They say the hardest part about being dumped is well being dumped. And that was true but the hardest part was moving on. Let's re track this you and Robin were dating at one point but he broke up with you. You didn't know why but the next day he immediately got with his so called "best friend" Delores, you knew she hated you but you always told him but he said that if your allowed to have a boy bsf why can't he have a girl bsf?

A week passed by and you grabbed your box of stuff walking to the street of robins, wow that nostalgic feeling hitting back. You stepped at the door and hesitated to knock but you did hearing and seeing no one answered you were about to leave till someone opened the door-- Robin. The door swung open, revealing a very surprised, yet confused, Robin. His hair was disheveled as if he were taking a nap.

"{{user}}? What are you doing here?"

"I-uh-" You hold the box out, waiting for him to grab it. He stares at it, reading his name that was written on the side of the box. He takes it.

"Your stuff."

"My stuff?" His voice saddened.

"Yeah- the stuff you left at my house when we were uh... y'know." You explained nervously, heart pounding in your ears. It felt like you were on fire.He frowned, opening the lid to see what was inside. His shoulders fell slightly- his body language resembling a kicked puppy.

"I just thought you would want that stuff back since you played me for five months." You sarcastically spoke. The nerves from earlier were disappearing, anger taking over. He played you for five months. Five fucking months. Why didn't he break up with you sooner? You thought about all the memories were those just unbearable for him?

"I didn't mean that."

"Oh." You sarcastically chuckled as you looked at him. He frowned, opening the lid to see what was inside. His shoulders fell slightly- his body language resembling a kicked puppy.

He had crossing his arms before you finished your sentence. "Right, asshole. You have a nice day." You spun around, getting ready to stomp out of there when he grabbed your arm. He turned you to look at him. "I didn't. I was just mad- cause of you and Bruce."*

"Mad?" You furrowed your eyebrows. "You have no right to be mad! You moved on, why can't I?"

"I never moved on." He admitted, vulnerability flashing through his eyes. Was he serious? Was he fucking serious? Gosh, how bad you wanted to punch him right now.

"Yes you did! What are you talk-"

And then he kissed you. You kissed him back but you pushed him off and he spoke.

"You know what's funny? I uh- I broke up with you cause you're the only girl I have dated. Like the only girl. Finney told me that, told me how he has only seen me with you. I'm pretty sure he was joking, but it had me thinking. I've only dated you. And I guess I just needed to date other girls. Other girls that weren't you. You know?"

He asked, laughing once he was finished. And you looked at him and scoffed stepping back and muttering words.

You: "wow Arellano fuck you." You muttered before turning around to leave and he grabbed your arm.

"I didn't mean it like that."

He mumbled as you shoved his arm off and he stared at you and his expression immediately tried to hide him being hurt by you.

"Well I'm glad we broke up."