Speedy's finger delicately traced the lines around Robin's mask, curving perfectly as the material did. He felt Robin's skin prickle at his touch, and felt almost triumphant. He let his thin lips curve into a smile, immitating Robin's.
"Why won't you take your mask off?" he asked, eyebrows arched. "I have."
Robin shrugged feebly, his arms holding the archer in place against his body. Heat radiated from him, emracing Speedy like an old friend. A jeering smile wiped across Robin's face and he gave the boy a faint squeeze before running a hand through Speedy's already tousled hair.
"Because," he said simply, cupping Speedy's face in his hands. "The mask looks much cooler on me."