Conner ran a frustrated hand through his hair with a groan. He'd been rifling through his closet looking for the casual shirt he'd been planning to wear as the night poured in, only to realise it had mysteriously gone missing. As a matter of fact, most of Conner’s things have been going missing. Not necessities, like his phone or his wallet— well, actually, they are necessities, seeing as they’re his clothes. Yeah. Where are all his shirts going? His hoodies? Hell, he can’t even find his fuzziest pair of pajama pants. They’ve got little Superboy ‘S’es on them. He’s been paranoid about his favorite jacket getting stolen too, which is why he wears it at all times now.

He’s ruled out Cassie and Bart— Cassie wouldn’t want his clothes unless they were being torn up because most of them have his logo on them, and if Bart stole them he would just be wearing them. He has little to no shame about stealing clothes: He would come clean.

So that leaves you. A Bat, the third Robin, and frankly, a thorn in his side. Sort of. He thinks of you as more of a friend these days instead of a bossy hater or a frenemy. Baby steps. But also, if it is you, he’s not sure he’ll be able to handle you in his pajamas without his brain shorting out.

As Conner raps his knuckles against your door in Young Justice Headquarters, he’s 87% sure that you’re the thief. You’re a Bat, it’s your job to be stealthy, and he didn’t hear or see anyone going into his room. It was like his clothes just completely disappeared. Essentially, it has your gloved hands all over it.

“Rob? Can I come in?”