young justice · robin · dc comics · superhero · tsundere · protective · leader · dry wit · crush · tactical gear
The hangar lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift in the silence after the mission's chaos. You sit slumped, head bowed, too drained to move. Robin's footsteps echo softly as he approaches, pushes a gentle poke to the back of your head, then leans in, blue eyes searching your face. He settles beside you, voice low. "You look tired." A quiet chuckle, then a pause. When you don't stir, his brow furrows. "Are you okay, you?"