour complex.” She stated, leaving Mandy stunned and launching Robert into a fit of a poorly concealed laughter.
”Pfft- Ok, that one was pretty good.” He smirked, handing her the Twinkie which she eagerly took.
”I- uh- that’s-“ Blazer struggled, trying to recover from the shock, but eventually landed on a forced laugh.
”Ha ha, uh, thanks I guess. Molly, was it?” She smiled.
”Mhm.” Was the only response she got as Molly tucked into the Twinkie, practically swallowing it whole.
”Hey, take it easy! Can’t have you choking or your mom’s gonna kill me.” Robert scolded but Molly only stuck out her Twinkie coated tongue at him.
Robert rolled his eyes and looked back at Blazer, her lips twitched up into a smirk.
”She’s a cutie, isn’t she?”
”Yeah, a real sweetheart.” Robert deadpanned sarcastically with no malice. Blazer chuckled and moved to pat his shoulder.
“Listen, I get it. Kids are hard. Just, maybe next time you could run it by me when you bring a child to work?” She gave him knowing smile. Robert winced slightly as the realisation dawned on him, rubbing the back of his neck and biting the inside of his bottom lip.
”Shit, did I forget to tell you? Fuck. Sorry. Won’t happen again.” Blazer waved him off dismissively smiled understandingly.
”It’s fine, honestly. Just keep an eye on her, ok?” She turned to walk away but stopped at the door to give him a mischievous grin
”And Robert? Don’t give kids junk food all the time.” She rounded the corner, leaving him and Molly to exchange looks.
”I like her.” Came the eventual conclusion from a smirking Molly.
Robert ruffled Molly’s hair with a similar smirk as he looked back at the empty doorway.
”Yeah, she’s alright.”
The short snack break did not satisfy Molly’s boredom. When they got back to Robert’s desk, she peered over his shoulder to look at his screen.
”Whatcha doin’?”
“Working.” He put his headset back on.
”Are you a gamer? My uncle Aaron’s a gamer, but he sucks. I always beat him.” She said smugly. Robert smiled but shook his head as he scanned over the mission logs.
”No, I’m not a gamer, I’m a dispatcher.”
”A dis-what-er?”
”A dispatcher. I send heroes out on missions.”
“So you’re like the guy in the chair?”
Robert paused. You’d think after all his years as Mecha Man he’d reject to idea of just being ‘the guy in the chair’, but he was surprisingly ok with it. Sure, he missed the rush of jumping into action, taking down villains. The feeling of adrenaline pumping through his veins as he took down whole gangs single handedly. But he was still helping. Still giving advice to other heroes and working behind the scenes to do what he could. And it’s not like he’s stuck with this job. He’ll be Mecha Man again, if he could get the damn Astral Pulse Prototypes to work, but for now he was fine being ‘Robert the Dispatcher.' If anything, it was a nice change of pace. He'd lived as Mecha Man for half his life, so letting himself just be Robert for a little while felt refreshing. Good even.
”Yep, that’s me. Robert 'Guy in the Chair' Robertson.”
Molly snorted.
“That’s so lame. Can I try?”
Robert turned his head at her, eyebrow quirked questioningly as if he was trying to determine what her play was.
”You wanna try being a dispatcher? No way, not happening.”
”Pleeeeeeease!” She begged, giving him her best puppy dog eyes, pouting with her bottom lip.
Robert averted his eyes but cracked when he briefly looked back at her. He sighed again for what must’ve been the fiftieth time that day and scooted back, gesturing for her to step forward. She grinned and hopped onto Robert’s lap with the confidence of someone much older. He was stunned for a second, not expecting her to get so comfortable around him so fast, but decided once again not to question it.
”Ok, so this is cctv footage and a map of Torrance here and these are call ins from subscribers.” He explained to her as he pointed to different parts of the screen.
”What’s with the pride parade at the bottom?- Is that a furry!?” She asked, pointing to Sonar's beacon and the rest of the Z-team's profiles. Robert suppressed a chuckle and grinned. I am so using that later.
”Those are the heroes I’m in charge off. The Z-team.”
”Heroes? With a weak name like 'Z-Team'? Lame. Can I talk to them?”
Robert hesitated to answer. As much as the trust between him and the team had grown, did he really want them talking to a very impressionable -albeit pretty hilarious- child? He doubted they could be mature, but it might be a good opportunity for some of them to learn how to handle kids. Not naming names of course (Invisigal).
His internal struggle didn’t seem to matter though because the familiar sound of the team bickering with each other started up again. Talk about irony.
”Hey, Bob Bob! When are you gonna give me a real challenge? We’re done over here.”
”Bitch, what do you mean ‘we’? I did everything! You just sat there and looked pretty with your dumb ass gap tooth.”
