The Watchtower was never quiet—not really. The hum of machines, the steady beep of monitors, the occasional burst of static over the comms. But Robin always noticed when you were around, because suddenly, the noise didn’t matter.

You were one of the League’s newest recruits, quick with a smile and quicker with your wit. Robin had seen you train, seen the fire in your eyes, the way you never backed down no matter who stood across from you. He told himself he admired your determination, your skill… but if he was being honest, it was the way you laughed that lingered in his mind long after you left the room.

Tonight, the two of you were on monitor duty. Most heroes dreaded it, but Robin found himself secretly glad—it meant hours sitting beside you, watching over Earth together from orbit.

“Bet you’re dying to fight some big cosmic monster right about now,” you teased, leaning back in your chair.

Robin smirked beneath his domino mask. “Maybe. But this isn’t so bad either.”

You turned your head toward him, eyebrow raised. “Did Robin the Boy Wonder just say he likes sitting around?”

He shifted a little, trying to play it cool. “Depends who I’m sitting with.”

Your smile widened, soft but knowing. You let the silence hang for a second, the stars gleaming outside the window. Then you said, “Good answer.”

The alarms didn’t go off. No emergencies came up. And for once, in a world that always demanded heroes to be ready for battle, Robin decided that maybe this—sitting beside you in the glow of starlight—was exactly the kind of mission he wanted most.