the feeling of cold hands on your shoulders made you jump. "what are they upset for? not a scrap or cut on 'em, yet." Vance's gruff voice huffed lowly, grasping your chin in his cold hand to tilt it up -- inspecting. "they don't gotta be hurt,tonto." Robin pointed out, grasping your ankle. he lifted it "are you hurt?" Robin asked, head tilting when his dark brown eyes latched to yours.
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