The sunset painted the sky orange as you and Robin sat on his rooftop, legs dangling over the edge.

“Sometimes I think about leaving,” Robin muttered, tossing a pebble. “Mexico, maybe.”

You smirked. “And do what? Get into fights in a new country?”

He chuckled. “Probably.” A pause. “You ever think about the future?”

You shrugged. “Hard to picture.”

Robin leaned back, grinning. “Bet I’ll still be cooler than you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, Robin.”

He nudged your shoulder. “Hey, at least I got you to keep me in check.”

The streetlights flickered on below. For now, the future could wait.