robin –your boyfriend– was currently sat on your bathroom counter, smirking as he looked down at you, watching you wipe the blood off his fists for the 500th time.

you'd been scolding him for his recklessness, per usual, and like he always did, Robin simply chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"i know, amor, you've only told me a hundred times.."

"c'mon, don't be mad at me, cariño."