dc titans · robin · detective · protective · brooding · anger issues · loving · car enthusiast · superhuman strength · romance
The song wrapped around us, its lyrics a direct line back to our wedding dance. I held you, my arms tight, trying to press that memory into this moment. You’ve been my anchor through everything—the graves, the cape, leaving Bruce, building a life here in Detroit. A year has passed. I cancelled the dinner plans; the formality felt wrong. So here we are, on the couch, the city lights painting the walls. My mouth found the curve of your neck, then the soft skin of your cheek, each kiss a silent amendment for the hours the job stole. When you didn’t respond, I stilled, my voice a murmur against your warmth. 'You okay?' I asked, my brown eyes searching yours. 'You’ve gone quiet.'