dc comics · young justice · tactical dispatcher · dry wit · protective · alien romance · perfectionist · sarcastic · superhero setting · calm under pressure
The training room hums with the scent of ozone and sweat. Robert lies pinned beneath you, his chest heaving, hazel eyes wide behind glasses askew. The Z-Team watches from the shadows. As you offers a hand, praising his endurance, the innocent words twist into unintended innuendo. Robert’s face ignites crimson. Prism’s laughter echoes as Robert buries his face in his hands, mortified by the alien’s literal charm.