AN: Just a fun fanfic about the chaos that would ensue if the two Robins met. First fanfic on this site, so I beg of you, be gentle. Also, I warn you, there are SPOILERS FOR FIRE EMBLEM: AWAKENING in here.

Robin glanced up stealthily from his tome. He caught just a glimpse of her, that was all he needed. His eyes flitted back to his book. He coughed discreetly. Rubbed his nose as if it was an absent habit instead of a nervous one. He scanned the pages, though he hadn't been focusing on them. He was waiting for an opportunity, a time when it'd be inconspicuous to- Robin saw her turn her head out of the corner of his eye, obviously fixated on something in the distance. This was his chance! His gaze whipped from his tome, and lingered just long enough for him to get a clear view of the woman seated at the table. Her back was to him, that was true, but he could see the long pale locks that swam down her back and spilled over the collar of her cloak. He could see the folds of said cloak, thick and dim, and the mark of Grima running down its sides. Her head was turned, and he caught her profile, dark eyes and a curious gaze. Just like him. It was all just like him. Robin meant to turn back to his tome, he really did, but he wasn't fast enough, and the lady turned around in a rush, smirking triumphantly as she caught his eyes on her.

"Gotcha!" She exclaimed, her face flushing in pride. Robin felt his own cheeks pinken, and he chuckled embarrassedly. Dang it, how'd she catch him?

"Eheh-" Robin chuckled embarrassedly again, though this one was far more strained, and he barely managed to choke it out under her gaze. At this, the young woman sighed, pressing her fingers to her forehead as if she had a headache. "Look, Robin," His name felt odd on her lips, unnatural, and Robin winced when she said it. She continued still. "I know this is…...weird." She bit her lip, and offered a few spare glances around herself. "But we can't keep avoiding each other for the rest of eternity." And Robin knew full well she was right. It was irrational to think he could pull off such a feat, but, then again, he'd been no stranger to incredible feats before. Still, even the fabled tactician himself couldn't avoid a single girl forever, and that was due to one simple fact. They were the same person.

"I-I'm very sorry, milady." Robin stuttered, bowing his head to avoid her gaze. The other huffed.

"C'mon. We-" She searched for the right words to define this. She could hardly find them. "We're, uh, we're no different than anyone else here. W-we should try to be friends." Did she really think that? He faced the girl, finally, and saw her smile was just as strained as his laughs. It wasn't her fault, he decided, that she was him. It wasn't her fault they'd even met. They'd both been invited to this, fighting tournament of sorts, of mystery and wonderment and more worlds than they could count with their hands, and both knew it'd be odd, but neither anticipated each other. Yet, here was a girl who embodied his good and his bad, a girl who was, is, and always will be him.

They were the same person, he'd been told. "Both of you," Master Hand'd began, shifting about awkwardly. "Occupy the same…...role, I suppose, in your respective worlds. Your alignment, cosmically, is identical." The Hand said with a lofty gesture. Robin'd felt his throat tighten that day. The girl'd been standing beside him, and she audibly gasped. "You mean we're-" She'd began, but the Hand cut her off. "You inhabit universes parallel to each other. Both are virtually identical, save for one little thing. You. Or, you two. Robin plays the defining role in his own universe. And," The Hand'd gestured to the girl. "Robin plays the defining role in her own universe. You two are one and the same." And that was how he'd found out. He'd been shocked, of course he'd been shocked, that was a given, it should be, shouldn't it? It seemed impossible, the existence of another him, without his consent or his notice, no less! Robin felt himself shiver. Another him, oh, that was rich. He'd vaguely wondered how she felt about all of this, but, found himself pushing the thought out of his brain as quickly as it'd entered. W-who cared what she thought? He was his own man. His thoughts were his own, not to be influenced, or…..thought(?) by anyone else. He was himself and that was all there was to it. He could feel himself unraveling, getting more unnerved by the minute, and with an awkward excuse that he can't remember now he'd bolted for the door.

