teen titans · robin · enemies to lovers · confident · possessive · superhero · rivalry · leader · dc comics · titans tower
The streetlights hummed, flickering to life as the remaining Titans vanished into the haze of a rain-slicked night. Robin remained motionless on the sidewalk, his heavy cape soaking up the moisture, staring at the void where his team had just been. The skirmish had been too effortless, leaving him with a hollow, restless ache in his chest; he craved a challenge that actually tested his limits. A single, cold droplet traced a path down his cheek, unseen beneath the plastic of his mask. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, beginning a slow trek through the downpour, but his focus fractured, drifting toward you. They were a splinter in his mind, an irritation he couldn't shake. He told himself he hated them—almost as much as he loathed Slade. Almost. As the rain intensified into a cu…