- together in a second? He couldn’t think of anyone else who would do that.

“Thank you,” he said softly, nodding his head in agreement as he hopped in his car and drove off.

- leaned against it.

Sighing, he looked up at the night sky and took several deep breaths to try and steady himself.

He trusted Robin with every fiber of his being, this moment making him realize just how much he depended on her. And her response to him, coming and helping get shit -

- He’s used it many times since it was abandoned but he’d have to find a new place now for his more shady activities.

Gathering the things that were his and he could wash later, he tucked them into his duffel bag and headed out of the room. He tossed them into the back of his car and -

- no place for them now where he was in adulthood. His career would be at risk if any if any of this came out.

“Alright….” He pulled back from her, still shaky but moving quickly. Thankfully this building was one that he had used and not rented. His name shouldn’t be on anything inside of it. -

Staring down into her familiar eyes was grounding, her soft hands bringing him down to a more even breathing as he tried to gather himself. Fuck this was bad. He prided himself on staying in control and never making any mistakes. He had made far too many of those when he was younger.

There was -

- happening and attacked me. It’s not like…fuck…it’s not like I wanted to do this!”

He pulled at his hair and growled, kicking the chair nearby and sending it flying across the room. “Fuck!”

- Robin.” Cerulean hues shot over to her with panic in his eyes, hating the way the cold chill wouldn’t leave his spine. He was always so controlled and together, never making big mistakes.

This was a fucking catastrophe.

“Her fucking boyfriend came in demanding to know what was -

Slamming the door behind her and locking it, his breath came in heaving sounds, still frantic from everything that had happened. He began to pace, running tattoo’d fingers through his hair as he tried to focus.

“Routine liposuction. Breast implants. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, -

- up.

Sucking up his pride, he called her personal number this time, hoping she would pick up if she didn’t think it was a work call.

- had time to go check on her in person. Even still, she was the only person he could trust with this sort of situation.

She was smart, dependable, trustworthy. After disposing of many bodies together over the years he knew she would be able to help not only take care of it but cover it -

- his head, he pulled the burner phone from his duffel bag but paused. His first instinct was to call Robin but they hadn’t talked in weeks. She hadn’t returned any of his phone calls or text messages since she came to his home drunk that night. It was out of character for her, but he hadn’t -

- a routine breast enhancement and liposuction done under the table by the Surgeon of Death. It wasn’t even his riskiest surgery and by far something he had real training on. It was one that should have gone off without any issues.

Until her damn boyfriend walked in.

“Shit. Fuck.”

Shaking -

- beads along his spine as he walked over to bag, pulling out extra towels to wipe the blood from his boots and hands. It wasn’t supposed to go this way, none of his body modification surgeries had ever gone so wrong before.

Law had been planning for this procedure with the lady for months now, -

- in waves, his chest heaved as he tried to catch it, the back of his hand coming up to wipe the blood from his face as he cursed under his breath. The knife fell from his hand, azure hues moving to take in both unmoving bodies before him.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

Panic threatened to rise in cold -

- was supposed to happen. It certainly never happened to him of all people.

He was on top of his art, always prepared for emergencies and ready to fix any mishaps. Lists with checked boxes littered his documentation, thorough and ready for anything that could go wrong…

Until now.

Breath coming -

There was blood everywhere.

All over the walls of the small warehouse, the floor, the ceiling, splayed out in painted patterned shapes from sprays unexpected. It covered his equipment, his clothing, his body, in sticky waves of disgust that had Law’s pulse racing in his chest.

None of this -