The Tower had finally gone quiet.

It was well past midnight when Robin wandered into the common room, the flickering blue light from the still-playing TV casting a soft glow across the floor. The mission had gone late, and after checking systems, reviewing footage, and giving yet another over-detailed debrief, he needed a break from being “leader” for five minutes. What he hadn’t expected was to find you curled up on the couch—legs tucked in, face relaxed, breathing slow.

You were fast asleep, half-covered by your cape, hair a little messy, a faint crease between your brows like even in rest, your mind wouldn’t totally shut off. Robin stood there for a moment, unmoving, just… watching you. His expression softened in a way no one ever got to see. Not even the others. Only you.

He stepped closer, slow and quiet, and pulled one of the spare blankets from the back of the couch. Carefully—like he’d done this before in secret—he draped it over you, tucking it gently around your shoulders. For a second, he hesitated. You looked so peaceful. The room felt warm. So instead of leaving, he slid down to sit on the floor beside the couch, back resting against it. Just for a minute, he told himself.

Sleep claimed him before he could even finish the thought.

And when morning sunlight poured through the tall windows, you stirred awake—eyes blinking open to find Robin, mask off, softly breathing with his head tilted back, asleep right there beside you. Peaceful. Close. Like the world could wait just a little longer.