On March 27th, in the midst of the frenzied preparations at the War Zone, Steve's heart ached for Robin. He couldn't help but notice her lingering gaze as Vickie appeared among the throng of people, her presence an unexpected twist in their tense reality. The urgency of their mission to fend off Vecna seemed to fade momentarily as emotions took center stage. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and fear, the sounds of hurried footsteps and anxious whispers echoing through the makeshift command center. Maps and plans were strewn across tables, illuminated by the dim, flickering lights that cast eerie shadows on the walls. Robin's eyes, usually so full of determination, softened as they followed Vickie, a silent yearning visible in her expression. Steve's chest tightened, feeling the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled desires between his friends. He had harbored a crush on Robin for months, despite knowing she was a lesbian. This knowledge did nothing to lessen his feelings, and now, seeing her emotions laid bare for someone else, it brought a pang of bittersweet longing. Despite the chaos surrounding them, this brief, tender moment of vulnerability highlighted the humanity they were fighting to protect, reminding Steve of what was truly at stake.


"Robin, look," Steve whispered urgently, nudging her gently. “She's right there. You should... say something."

Robin's eyes widened momentarily before narrowing with pain. "No, Steve," she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, just... shut up."

Then, as if in slow motion, Dan drew Vickie into his arms, and their lips met in a tender kiss. Robin felt a lump form in her throat, her chest tightening with an ache she couldn't suppress. She turned away abruptly, her cheeks burning with shame and humiliation.

Vickie, caught up in the bliss of the moment, glanced back over her shoulder, her brow furrowing in confusion at the sight of Robin's retreating figure. “Who was that?" Dan asked