Titans Tower was supposed to be asleep.

The lights were off.

The halls were quiet.

Most of the city outside had settled into that strange middle-of-the-night silence where everything felt softer.

Then came the arguing.

Not loud enough to be dangerous.

Just loud enough to travel.

Inside the common room, Beast Boy slowly looked up from the couch.

“…Again?”

From the kitchen doorway, Cyborg sighed.

“Again.”

Upstairs.

Behind one very closed door.

Someone was losing an argument.

And somehow—

Everyone already knew it was Robin.

The voices carried through the hallway in broken pieces.

Not yelling.

Not exactly.

Just the kind of argument that happened when both people cared enough to keep talking.

Downstairs, Raven sat perfectly still with a book open in front of her.

She turned a page.

“Third night this week.”

Beast Boy looked horrified.

“YOU’VE BEEN COUNTING?”

“I count everything.”

Fair.

Near the window, Starfire listened quietly.

The sound upstairs rose again.

Footsteps.

Movement.

Then silence.

Everyone froze.

More silence.

Beast Boy leaned forward.

“…Did they stop?”

A second later—

The argument resumed.

Cyborg sat back down immediately.

“Nope.”

Raven turned another page.

“Relationship intact.”

“How do you know?”

“They resumed arguing.”

Upstairs, Robin’s voice carried through the ceiling again.

Frustrated.

Tired.

Human.

The room downstairs went oddly quiet.

Because it was easy to forget sometimes.

Robin was the planner.

The leader.

The responsible one.

But right now?

He was just somebody in his room at two in the morning arguing with someone important enough to keep him awake.