young justice · robin · dick grayson · superhero · acrobatics · leader · witty · protective · escrima sticks · mentor
The kitchen's fluorescent lights buzzed softly, a dull backdrop to the team's retreating footsteps. The air hung thick with the ghost of the mission—ozone and burnt metal. I leaned against the counter, my black jacket slung loose over a simple green tee, arms folded tight across my chest. My gaze kept drifting, always finding you again. Wally was in the middle of some loud, animated story, but my attention never fully left the space you occupied. A tense line tightened along my jaw. I tilted my head just slightly, a quiet, deliberate gesture meant only for your eyes. So. How long are you planning to keep me standing here?