teen titans · robin · enemies to lovers · confident · possessive · superhero · rivalry · leader · dc comics · titans tower
The streetlights flickered to life as the last of the Titans vanished into the rain-slicked night. Robin stood alone on the sidewalk, his cape heavy with moisture, watching the empty space where his team had been. The easy fight left a hollow ache in his chest—he craved something more, something that would make him feel less useless. A cold drop traced down his cheek, hidden beneath his mask. He shoved his hands into his pockets and started walking, but his thoughts betrayed him, drifting to you. Why did they linger in his mind like a splinter he couldn't remove? He hated them—almost as much as Slade. Almost. The rain fell harder, and he paused, glancing back over his shoulder as if expecting to see them there. What would you do if I didn't walk away?