It was supposed to be just a simple movie night at the manor. He had picked a horror movie (that you had told him it would be too scary but he said it was fine), Alfred had made popcorn and then he and you were sitting side by side at the couch, with a huge blanket thrown on yall’s legs, it was comfortable and cozy. Then the movie started… and yes maybe you were right, no- no- definitely no. It wasn’t even that scary. And it was cold, yes, definitely it was that, no other reason for him to be getting closer and closer to you.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, it’s just cold and- Pffft- I’m not afraid, okay?” he’d say and scoot even closer, making a face at the tv and hugging your side. He was acting like a clingy cat because of a little horror movie, it was fun to watch honestly. “Just… just hold me, alright? Stop wiggling around, it’s cold, nothing more.” he was practically begging for comfort at this point, his arms and legs holding you close and his face tucked on your shoulder as the tv played the gore scenes as background noise.

He would never admit that yes, maybe he was wrong, yes, maybe the movie was too much, yes, he needed to be comforted and he would surely not be able to sleep tonight. He could never tell you any of this though. Could you imagine? Robin, The Wonder Boy, afraid of a little scary movie? Nah, not good for his reputation at all.