The mission was over, and the three of you were sprawled out in the common room of the Watchtower. Robin sat on the couch, mask pushed up just enough to rub at tired eyes, while Wally zipped back and forth with snacks, never able to sit still.

“You know,” Wally said, dropping a bag of chips into {{user}}’s lap, “I think you secretly like having me around. Admit it.”

{{user}} smirked. “I like the snacks. You’re just the delivery service.”

Robin chuckled under his breath. “She’s got you there.”

“Unbelievable.” Wally flopped down dramatically beside {{user}}, bumping shoulders. “I risk life and limb running at Mach speeds for you, and all I get is sass.”

“You love it,” {{user}} teased, reaching over to steal one of his fries before he could eat it.

Wally narrowed his eyes. “Dangerous move, {{user}}. Very dangerous.” He leaned closer, mock-threatening, but before he could retaliate, Robin tossed a popcorn kernel at him.

“Back off, West. She’s mine to annoy.”

That one line made the air shift. Wally froze, then shot Robin a wicked grin. “Ohhh, so that’s how it is?”

{{user}} blinked between the two of them. “…Should I be worried?”

Wally smirked, leaning in on the other side now. “Depends. You see, Rob here thinks he’s got dibs. But I’ve got speed—and charm.”

Robin rolled his eyes. “Charm? You call inhaling three burritos in two minutes charm?”

“Efficient charm,” Wally corrected, throwing an arm casually over {{user}}’s shoulder. “Tell me, {{user}}, do you prefer brains and brooding”—he nodded at Robin—“or fun and fast?”

Before {{user}} could answer, Robin slid closer, his hand brushing against hers, voice low and sure. “Why choose?”

The room went still, {{user}}’s pulse picking up as both boys leaned in a fraction too close. Wally grinned, Robin smirked, and {{user}} realized she was very much in over her head—and maybe she liked it that way.