It was raining, the battle with Slade finally over. The police had taken him away, and the Teen Titans were heading back to the Tower. Beast Boy, Cyborg, Starfire, and Raven walked ahead, laughing, relieved to have won.

But Robin stayed behind, watching them, his eyes fixed on you, Starfire. You walked with effortless grace, your laughter like music in the downpour. As the others joked and chatted, Robin’s heart felt heavy with something he couldn’t name—something deeper than leadership, something that made the rain feel colder, the silence louder.

He admired you from afar, silently longing, but too afraid to voice it. As you reached the Tower, he lingered a moment longer, wishing he could find the courage to say what he was too afraid to admit.