From then on, the man had been steadily avoiding his alternate self as much as humanly possible. He'd rush for the bathroom whenever she got remotely close to him, despite 88% of the time not even having to use it. When he'd be matched up against her during the tournament, he'd made a conscious effort to jump off the side of the stage in increasingly stylish manners. He'd rather do this than face down…...himself in the battlefield. And, now, here she was, calling him out on his fear, and staring at him earnestly. It was here he realized, that he'd been cowardly. For, Robin'd almost laughed, when he realized how silly it seemed. Breaking his back to avoid ONE girl? She was a human being after all. Just like him. And, as odd as it'd been, their simultaneous existence, he didn't have any right to treat her like less than one.

"You're right." Robin told her, bowing his head in shame. Though he would digress, they were nothing like anything else at the mansion. Still, if she would have him, he'd give…...himself a chance. Gods, this was confusing. Robin grinded his teeth. His other self sighed in relief.

"Excellent." She mused, her hands settling down on her knees. Robin offered another awkward laugh. The woman, the other Robin returned the gesture. The silence between them quickly became strained. The male, at first wondering when she'd speak again, then worrying she'd expected him to, then wondering what he could say to an alternate version of himself. He wondered if her thoughts were identical to his, and this, once again creeped him out. He was his own person, right? Then WHY was there another him? It was terrifying, and unnatural, and he couldn't help but be reminded of his alternate self from the future, the one that desired only to fuse with Grima. To spread terror over an innocent world, it was disgusting. Robin'd decided then, when his other self bid him to join his revelry, to join the fell dragon himself, that he was his own man. No future, no past, no father, and no alternate version of himself could drive him from his own decisions. Robin was himself, and that was it. This was the reason he'd avoided his…...girl self, in the first place. She complicated his preordained will, added to a baffling equation an infuriating variable. Did she think like he did? Did she experience all he did? Was she Grima as well? Did she know a female Chrom or something? Whenever he so much as glanced in her direction, all these questions raced through his mind. And he'd only just realized, through those earnest eyes, she was human as well. That perhaps she was as lost and confused as he was. So he parted with his thoughts, if only for a minute, and made casual conversation.

"So," He rose from his abrupt seating on the couch, crossed the room to close the space between them. "A-are you a tactician as well?" It was a weak attempt, that was for sure, but she seemed to appreciate him trying.

"Indeed." Female Robin replied, tucking a strand of pale hair behind her ear. "And I assume you worked with Chrom and The Shepherds?" The former Robin asked, to which the latter nodded. Robin bit his lip. So, she'd worked with The Shepherds. She was more like him than he thought. Master Hand wasn't lying, that was certain. He put a hand to his chin. Perhaps he could force some information out of her. After all, the concept of an alternate universe was entirely interesting, he wouldn't deny that. He got a strange thought. If she was him…...Robin felt a grin spread on his face. He forgot his misgivings for one simple moment, and turned to Female Robin with finality. "Robin, I've got an interesting question for you…." He began, eyes glimmering fitfully. The girl smiled. "Ask away, me."

In a few minutes, the sound of Female Robin's riotous laughter echoed throughout the mansion. "Robiinnn!" Her male self scolded, blushing frantically as he tried to quiet her.

