#he Is a gang boss afterall. Gotta keep up his reputation. The problem is would Jojo allow it

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From whichever Phantom Blood character and 'verse you'd like: "you're alive, i'm alive, everyone's happy." (I just watched this movie again last week so I couldn't resist :') )

This turned into a drabble that could have gone a number of ways. Violence and death threats below the cut. Welcome to Ogre Street. ;)

“You could have been killed!”

“Yeah, so could you. Just because you’ve got Hamon, that doesn’t make you invincible,” Robert pointed out as he mopped his face with a handkerchief.

“That doesn’t mean you can recklessly throw your life away to protect me!” Jonathan exclaimed.

“You’re alive, I’m alive, everyone’s happy.”

“No I am most certainly not! Stop walking away from me, Speedwagon! I’m not done being stern with you yet!”

“Did you say something, Jojo? I wasn’t listening.” He grinned cheekily as he stepped on top of his fallen foe, earning a pained grunt.

“Clearly. What…are you doing now?” Jonathan narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.

“Do yourself a favor, and look away, Mr. Joestar.” Robert replied with unusual coldness. “These sods tried to kill us on my own turf.” He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “I need to make an example out of them to warn off further attempts on my life and my friends.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Nothing you can’t heal them from later.” He bounced on his heels to knock the air out of his human “doormat” again, making his downed foe groan.

“I can’t allow you to torture them, Speedwagon.” Jonathan minced closer.

“Now now. I wouldn’t call it that.” Robert stepped on the other thug. “More like a good chastising from their pa.”

“Please, Speedwagon.” Jonathan raised his hands placatingly. “You’ve made your point. You’ve knocked them down and disarmed them. Rather impressively I might add. You don’t need to do anything else.”

“But we haven’t even had a good dust up yet! Oi. Fine. But I’m warning you three…” He leaned closer and lowered his voice to a whisper. “If you mean to have another go at this, my mates will drag you off somewhere where only the rats will hear ya as they gnaw on your bones.” Leaving that cheerful imagery in their minds, he rejoined Jonathan. “So. Care for a drop to toss back or a cuppa?”

“A what?” Jonathan stared at the fallen men worriedly.

“Booze, tea, or coffee? Eh, don’t worry about them. Besides. The last thing they need is to see a man glowing. Even though nobody will believe them, rumor will spread. Don’t need any bobbies looking into it.”

“I…suppose you’re right.” Jonathan moved to Robert’s side, but just as he turned a corner, he saw one of the men Robert attacked raise a gun. “Speedwagon!” He pushed his friend out of the way.

A strange cry sounded. A figure leapt out of the shadows and delivered a debilitating kick to the gunner’s arm. Something crunched. He screamed.

“Sorry we’re late, Boss.” Another figure with a hat and large shoulder necklace joined Robert and Jonathan.

“Aww. You didn’t leave anyone for us to beat up.” A third voice came around the corner.

Robert chuckled. “You’re right on time, actually. I was just telling these rotters what you’d do to them if they dared show their faces on our turf again.”

“Aight. So do we beat them black and blue or gut them first?” Cronin cracked his knuckles, his teeth and eyes flashing bright in the shadows.

“Tattoo…” Jonathan frowned at him.

The man Amato kempo kicked was still screaming and writhing.

“Come on, Boys. Let’s go.” Robert wrapped an arm around the hat wearing man’s shoulders and gestured for Amato and Cronin to follow. “You can help us decide where to get a drink.”

Jonathan glanced back one more time at the downed thugs before he gave in and accompanied his friends. Life was always interesting on Ogre Street.