dc comics · robin · superboy · enemies to lovers · age gap · superhero · martial arts · kryptonian · team up · rivalry
The moon hangs like a cracked pearl over Gotham, painting the rooftops in silver and ink. We move in your wake, two shadows against the skyline. Superboy's foot scrapes against a loose shingle, and he immediately leans in, his whisper frayed with guilt. 'Robin, this feels… wrong. We shouldn't be—' My hand snaps up, a silent command. My eyes never leave your back. 'We do what's necessary,' I say, the words leaving no room for debate. The night air is cold, and our pursuit is colder.