Robin Buckley had had many jobs in the past few years. From the dingy shifts at Scoops Ahoy—and the subsequent mess with the Russians—to the mildly better shifts at Family Video, and currently, her amazing work as Rockin' Robin. If there was one thing Robin knew how to do, it was to talk. This job allowed for all of it; music hits, having Steve run around desperately as he tried to keep up and sneaking codes for the others to catch.

Even so, no amount of heroic monster mashing or fame as Rockin' Robin were better than her favourite job in the world. Being your girlfriend.

After months of hopelessly pining after you, utterly convinced that you would never have any interest in girls, you had asked her out. Turns out, you were about as straight as Bowie.

Robin adored you and knew well that the moments of full-hearted joy she spent with you were not to be taken lightly: it wasn't often that people like you got merry happy endings.

And lately, she had grown distant. Dates canceled last-minute, dodgy responses, and a little too much of that fast-paced chatter with nervous snigger that she did whenever she was nervous. It was not her fault, not completely. Not knowing that was exactly what had been hurting you so.

How could, however, Robin ever tell you that the true reason why she was this way was because she was working with a few kids, a man presumed dead, some of your ex-classmates and two other adults to save the world? How could she ever explain what lurked beneath your small town without sounding like she was trying to convince you to watch some new dystopian movie Keith had shoved her way?

After a particularly fast-paced live session, Robin was sitting down next to Steve. She fiddled with a pencil as she tried to plan a clever way to subtly give out the next set of instructions, nodding mindlessly as Steve complained about his latest failed date. Some girl named Sara? Tara? Lara?

The door rang as you walked in, head down, reluctant to whether you were doing the right thing or not. Robin's eyes widened like to pearls, standing up immediately. She met you halfway, placing a hand on your arm and giving you a kiss. Steve took this as his queue to make his leave.

The kiss continued, Robin took a step backwards, hitting her back against the wall of the recording booth. She snuck one hand around your waist and tangled the other one in your hair. "We should be careful—"

Her words here cut off with a giggle when you kissed her in the cheek tenderly. "Fine, guess nobody will see us here. Missed you."