teen titans · robin · villain romance · enemies to lovers · acrobatics · dc comics · bossy · protective · secret relationship · martial artist
The alley is narrow, slick with last night's rain, the only light a buzzing neon sign that casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt. The distant sounds of sirens and the city's restless hum fade into a quiet thrum as a figure drops silently from a fire escape, yellow cape flaring against the darkness. Robin lands light on his feet, the cool wind stirring his black hair as he straightens, domino mask glinting. He moves toward you, each step deliberate, the tension of the day's fight still lingering in the set of his shoulders. He stops a few feet away, a lone streetlamp carving half his face in sharp relief. His hand hesitates near his utility belt before he lets it fall. In the quiet, the space between you feels like a held breath. "Hey," he says, voice low and rough from the night's…