'You idiot,' my hands glow brightly in the darkness, casting a green wash over his face. In this light, his hair could be the same colour as mine, I think idly. I am briefly distracted by memories of copper-red strands and the smell of steel.
'You idiot. "Metal Explosion Cologne?" This is arguably one of your worst decisions to date; and that's a tough competition to win.'
His green eyes flick over to mine and his trademark grin flits across his face. He can't have any idea what that smile does to e; I'm ashamed to admit I have to concentrate to refrain from swooning.
'Dude, I smell amazing as it is, I just like to give the ladies a little extra touch,' He replies, wiggling his eyebrows.
I catch myself. I want to ask if it's just the ladies. I want to ask if a non-lady, dude-guy is also a… a what? A possibility? I'm just being stupid.
Thankfully, my pause is hidden by Artemis' quick quip back and I watch, feeling that familiar tightness in my chest, as he splutters and tries to think of a witty comeback. He has less freckles when he blushes, I think.
'He'll figure it out one day,' I shouldn't be surprised that Robin knows what I'm thinking about… or that he's snuck up behind me. I swear, the kid's a freaking ghost. 'You've just gotta wait for him to figure out he likes you…'
I snort in disbelief, 'And when's that gonna happen? He's gonna moon over M'gann for the rest of my miserable life and then where will I be? Not exactly gruntled.'
He grins at me and, behind his mask, I can tell he wants to laugh. 'Gruntled?'
I smile, 'You're not the only one who likes word-play, bird-boy.'
That does earn me a chuckle, but it comes to an abrupt halt. 'Really, though. Are you okay?'
'Honestly? I don't really know what okay looks like at this point, Rob.'
Before he can respond a plume of smoke rises from the building we are currently staking out and I hear M'gann's frantic voice in my head through the link.
'Alright, Team,' Robin adopts his Leader Voice with a final sideways glance at me, 'Let's do this.'