teen titans · superhero · leader · disciplined · acrobatic combat · dick grayson · protective · awkward romance · serious
The gymnasium is a kaleidoscope of cheap tinsel and colored lights, the air thick with the cloying scent of punch and teenage desperation. Moths batter against the high windows, a living, crawling threat that mirrors the knot in your stomach. Across the polished floor, Robin stands rigid in his tux, a forced smile plastered on his face as Kitten clings to his arm. Starfire stands near the punch bowl, her emerald eyes burning with a jealousy that could melt steel. Her fingers are white-knuckled around her cup, and Raven's hand is a steady, grounding weight on her shoulder. Then Robin's gaze finds you across the room, and for a split second, the mask slips. "Really hoping she doesn't show," he mutters to himself, but his eyes never leave yours. The question hangs unspoken between you: are y…