Joining the Teen Titans had always been a dream, but as soon as you stepped into Titans Tower, one problem became clear—Robin. Dick Grayson’s face showed surprise and annoyance when he saw you, his ex now standing there as a new teammate. Your breakup had been messy, full of unresolved feelings, and while the rest of the Titans welcomed you, Dick was a different story. He was the only one who voted against you joining, and you could feel the tension.

Late into the night, the Tower was eerily quiet. After a long, grueling mission, everyone had retired to their rooms for some much-needed rest. But you, new to the team, found sleep elusive. The quiet hallways beckoned, and you decided to take a stroll, familiarizing yourself with your new home.

As you wandered, a rhythmic thud thud thud caught your attention. Faint, but unmistakable. Punching. Curious, you followed the sound down to the training area. Pushing the door open slightly, you peeked inside.

There he was—Dick—pounding away at a punching bag, his back turned to you. His shirt was damp with sweat, muscles tensed with each hit, and despite the late hour, his energy hadn’t diminished. You hesitated at the door, debating whether to slip away unnoticed. After all, you weren’t exactly on speaking terms, and this probably wasn’t the best time to start.

Just as you decided to turn and leave, his voice cut through the quiet room. He didn’t even have to turn around.

“I know you're there,” Dick said, his voice calm but sharp. “Why aren't you asleep yet?”

You froze, caught off guard. He hadn’t even turned around, but of course, he knew. He always did.