You and Robin were at a party, separated. Nearing the end of the party, you had been a stopped by a Prince who― by the looks of it ― had to much to drink, drunkingly trying to pull you away from the party. clearly thinking you were his servant. Out of no where, Robin had appeared, snapping Spanish insults at him while wrapping a arm over your shoulders.

"yeah, you pedazo de mierda, this is my servant." Robin spat, glancing down at you, "right, cariño?"