Before breakfast, you hear people talking and someone mentions you. You're just outside the entrance to the kitchen, the thin wall obscuring you from Robin and Kid Flash, who are whispering on the other side. They seem to have forgotten about your super hearing (again). When you hear Robin say your name, you hesitate, curious.

"Are you serious, Wally? He could pulverize me with a flick of his fingers."

"Why would he do that? He kissed you first!" When you hear this, your hunger abruptly turns to nausea.

"Dude, he punched a hole in the wall afterward." Somehow, the nausea gets worse.

"Oh, come on, he does that like, all the time! I bet it was just a muscle spasm-" At this, you walk in and Kid Flash looks at you like he wants to run away. You don't look at Robin. Both of them watch in silence as you prepare a bowl of cereal and leave, wanting to eat somewhere else.

When you're watching the morning news ten minutes later, you realize you took Robin's favorite cereal by accident (you hate it, it's healthy Batman-approved granola chunk things). You resist the urge to throw it at the television screen and shovel it angrily into your mouth instead.

Later, the team is playing video games together. M'gann had asked you to at least watch, saying she missed you. Feeling guilty about having spent the last week in your room sulking and leaving her alone in the base, you gave in.

Robin is currently racing Artemis, cackling at her mistakes and trading insults. He's winning, as usual. The two are standing and blocking the television screen, so the only thing you have to look at is Robin's back. You suppose you could look at Artemis', but she's taller and blocks more of the screen.

You hear an explosion come from the game and Robin groans. When Artemis wins thirty seconds later, she gloats and Wally calls dibs. Robin tosses him the controller and mumbles something about how unrealistic virtual bikes are before plopping himself down next to you on the couch. You notice that the rest of the couch is empty, but you don't say anything.

"The person in first place always loses. It's like, the law of the game," he says to you, smiling even though he lost.

"Why?" You ask, and he gives you a look through his sunglasses like he pities you. Before you can even clench your fists, he's explaining the bombs and turtle shells and bullets and you must look like you don't understand, because when everyone else gets bored and relocates to the kitchen, he stays and teaches you how to play. For a while, he lets you win but you get angry, and after another hour or two or three he doesn't have to.

A few days later, you're relaxing on the couch, stiff and sore from training, but when Robin walks in and challenges you to a game or ten, you don't even think to refuse. And this time, he doesn't even think to let you win. It's nice and you find yourself smiling. It surprises both of you.

Robin wants to fight you. It surprises you when he asks, but once you think about it, it makes sense; your fighting styles are complete opposites. So you agree.

At first, you're too afraid to punch him, but you quickly realize that the chances of any of your throws making contact are so low that you settle for attempting light taps. You manage a few hits but even those only graze him and aside from a whine about the bruises he's going to have, he seems fine. The match goes on for what seems like forever and you come to the conclusion that Robin has probably trained with Superman because really, you should have won this a long time ago.

Eventually, Robin stops jumping and kicking and you stop punching and you both just look, chests heaving and eyes meeting. Your head feels empty and you aren't sure if it's your heartbeat making so much noise or Robin's because the two seem to mix together like a jackhammer and it's all you can hear. You think that Superman wouldn't be this tired from a practice match.

Suddenly, you're on the floor and Robin's on top of you and you're only vaguely aware that he just kicked you in the chest when he breathes out, "I like you, you know."

This is all before he kisses you and then you aren't aware of much else besides hands on your chest, thighs around your stomach, and his mouth on yours. It's different from last time. Robin tastes like salt and when you bring your hands up to hold him, you can feel the muscles hard and strong in his legs and through the back of his shirt. You close your eyes when his head moves down to bite at your neck, feeling like you're burning.

In an instant, the heat of Robin's body is gone and as your eyes open, a giggle echoes through the training room. You hear his light footsteps heading toward the showers, but you don't follow him. You stay on your back, trembling and sharing your warmth with the floor.

He kisses you again the next day. There's no slamming against walls or kicks to the chest this time, and you have to think that it's a nice change.

After that, the next time he kisses you, your bike swerves off the floor into the lava. As you wait for your character to reset, Robin laughs and somehow manages to keep his own character in first place. You feel like you should be glaring at him, but the fluttering in your chest makes it okay that you came in eighth place again.