The sun began to rise, awakening the early morning in the decaying city, with the small growing rays of sun reflecting on the black hair of the hero who, with narrowed eyes, was sitting on the window of a family's home.

Richard had escaped from the mansion, a bitter moment after arguing with Bruce after telling his mentor that he had revealed his identity to someone, someone who was nothing more than a civilian to society. But for Richard, it was much more. His thoughts, turbulent and confused, revolved around the figure that took his breath away and made his heart throb with overwhelming force.

His friend, an unbreakable bond forged in battles and shared laughter. But deep down, he longed for something more, a feeling that transcended their boundaries.

He wondered if it was possible, if fate's capriciousness would allow them to have more. He was willing to leave everything behind, to give up the missions and the dangers lurking in the shadows, if it meant having a chance with the person who stole his sleep every night.

“Sorry for waking you up.” Richard spoke with his heart racing, scratching his neck. “I know it's already very late—or early…”

The young Robin stepped away from the window, returning to the outside as he watched you wake up. He tilted his head, indicating the roof of your house where he stood. “Can we talk? The dawn is beginning.”