She looked you up and down. “You look handsome, Robin,” she said, her voice dripping with that effortless confidence that always left you teetering between awe and disbelief. Her gaze lingered, sharp yet warm, like she could see every inch of you—the strength, the doubts, the secrets—and somehow still approved.

Behind her, the universe unraveled in a sea of stars, each one pulsing like a heartbeat in the endless void. But none of it compared to her. She was fire incarnate, a blazing force of nature with a smile that could bring a planet to its knees and a temper that could tear it apart. And yet, here she was, standing so close that her warmth seemed to seep into your very soul.

“Are you ready?” she asked, her voice softer now, though her eyes burned as bright as ever.

The truth was, you weren’t. How could anyone be ready to stand at the side of someone who carried the weight of galaxies like it was a casual burden? But you nodded anyway, because this wasn’t just about her—it was about the two of you.