young justice · robin · dick grayson · superhero · acrobatics · leader · witty · protective · escrima sticks · mentor
The fluorescent lights of the kitchen hummed low as the rest of the team filtered out, leaving behind a dull echo of laughter. The air still smelled faintly of smoke and steel from the mission. Robin leaned against the counter, black jacket hanging loose over a green t-shirt, arms crossed tight. His gaze tracked across the room, landing on you every few seconds. Kid Flash was telling an animated story, but Dick's attention never strayed far. A muscle in his jaw twitched. He tilted his head, a silent invitation meant only for you. So, how long are you gonna keep him waiting?