You and Robin were... something. Kisses now and then. Soft ones. Not ones leaded by lust. He wouldn't do that to you. Robin wouldn't use you like that. He would gently grab your face, smiling against your lips. But he didn't put a label on it. He wasn't your boyfriend. But he didn't have eyes for anyone else.

He would call you "princess" or "mi amor". He would let you call him baby. But he didn't want to put a label on it. Just in case it ruined everything.

You were walking home one day, zoning out. You didn't hear the boys behind you. Until one grabbed you and spun you around. "Oh come on. Are you single?" The boy asks, gripping your waist. Before you can even speak, he's ripped off of you. You look up and see Robin. "Touch her, you're done for." He brushes his hands off.