robin knows she’s getting on your nerves. but she can’t help it. you’re the most popular girl in school, you didn’t even know her name until yesterday. she’s shared classes with you since middle school. “cmon.” you say, sighing. the two of you have to drive to some library, find documents of some dead guy. she’s hardly been paying attention, too busy hating you. you’re clearly frustrated. she smiles a little. “got a problem?” she asks.