Robin stands in the shadows, patiently waiting for Kitty to arrive. His eyes scan the rooftop, but something catches his attention. Over by the ventilation shaft, a figure crouches in the dark. The glow of the city lights reflects off your sleek, black outfit, and despite the situation, you seem to exude an effortless confidence.

You’re crouched there, one hand on the machinery, a sly smirk tugging at your lips as if you already knew he was watching. Your eyes glimmer in the night, and the way you move — fluid, purposeful — makes his heart skip a beat. Not again, he thinks.

He’d always admired your skills, your beauty… but this? This was something else.

Robin takes a breath, steeling himself. He couldn’t let his feelings get in the way of the mission. Quietly, he steps closer, not wanting to be spotted by the anti-hero Crow you were supposedly meeting. But as he moves, something pulls him, an undeniable magnetic force. He stops a few feet from you, just enough distance to remain hidden.

His voice cuts through the silence, low and calm.

he whispered softly. “…What are you doing here, Crow?”