Call them.

Worry struck him and he realized the Robins were way out of their league. He needed to tell them about this development, about Leviathan and this massive faction war as fast as he could. Intrigued by the sudden departure of his erection, Cassandra's hands stroked his flaccid dong. Head tipped on her arm, she silently asked if everything was alright.

Aaron exhaled weakly and replied, "Yeah, perfectly fine. I have to make a call though. Be right back."

He got up and headed to his room. He dialled in their number, which he burned into his mind, and pushed the call button. Then he waited. Ten seconds passed. It was an excruciating wait.

"Hello?" It was Shug-R, the comms girl. Aaron was immediately relieved.

"Hey," he greeted. "I saw what happened with Ivy and Harley. Are you guys alright?"

"Ivy and Harley?" Shug-R sounded perplexed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, they attacked you, or you attacked them. It's all over the news."

"No–wait, what?" Shug-R readjusted her speaker. "We didn't attack them. We were fighting WITH them."

Aaron did a double-take. "You…did?"

"Dax and Dre got hurt by this goth woman with a sword. Angel Breaker, she called herself. That was our enemy. That's who we fought against. Together, not as enemies." Shug-R let out a grated groan. "Don't tell me the media is telling lies again?"

"The Gotham Gazette is," Aaron admitted.

"And I thought they were decent. Oh well."

"I can hand you guys supplies if you need it," Aaron said.

"Stitches, bandages, casts, anything to do with medicine. Are you down for Crime Alley in about two hours?"

Aaron checked the time. Right now, the small hand was barely pointing to ten. "That's perfect."

"Okay." Shug-R breathed for a moment, silent. "And thank you. We could really use the help right now."

The call ended. His shoulder suddenly didn't seem to ache anymore.

He felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind, naked flesh pressed to him and small beady nipples poking him. It was Cassandra, needy for his touch and smell. He twisted his torso, looked at her, and chuckled. He patted her head and said, "Let me guess: you want to Netflix and chill?"

Her head shifted against his back. Her nonverbal response added another small chuckle.

"I have things to do, unfortunately. Maybe when I come back?" Her head moved left and right and he could feel the frown kissing his back. No, she was saying. "Right, right, you have to go." He smacked his lips. "Then this is where we part ways for today, Cass."

Cassandra whined.

"Don't be like that," he said, laughing. "We'll see each other again, promise. Once our schedules line up, we can do this all over again. For now, we have to commit to our responsibilities. Okay?"

"Okay," Cassandra grumbled, still stubborn about it.

Smiling slyly, Aaron said in a slowed yet wise inflection, "Goodbye, old friend–"

"May the **** be with you," Cassandra muttered like a mantra. She had the script of the infamous prequel movies remembered like the back of her hand and her spirits were always lifted whenever he engaged in her little obsession. Right now, a smile started to curl up on her lips.