"Ahahahhaha! I-I'm sorry! It's just-pffffffffft!" She made a rather unflattering noise, as she resumed her giggles. The Male Robin facepalmed. "It's honestly not that funny." He mused, putting a gentle hand to her mouth. "Now, stop. PLEASE." She did as told, though was quick to pry Robin's hand from her face. "Sorry, sorry. But, really! You made Henry marry OLIVIA?" The girl raised a prying eyebrow, leaning in a touch closer. "O-of course I did!" Robin defended, crossing his arms thusly. "They're a perfect couple! Stop laughing!" Robin felt a blush rise to his cheeks, though a small smile pulled at his lips. "Oh Gods, how did that even happen? Aha!" The girl giggled, clutching her sides irrefutably. "You'd be surprised, Robin, how well they got along. I can think of no one more perfect for Henry than Olivia. And vice-versa." The male explained calmly, holding up his finger matter-of-factly. Female Robin drummed her fingers on the table. "Still seems weird to me." She mused. "Though, I can see where you're coming from." That, Robin decided, was good enough. He'd decided, on a whim, that there was one thing that would be certain between their universes; that they'd both made conscious efforts to marry the Shepherds off to one another. Robin'd felt guilty about it at first, only to decide it was too much fun to stop doing. Almost every tactical decision, when not of world-shattering importance, was influenced by his desire to bring two Shepherds closer together, and it would actually be quite typical for them to get married a few days after he'd began his revelry. He'd had no doubts his other self had done the same, thought it seemed her….choices on who to get married to each other varied drastically from his own ones. And now he was in the awkward, yet strangely amusing position of defending his romantic decisions…...from his other self. And, of course, calling her out on the ludicrous decisions she'd made herself. "Hey, it's better than pairing Henry with Maribelle." He teased, elbowing his other lightly. "UHHHHH, NOPE!" The other Robin erupted, a maniacal smirk apparent on her face as they waged all-out shipping war. "Not to mention the fact that you paired Ricken with Nowi." The male continued on, a competitive gleam sparking in his eyes. "That was adorable." The other countered calmly, the smirk still stretching across her face. "I shouldn't have to defend myself, considering you paired her with Vaike." At his female counterpart's words, Robin went red to his ears. "Th-that was beautiful. No one can convince me anything otherwise." He declared, as his female raised a questioning eyebrow. "A bit creepy, isn't it?" She asked, seeing him struggle. "N-not at all! True love destroys all age barriers!" Came the male's answer. They stared each other down for a few tense seconds. Then, they both broke into light laughs, which turned hysterical for the girl, as she banged her fist on the table in her revelry. "What are you-?" Robin asked, watching amusedly as his counterpart in hysterics picked herself up. "I-it's just, funny, ya know? I never expected myself to be such a cool guy." The girl said, and that earnest look shown in her eyes once more. "Why, thank you." Robin was truly touched, as he'd actually begun to feel the same way. As odd as it was, he had a surprising amount of fun that day….talking to himself. "Hey, why are you thanking me? I was complimenting myself!" The female exclaimed, to which the male replied sarcastically. "Clever, Robin." She laughed at in her maniacal way at her own joke. For a good 30 seconds straight. And when she'd finally calmed down, they only resumed their battle. "Haha, whew. I'm sorry. Ok, who'd you pair Kellam with?" She managed.

"Simple, Miriel."

"Huh so did I."

They stared awkwardly at each other for a moment. The male Robin shrugged.

"Well, I'm glad you did one thing right." He told the female, to which she let loose an indignant, "Hey!". Miraculously, they remained that way well into the night, telling stories of their two worlds hanging parallel, of the strangers they'd come to regard as family, and most importantly, their romantic exploits. This persisted, until the female got a miraculous idea.

"Hey! Since we got every Shepherd married, why don't we get everyone in the Smash Mansion married as well!" She exclaimed. Her eyes shown mischievously, and a look of pure, terrifying determination graced her features. The male Robin snorted. "You mean pair up legendary heroes from different dimensions solely for our own personal amusement?" He questioned with a laugh, as the female Robin gave a simple nod. "...I like it." At his answer she pounded her fist into her palm with a riotous "So it's settled then!" They were to ignite their horrifying and undoubtedly turmoilous plan early the next morning, and with that, they bid each other a good-night and set off their respective rooms. Robin lay awake in his bed for a while that night. He nursed a small smile as he drifted off to sleep. She was a strange girl, that was for sure. But he figured, he liked that about himself.