”Uh yeah, because that mission was beneath me. Seriously, breaking up a tanning salon fight? I’d rather roast myself alive.”
”You fucking diva-“
The argument between Prism and Flambae caught Molly’s attention. She gave Robert another desperate expression and Roberr's composure finally cracked.
"Fine, two minutes."
She grinned. Robert braced himself and unmuted his comms.
”Flambae, you need to pitch in more during domestic disputes if you want to be put in a ‘real’ fight, and Prism please don’t make me file another HR complaint for behaviour. They've already had enough of this team as it is. Other than that, good job you two.”
The sound of reluctant thanks and grumbling apologies was enough to briefly reassure Robert.
”Good, now I have a favour-”
Immediately groans and curses filled his ears as more of the Z-team came online.
”Seriously?”
“We do favours for you all day, Lieutenant Dan!”
”Not fair, boss-man.”
”I didn’t get a degree from Harvard to be an errand boy, Boberto!”
”Boy, what does your white privileged ass possibly need from us?
”Wha’ d’ya want now, lad? Can’t we get a break first?”
Robert pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt the oncoming migraine forming . He opened his mouth to speak but had his headset snatched by Molly -who had undoubtedly heard everything.
”Hey, shut your whiny, powerpuff-girls-looking asses up and do what the man says!”
Silence.
”... Was that a fucking child, Bobbie!?” Came the shocked exclamation from Flambae.
”Is that an ugly, pimply, bitch -what’s your name- Flambae?”
Robert could hear the howling laughter of the whole team that followed. Molly smirked to herself and folded her arms proudly. Robert couldn’t help but chuckle too, listening as Flambae’s fumbled for words angrily. He’d never wished to see the man’s face so hard in his life.
”You- fucking- shut up!”
"I'm not done, you look like an ice dancer gave up and forgot to shower. When was the last time you washed that greasy ponytail? Three months ago?"
Prism absolutely wept she was laughing that much. The sound of Flambae igniting like a bonfire could be heard in the background, the sizzling and crackling of flames only fuelled Robert’s amusement as he struggled to stop himself from laughing.
"Pff- hahahahaha! She called you out, babe!"
"It's not funny, Prism." Flambae scowled. Prism ignored him completely.
"Damn, you got some balls kid. What's your name?"
"Molly, who are you?"
"Prism."
"Oh, so you're this bubblegum haired girl?" Molly leaned forward to squint at Prism's profile.
Flambae snorted loudly and wheezed in the background. Robert could feel the glare Prism gave him and heard the sound of her slapping him on the back of his head. The pained grunt and mumbled swearing cracked a grin on Robert’s face.
"Bitch, you better pipe the hell down- Excuse me, little girl, but I'll have you know this hair was expensive shit."
"Really? Because it looks like you just bought it from some Y2K store. Did you at least get it on sale?"
This time, the entire team couldn't resist laughing, some muffled chuckles and chortles filled the comms with amusement. Robert shook his head despite the fact that the corner of his lips twitched into a fond smile. He quickly took the headset back as Prism aggressively ranted on about the quality of her wig and how long it takes to style it.
"Ok, let's everyone calm down. That was Molly, I'm watching her for the day. I was going to ask that you not swear in front of her but that seems pretty pointless now."
"Oh I am so meeting this kid." Invisigal announced, her tracker heading back in the direction of the SDN.
"Visi, you're still on the clock."
"Early lunch, Robbie. And I'm bringing donuts."
Robert sighed but didn't have the energy to fight with her.
"Fine, just bring me a jam one and-" He looked down at Molly.
"You want a donut?" She nodded and grinned.
"Sprinkles please."
"-Sprinkles for Molly."
"On it Lieutenant Dan."
"Can I get in on that?" Golem asked.
"Same, I could really use a pick-me-up right now." Malevola joined in.
"Chocolate. Don't be stingy with the icing." Coupé asked demanded.
The rest all pitched in with their orders and started to head back. Robert knew he'd probably take the fall for allowing them all to have an early lunch, but he didn't care at this point. That was a problem for future Robert, current Robert was hungry and in need of sugar.
They were in the break room when the Z-team arrived. They shuffled in one by one, crowding the room and watching Molly with expressions ranging from curious to mildly interested. Molly looked up from playing with Beef to stare at them all. She leant back in her chair and folded her arms, lips pinched tightly and eyebrows drawn. It was almost like she was interviewing them, staring into their souls undeterred like they’d each done something wrong and she was trying to determine who was guilty.
"So… you're the Z-team?”
"That's us! Good ta meet ya Molly, the name’s Punch Up." Punch Up introduced himself with a warm smile.
Molly looked him up and down, her face giving nothing away.
"You Irish?"
"Born and raised." He answered with pride, smile growing wider with glistening teeth.
She looked thoughtful for a second before shrugging.
