"you got this mi amor"

A/N: I know nothing about baseball...

Robin's POV: 

"C'MON FINNEY, YOU GOT THIS!"  I cheered as Finney walked out on the field. I watched intently as Finney walked over to the pitchers mound and turned to face Bruce, who was batting. 

Bruce looked up and smiled at Finney before mouthing 'Good luck cause you're gonna need it' to him. Finney chuckled at Bruce's big ego, while playfully rolling his eyes. Finney  eventually stopped smiling and suddenly looked focused. 

"LET'S GO BRUCE!" Vance called out while cupping his hands around his mouth, to make himself louder. I turned my head back to the field to see Finney turning himself in a 90 degree angle. Finney swung his arm back and threw the ball. 

The ball zipped through the air, curving perfectly into the catcher's glove, Bruce having missed the ball. A mix of cheers and groans filled the bleachers, from people cheering for different teams. Bruce lowered his head to the ground, shaking it back and forth. Finney lifted his arm back again and threw the next one. 

The ball smacked right into the catcher's hand. I looked over at Finn, my face beaming with proudness of him. Finney's face was determined as he was getting ready to throw the last pitch. He was turning the ball over and over in his hand, concentrating. 

"YOU GOT THIS MI AMOR!" I yelled out to him. He stopped adjusting the ball in his hand and turned towards the bleachers. He looked at me through his helmet and just smiled at me. His face was beaming now as he turned around. His smile didn't falter once as he threw the last one right into the catcher's glove. 

Everyone besides Bruce's team was cheering. Even Bruce was clapping for Finney. The whistle blew, signalling the game was over and Finney and Bruce immediately ran to get changed. Vance said he was going to use the bathroom and then he'd be back and I just said ok before standing up from my seat. I walked down to the fence by the bottom of the bleachers I normally wait for him at. Right next to me was a group of boys from school. 

I was minding my own business just scrolling through my phone when someone said something that caught my attention. 

"You mean that kid Finney Blake? That kid's a homo. He deserves all the shit Matty gives him at school." one of the guys said. 

I immediately turned around. Who the fuck was this kid? I've seen him around school like three times and he's over here acting like the shit. 

"What the fuck did you just say?" I screamed getting in his face. The kid looked me in the eyes and then he smirked. 

"Who are you? His boyfriend?" the kid spat back at me, earning laughs from his friends. 

I punched him in the side of his face making him grab his face. That left his other side open, so I took the opportunity to punch him in his side. I kept going, letting out all of my pent up anger on him. I got into this zone where I couldn't see or hear anything. In that moment I only knew the feeling of my fist hitting his face.  

I only stopped when I got dragged off of him by Vance, who I hadn't even noticed came back from the bathroom. That made me realize that Bruce and Finney were there too. 

"Seriously? I left for five minutes." Bruce said like a stressed mother. 

"He fucking deserved it." I spat at the guy on the ground. That made me realize I didn't even know his name. 

"Well let's go then." I said angrily walking away. I heard someone running behind me, trying to catch up. When I felt that familler hand grab mine, all of the built up anger washed away. 

"Hey Robin, what was that about? You could have gotten hurt!" Finney said concerned. 

"It was nothing Finn, you played really well." I tried to change the subject. 

"You think so?" he asked blushing. 

"Yeah, I do." I responded smiling. It was then I realized he was still holding my hand, and that made my face turn redder than his. 

"Are your hands okay? You got him pretty good." Finney cringed at the thought of the bloody boy he saw just a few minutes earlier. 

"Eh. They hurt a little I guess." I said shrugging. Finney stopped walking and stepped in front of me. He grabbed my hands and looked at them before gasping. 

"They're bleeding! I have a first aid kit in my room. I could help you with them? Only if you want to though!" Finney stuttered out. 

"Yeah, that would be nice." I smiled at him. 

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