Hi there. I’m Robin. 

(Source: realripper)

harper-thequeen:

New York, New York. It’d been some decades since Monica had stepped foot in the silver city. Back then, it wasn’t quite as glamorous. After all, the stock market had just crashed and Wall Street was up in arms. She’d more or less dropped in for a quick bite, scrounging up some misery from the poor broker bastards before they decided to put a pistol in their mouths or pitch themselves off the top floor of the nearest building. Now it was all high rises, neon lights and more pain per capita than the rest of the state combined. She was in love with it. But if she intended to make this her playground, she would have to find some playmates. Viktor was nothing but a sourpuss - as he had been for the better part of his existence, Monica reminded herself - but he had brought her spirits down a bit with all his talk of ‘warnings’ and ‘innocence’. It was depressing. And so, she was ever so glad when she found the young Robin girl with the long face. What better way to forget about her ungrateful child than to take the girl out?

She’d made herself comfortable in a loft in lower Manhattan, with a gratuitous view of the city. Monica liked living in style - after a thousand years of living beneath humans, she felt that she owed herself that. She came out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself and spread the curtains in her bedroom, so she could see the lights. She then went to the walk in closet to select her outfit. She chose a haltered red cocktail, with a pickup skirt. This would be accompanied with black and red pumps. That would do. She dried her baby blonde hair and styled it into a wavy ponytail that draped over one shoulder. She did her makeup, lining her eyes heavily and darkening her lips. She put on the dress and heels, finishing the outfit with a chunky red bead bracelet and matching earrings. She called for a taxi to take her to the side of town she knew Robin resided in. Of course, the girl had no idea that she’d been followed. Monica didn’t worry about it; she didn’t look like the type to ask too many questions.

Her phone rang as she was entering the lobby of the apartment building. She fished it out of her clutch and answered as she stepped in front of the elevator. “We can meet up right here,” Monica answered as the doors opened and she grinned to see Robin standing there. She hung up her phone and tossed it back into the clutch, looking over Robin’s choice of dress approvingly. At least the girl had taste. “Nice job.” She reached out, grasping Robin gently by the crook of her elbow and walked with her back outside. “You ready to have some fun? I was thinking our first stop should be Metris, then maybe Nekto,” she said as they walked to the cab Monica had waiting for them.

“Okay, if you say so,” the younger girl replied with a slight laugh as the two of them started towards the taxi that Monica had arrived in. Robin had to admit, she was slightly nervous: the only clubs she’d ever been in had, admittedly, been for teenagers. But now, going to an actual club with a person she hardly knew…it was as invigorating as it was frightening. Sliding into the interior of the cab, she leaned back against the seat with a sigh, smiling over at what she concluded was her new friend. After a few seconds, the car pulled off and Robin, unsure of what to say, gave the other a polite smile before turning her head the other way in order to look out of the window. The view of New York zooming by was almost enough to comfort and lull her to sleep, as if she were a child being rocked to sleep in the loving arms of her mother. As a wave of nostalgia crashed through her, she reminded herself that times had changed, the people around her had changed, and now it was also time for her to change; tonight was the beginning of said transformation.

Tapping a heeled foot on the floor of the car, she thought about the word transformation and how it applied both to her life, and the city around her. Her and Crystal had to be right; something around here definitely was changing, but she had yet to put her finger on it. She could tell that a few people she knew definitely were aware of what was going on, yet wouldn’t tell her…which brought her to wonder if maybe a larger force was at work. Something…unnatural, as Crys had put it. Contemplating the idea for a few moments in her head, she dismissed it with a sigh, deciding that it was perhaps time to say something to Monica. If she could think of anything even remotely cool to say that didn’t make her look like a complete idiot. Clearing her throat silently, she turned to look over at her friend, smiling gratefully at her. “Hey, really though, thank you for this. I appreciate it. It’s just what I need to just…get my mind of of everything.”

She pursed her rouged lips then, determined not to sound like a pity case before continuing with a small nod. “And um, anyway, I don’t think I’ve ever been to any of these places, so it’s gonna be really fun, yeah?” She looked between the driver’s and passenger’s seats out of the windshield to the view in front of them. “And I bet it’ll be even better when we’re out of traffic and actually getting to the club, eh?” Laughing softly, she shook her head and leaned back in her seat. “Typical New York. Never changes.”

(Source: babyrobin, via harper-thequeen-deactivated2011)