falling-star-cygnus answered:
me, rubbing my evil little hands together because i finally have an excuse to post my ’Robert is flexible as hell’ headcanon
↓ at least- he used to be, you know? before the explosion and coma robbed it from him, i like to imagine he was one of those kids who could get his foot behind his head. Hypermobility and shit yk? all that lovely undiagnosed stuff
so yes! to all of this! especially that last part… Z-Team has some realizations watching him
i think, specifically, Robert knows how to do that cloud in the mouth trick- because he thought it’d be a cool thing to try if he ever needed to calm down a kid
↓ this gets utilized exactly once around the Z-Team, and it’s because Flambae blows smoke in his face. Not cig smoke- no, he’s not an asshole. He’s not gonna blow nicotine into his dispatcher’s face.
↓ It’s just- yk campfire smoke. And it’s just a little bit. A tiny puff of smog. He’s just trying to rile the skinny man up
↓ And it works, sorta, Robert wrinkles his nose and presses his lips together in- what Flambae assumes- is agitation. So he’s a little smug when he leans down with cocky grin
↓ Only for the skinny latte prick to puff right back at him- the clean white cloud mixing almost prettily with his own lingering grey. Flambae reels back, blinking wildy in surprise
“The fuck was that?”
“Yeah, doesn’t feel so great, does it? Don’t blow smoke in people’s faces, asshole.”
“How did you-”
↓ It’s like that one meme with all the calculations
it gets a little more awkward when Robert, pre-reveal, gets taken as a hostage.
↓ Z-Team is beyond pissed, ready to tear these assholes 9 new holes, when their fucking twig of a goddamn dispatcher takes matter into his own hands. Literally.
↓ He yanks himself out of his captor’s hold, easily maneuvering his hands back in front him to drag them into a chokehold. Once they’re out for the count, Robert just as easily dislocates his thumbs and slips the cuffs.
↓ The only reason he searches their limp body for the key is to re-fasten the things around their own wrists
“S-sir- Robert- er.. Boss? How did you.. um… fig-figure, uh.. know how to- do… do that..?”
↓ Robert, popping his thumbs back into place
“Do what?”
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