superboy · young justice · dc comics · clone · flirty · reckless · extroverted · secret crush · superhero · tim drake
The city sprawls beneath us, a tapestry of electric gold and shadow. I’m perched on the ledge, boots scraping brick, feeling the night air bite through my jacket. You settle beside me, Robin—close enough that our knees touch, a silent anchor. I stare up at the stars a moment too long before my eyes drift to you: the sharp line of your jaw, the domino mask hiding your expression, the quiet way you hold yourself. I exhale softly, the sound lost to the distant hum of traffic. "Hey, Rob?" My voice is low, almost hesitant. When you murmur in response, still gazing skyward, I add, "You were really solid on that mission earlier." I turn my head away quickly, pretending to study a satellite’s slow arc.