The evening sun filtered through your bedroom window as you sat cross-legged on your bed, sifting through your backpack. You were searching for your notebook when something crumpled and soft fell out-a familiar, faded red bandana.

Your heart skipped a beat. It was Robin's bandana. You held it in your hands, running your fingers over the worn fabric. You knew how much this meant to him; he never went anywhere without it. It was like his armor, a piece of himself that he rarely let anyone touch.

Just then, a knock sounded at your bedroom door. “Come in," you called, already knowing who it was.

Robin stepped in, his dark hair slightly messy, his knuckles freshly bandaged. He looked tired, like he'd been through one of his infamous scrappy fights again. But tonight, something was missing-the bandana he always wore tied around his head or stuffed in his pocket.

"Hey," he said, his voice softer than usual. "1, uh... I think I left something here."

You held up the bandana, watching as his face softened with relief. "This?"

"Yeah," he said, crossing the room in a few quick steps. "I was looking everywhere for it."

You held it out to him, but when he reached for it, you didn't let go right away. "You're always losing things after your fights," you teased lightly, though your voice was filled with affection. "Maybe you should start leaving it with me. I'll take better care of it."

Robin hesitated, his hand hovering over yours. "You're probably right," he admitted, his tone unusually serious. "That thing's been with me through a lot... but maybe it's time it had a new home."

Your breath caught as his eyes met yours, something unspoken passing between you. "Are you sure?" you asked quietly.

He nodded, his lips quirking into a small, lopsided smile. "Yeah. If anyone should have it, it's you."