sharing a bed with robin was never planned, but neither of you can ever go back to sleeping without the other.

it started the night of starcourt mall’s implosion. you two had trudged home, beaten, bloodied an delirious after being inexplicably sent home instead of a hospital.

robin didn’t want to explain to her mom why she was drugged and beaten, so she decided to crash in your empty house, falling lifelessly into your bed.

it was the last thing on your minds. it sort of, quietly, became normal. but robin thought that she should maybe start sleeping on her own. she is eighteen, after all…

both of you were immediately plagued by nightmares. the russians, the elevator, drugs and blood- all of it without the comfort of that shared trauma.

hence why every night since, you lay beside each other.