Fics like in the darkest little paradise

“That’s not it.” Robin, eyes still hard and furious, takes a step closer. “Then what is it?” Her voice is raised and her eyes are fiery and Nancy can tell she’s pissed now. And Nancy allows her to be angry over the fact that she thought Nancy was homophobic, because who wouldn’t be angry about that, but then her own anger sets in again. She’s said her piece. And Robin isn’t listening. Robin, it seems, wants to have it out, right here, right now. On their fucking information retrieval mission inside of the creepiest fucking house Nancy’s ever seen. Robin wants this fight at the most inconvenient time possible. They’re supposed to be combing this goddamn house for clues, relics, anything to help them in what could be another fight for their lives. And here Robin is, derailing them. Nancy finally fucking snaps—for real, this time. “Fine. Fine!” She yells, throwing her arms up in the air, breathing short and fast. “You wanna know what it is, you wanna know why I don’t like you?” “Oh, please, enlighten me.” Robin spits back and takes another step closer, eyes ablaze. “It’s because you’re an asshole!”

Fics like in the darkest little paradise

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