Injustice (Irregular updates)

Settling in

"Shhh. It's not your fault." Said Robin. "It was cruel of them to make you fight me. You wouldn't win." He wasn't angry at the boy. He was furious at the gods, for making an innocent boy do their bidding. How dare they send a 14-year-old boy to his doom! The boy sniffled in his arms. Robin hugged him tighter, rocking back and forwards whispering hushed and soothing words in his ears, calming the sobbing boy. This was not how a boy should live his life, terrified of a task that he was forced into doing, his life in chaos and disarray. The gods had gone mad! They knew that this poor boy would never be able to defeat him, he wondered what those bastards had done to him, was he another experiment? What would it be this time? Supreme intellect? Super strength? He decided to test these theories, but first, he wanted to get to know the boy who was currently crying in his chest. "Hey, buddy. Sit up for a minute." The boy did as Robin asked. "I need you to tell me your name." The boy looked surprised, he furrowed his brows, like he was trying to remember something. He quickly hung his head. "I-I, I don't know s-sir." He muttered. Robin furrowed his eyebrows. "Well, that's not going to do now is it?" He said brightly. The boy nodded into Robin's chest. "Is there anything you would like to be called?" The boy's eyes lit up slightly. "Something beginning with C", he nodded to himself as if reassuring himself that was the correct decision. "That was the first letter of my mum's name." He burst into tears.

Robin was about to ask why he used the past tense, but he knew immediately what had happened. He pulled the boy back into his chest and hugged him close. "Which bastard do I need to murder for you?" He asked through his teeth. He was fuming. Someone had killed this cherub's mother. As if he hadn't been through enough already. The boy looked up from his chest. "C-caleb" He sniffled. "That's what I want to be called." Robin smiled lightly. "From now on, you my child, will be known as Caleb."

Robin picked up Caleb. His question still burning in his mind. Who killed the boy's mother? Was it the gods? He wouldn't put it past them, they'd done it before. Robin was surprisingly strong for a 16-year-old boy. Yet, Robin was also an evil super genius, so he guessed it didn't matter. Nothing really made sense anymore. Not at all. Caleb was another injustice the world decided it would be a really fucking funny idea to bestow upon the earth. He didn't deserve this, he was innocent, like a freshly bloomed flower, before Brian from down the road came on his ride-on lawnmower and chopped this flower's bloody head clean off, leaving a severed stem. But he hoped that Caleb was a bulb, ready to rise again next spring. The Earth was a cruel and heartless place. 

Caleb stirred in Robin's arms as they got to his apartment door. He put him down slowly and earned a squeak from the younger as his bare feet scraped the cold, linoleum floor. Once Robin had steadied Caleb on the floor, he took the key out of his back pocket and opened the door. Caleb let out a squeal of excitement as he looked inside.

(Pictures because I'm a lazy author and suck at descriptions)

(Caleb's room)

(Robin's room)

Caleb was running around, checking out all of the rooms. Robin smiled. It had taken him a long time to get enough money to pay for renovations, seeing Caleb smile was all he needed to be satisfied with the shit-tonne of money that went into making this place what it was today. He walked over to the stereo in the living room, plugging his phone in, playing some lo-fi quietly in the background Caleb came running over to Robin and hugged him. "Can I touch things?" Robin was taken aback, he would have to follow that one up as well, but not now. Now was a time of exploration. "Of course you can. Go and choose a room. The one over there is mine, please feel free to go in there if you need me." Caleb's eyes lit up. He ran off to go find the room that he liked the most. 

Caleb came back 5 minutes later and grabbed Robin's hand. He dragged the older to come and see the room he'd picked. Robin had an inkling he knew where they were going. It was one of the nicest bedrooms in the house. To his surprise, they went past that door and to the next. He was leading Robin to the simplest bedroom in the house, the blue room. Robin kept that room for guests he didn't particularly like, but he could understand why Caleb wanted that room. It had a view of the nicer part of the city. You see, Robin lived in Swynham, one of the nicest cities in the world, if you didn't go exploring, because if you did, you would find a wall. 4o foot wide, and 3 foot thick. It kept the Bunkers out.

Yeet! 1016 words, that's the most I've ever written! Like I said, updates are gonna be a bit irregular because I have tests and school and general life shit and these chapters take TIIIIIMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE............ but oh well. I hope this actually goes somewhere.

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