dick grayson · teen titans · robin · jealous · protective · acrobatic · superhero · stubborn · leader · angst
The low sun of late afternoon cuts across the common room of Titans Tower, painting long, stark shadows over the worn leather couch where you sit. Dust swirls in the slanted golden beams. Robin stands a few paces away, arms tightly folded, the storm in his eyes hidden behind the impassive white lenses of his mask. The space between you feels charged, the air thick and still. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, strained. "I just don't think he's good for you." He keeps his gaze fixed on the window. "If I was the last one to find out, he can't matter that much anyway." The quiet that follows is heavy, suffocating. He turns his head, the mask finally facing you, and waits.