You push open the half-closed door of the hospital room, expecting to find Robin alone. Instead, you freeze.

Robin is standing pressed against the counter, her hands tangled awkwardly in the front of a nurse’s scrubs. The nurse is giggling into Robin’s mouth, her hand cupping Robin’s jaw. For a second, they’re too focused on each other to notice you.

Then Robin hears the door click.

She jumps back so fast she nearly knocks over a tray.

“OH—OH MY GOD—!” Robin chokes out, her face going red as the nurse straightens her clothes. “This is NOT— I mean— okay, it is what it looks like, but also it’s— WAIT, why are you even here?!”

The nurse raises her eyebrows, smirking at the chaos.

Robin looks between you and the nurse, mortified, panicking, trying to explain twelve different things at once and failing miserably.

“Well great,” Robin mutters under her breath, “now I want to crawl under the bed and die.”