"Ok, I can respect that."
Punch Up grinned and sat down, opening the donut box Invisigal had brought in and devoured his donut. Robert reached over and grabbed his too, watching as Molly continued her silent evaluation of the team. This is gonna be hilarious. He thought to himself with a knowing smirk.
Prism was next. She stepped forward -arms crossed with a small glare peeking out behind her visor. She was clearly still pissed off at their previous ‘conversation.’
"So? Got anything else to say about me? I'm warning you, I am not above hitting a little girl."
"Prism-" Robert reprimanded, but fell silent when Molly raised a hand to stop him. Intrigued, he let her take control of the situation. He knew she could handle it, after all she was one vocal kid.
She stared at Prism for a few seconds before cracking a grin.
"You put up a good fight, I like that.”
Prism's paused before letting out a snort, grinning.
"Heh, ok I see you. You know what? You alright kid." She gave her a fist bump which Molly returned. She then slid onto the couch lazily, feet up on the table as she laid back casually. Punch Up tossed her a donut once she was comfortable. She caught it swiftly, took a bite and scrolled through her phone like nothing happened.
Flambae, however, was less than happy at the casual display. He shoved past Malevola and Sonar to look between Molly and Prism, a mix of confusion and anger contorted his face into scrunched lines.
"Seriously!? That's it!?" He inhaled heavily, breath coming out in aggressive huffs. Steam rolled out of his nostrils slightly in waves. It reminded Robert of the night at the bar as Mecha Man, only Flambae had been outright furious then whereas now he was mildly outraged.
Prism shrugged, not sparing him a look from her phone.
"She's chill, bae."
Flambae fumed, flames flickering at the ends of his fingers before he clenched them into tight fists. He stepped forward menacingly and pointed accusingly at Molly who stood her ground (metaphorically).
"She's a little-"
"Flambae." Robert stopped him, all humour gone as the room tensed. He fixed him in place with his eyes, silently warning him to not say anything he might regret. It was almost threatening, in a way that said 'don't even think about it or else you're on double shifts for the next two weeks.'
Flambae continued to glare but hesitated as he met Robert's unrelenting gaze. It took a few seconds of suspense but he finally scowled and turned away.
”Whatever, little pipsqueak’s not worth my time.” He tutted.
Robert watched as Flambae stalked over to Prism, grabbed his donut, and angrily bit chunks out of it. He looked exactly like a toddler, sulking at being told off as he slumped against the window, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. Molly seemed proud of herself at seeing him back down, smiling back at Robert who returned it with a smile of his own.
Invisigal, unsurprisingly, popped up next to Molly having apparently been there the whole time.
"Wow, I'm almost impressed."
Molly looked at her. She hadn't flinched when Invisigal appeared, which was impressive in itself, but she did tilt her head to the side curiously.
"And you are?"
"Invisigal. Got you your donut." She smirked as she dropped it into Molly's lap.
Molly looked at it and grinned.
"Ok, you're my favourite."
Disappointed boos and groans came from the others as Molly began to eat her donut unbothered.
"Hey, no fair!"
"Yeah! I'm everyone's favourite!"
Invisigal just sniggered at them as she waltzed over to grab herself a donut.
"Bribery always works, bitches. Suck it up."
"Oh, I can totally bribe her. Here, watch this." Sonar stepped forward and squatted down.
"You interested in crypto, Kid?"
Robert clenched his eyes and held his head in exasperation. Was Sonar seriously trying to get a child to invest in stocks?
"Sonar, she's eight."
Sonar frowned. Obviously he didn't see the issue -which was something Robert would have to keep in mind for a future one-on-one meeting- and just shrugged.
"So? Never too early to get in on that boat."
Malevola, thankfully, grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him away gently.
"Sonar, no, just- no."
He deflated and gave a pout -if bat's could even pout- before he stepped back.
"Fine, but don't come crying to me when I'm rich and you're all broke."
Malevola stepped forward and smiled down at Molly, tail swishing behind her.
"Don't mind him, It's nice to meet you Molly. You can call me Mal."
Molly had to lift her head a few extra degrees to look up at Malevola properly, the demoness towering over her. She gawked in awe at first before a wide grin crept up her face.
"Holy shit, you're a demon!"
Malevola smiled at that, having expected to be screamed at in fear like most kids do.
"Yeah, pretty cool, huh?"
"Cool? It's frickin’ badass!"
Robert smiled softly. Seeing Malevola's genuine happiness at not being feared stirred up something warm and fuzzy in his chest. He watched the two fondly as Malevola carefully pulled out her sword, much to Molly’s excitement.
”Awesome.”
The look on Molly’s face gave Robert a sense of calm, and even though Robert knew they’d deny it, he could see that the rest of them were also relaxing at the domesticity of the moment.