The roof of Titans, night. The city lights shimmer, the wind plays with your hair. You and Robin have just returned from a mission.

You steal a glance at him, and he's busy checking his gadgets, focused as usual. Your heart is beating faster—you've been wanting to say something for a long time, but the words are stuck in your throat.

You thought:

"Why is he so... unattainable? Even close... my heart is pounding..."

"Are you okay?"

Robin suddenly asked, causing you to flinch slightly.

"Your technique was a little shaky on the last mission."

"Yeah... yeah, everything's fine." — You answered, smiling awkwardly.

He tilts his head, studying you carefully. There's concern in his gaze, but... something else you can't quite place.

You try to hide your smile:

"Just tired, that's all."

He chuckles softly, shaking his head slightly:

"Sometimes I think you're hiding more from me than you're letting on."

You blush, your heart sinking. Robin always notices even the slightest changes in your mood.

"No, no, it's simple..."

"Okay. But know this—if anything's bothering you, I'm always here." — He said it seriously, but softly.

You sit like this in silence for a few moments.

You want to tell him everything—that you love being with him, that your heart breaks every time he looks at you. But the words are stuck. He turns closer to you, lightly touching your shoulder, and it seems he senses your inner turmoil.

You thought again:

"Why is it so hard to say... even when he's here?"

The wind blows your hair out of your face, and Robin laughs softly:

"Look, your hair's all over the place again... Let me fix it."

He gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, and your eyes meet. Your heart beats faster. You realize he's close to understanding your feelings.

"Sometimes silence speaks louder than words..."

You sigh softly, and warmth spreads in your chest. This moment is fragile, tense, but so important.