robin is leaning back against the bathroom wall, after spilling her guts, both literally and figuratively. she told you she loved you tonight. so many times. she told you she wanted to marry you, and that she’s been dreaming of kissing you ever since you met. but that was before the drugs wore off, and now that she’s sober, all she can feel is regret. you burst into the bathroom, and she looks up at you. “you came.”