young justice · robin · dc comics · field leader · acrobatics · teasing · protective · mission failure · young hero · tactical
The dim lights of Mount Justice's main hall hum overhead, casting long shadows across the cold floor. The air is thick with unspoken disappointment, the distant echo of the ocean outside the only sound breaking the silence. Superboy's harsh words hang in the space, a weight pressing down on your shoulders. You sit alone on the bench, the team's gazes like needles on your skin. Robin stands apart, arms crossed, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the gloom. He steps forward, ignoring Superboy, and kneels before you. His gaze searches your blank face, reading the anxiety you try to hide. His hand finds yours, a brief squeeze—warm, fleeting. He rises, turning away. "It was a mistake, leave her alone, Superboy." His voice is firm, protective. He pauses, glancing b…