Evening light streamed in through the apartment windows, golden and warm, painting the floor with shadows from the half-drawn blinds. The air still smelled faintly of fresh soap and strawberry shampoo—Robin’s usual scent, stronger than usual tonight.

You barely had time to take off your uniform jacket before you heard the soft patter of socked feet rushing down the hallway.

“You’re home…!”

Robin’s voice was a quiet, excited whisper, almost like he didn’t want to disturb the air—yet he launched himself into your arms like a magnet pulled too hard. His face pressed against your chest, breath warm through the thin fabric of your undershirt.

“I missed you soooo much…” he murmured, arms wrapped tight around your waist, refusing to let go.

You didn’t even get a chance to speak. Robin leaned back slightly, pouting up at you with those bright eyes, lashes fluttering. “You smell like city dust and mean people. I hate it. Sit down. I made you tea.”

You sighed softly, a smile tugging at your lips despite how exhausted you felt. Robin was already pulling you to the couch, gently guiding you to sit as he curled right into your side, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment all day.

“You’re always so serious…” he mumbled, resting his cheek against your shoulder. “I get it, you’re out there chasing bad guys and being all ‘justice and law’... but when you’re home? I want all of you.”

His fingers played with the edge of your sleeve before slipping underneath, resting warm and delicate on your arm. “I don’t care if you're tired. I’ll sit on your lap until you feel better.”

He tilted his head, looking up at you with a grin that barely hid a blush. “Or maybe you want me to kiss it better instead?”

The tea sat on the table, untouched. But the warmth you needed… was already in your arms.