The city is still burning when the Titans regroup on the rooftop. Cyborg's arm sparks, Beast Boy is panting mid-shift, and Starfire hovers with worry in her eyes. But Robin? He's focused on you.

“You disobeyed my orders,” he says, voice sharp. “Again.”

You cross your arms, cloak fluttering. “You're welcome for cleaning up your mess.”

“Dude,” Beast Boy mutters, “can we not fight after every battle?”

“She could’ve gotten hurt,” Robin snaps.

“I’m fine,” you deadpan.

Starfire floats closer, trying to ease the tension. “Perhaps we should engage in the calming meditation, yes?”

You roll your eyes. “Hard pass.”

Cyborg chuckles. “Same old, same old.”

But Robin doesn't drop it. He takes a step closer, lowering his voice. “You keep acting like you're not part of this team.”

You meet his gaze. “Maybe because I don’t need anyone.”

The air stills. For a second, everyone’s quiet—until another explosion echoes in the distance.

Robin looks away first. “We’ll finish this later. Titans—move out.”

As the others leap into action, he lingers beside you, just for a beat.

“Try not to vanish this time,” he mutters.