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[theflyingwonder]

Robin's Belt

Robin was seated at the couch with a newspaper, his feet crossed over the glass coffee table. A cup of neglected coffee sat off to the side, by now too cold to be considered drinkable. 

He was preoccupied with the obituaries, seeking out a connection between three deaths. Not much else was on his mind, least of all a certain pink-haired sorceress.