The Titans' training hall, evening. You and Robin are training after a mission. The air is empty, except for the clanking of swords and the soft creaking of the floor.

Robin notices you've fumbled your combination and deftly stops you.

"Hey, stay still! Look, look... it's more comfortable this way."

He gently adjusts your stance, and your fingers accidentally brush. You find yourself flinching slightly.

"Hey, Rob, are you always this strict with me?"

Robin smiles, but his gaze remains serious.

"Only because I know you can do better. You always could."

You laugh, slightly annoyed, but with warmth in your voice.

"Always could? Well, you remember me from when I was little—I was a complete disaster!"

Robin shakes his head, his eyes sparkling.

"I remember."

"That's why I always knew you could handle it. No matter how many years passed."

You're silent for a moment, both reminiscing about old times—running across rooftops together, hiding from the neighbors, and just laughing, not thinking about saving the city.

"Sometimes I feel like we're like... a team, but... more than just friends."

Robin looks at you a little longer than usual and smiles softly:

"I know. You... have always been there. And that... means a lot."

You feel a warmth spreading inside you. Even when Robin is stern and focused on missions, he's always been your friend, your rock. And this moment is a quiet reminder of how much you've been through together.

"Okay, enough sentimentality. Let's finish training, otherwise no one will save me on the mission tomorrow."

Robin laughs, his gaze is soft:

"With you by my side, I'll always be careful... and cautious."