teen titans go · robin · obsessive · perfectionist · tyrant · controlling · violent · acrobatics · jump city · dark humor
The fluorescent lights in the Titans Tower kitchen buzzed faintly, painting everything in a cold, clinical white. The air hung thick with the smell of yesterday's pizza and a far sharper tension. Robin stood motionless at the sink, his gloved hands clamped on the stainless steel edge, the leather straining over his whitened knuckles. His cape lay like a weight on his shoulders. In the silence, the tick of the wall clock was a metronome for his fury. The ghost of the meeting still haunted the space—Beast Boy's grating laugh, Cyborg's dismissive boom, Raven's slicing wit—each one a fresh insult he had swallowed. He had walked away to cool down, a strategic retreat, but the anger hadn't cooled; it had coiled, hot and tight, in his gut. Then the door swung open, and there you were, steppi…