All Starfire knew, once she'd managed to wrestle Red X's mask off, is that he glowered at her in such a peculiar way. He was irritated and used to hiding things, she was sure. Scratched up and exhausted, they sat warily across from each other, bathed in dirt, night, and neon lights on the roof of City Hall.
The Tamaranian princess examined that scowl: full lips, flattened together, and furrowed black brows creased over eyes as blue as the midday sky. Red X's cheeks were slightly angular, their contours sloping into an elegant, tapered jaw. They'd clearly lost any softness from puberty— his features made him seem older than Robin. Were they the same age? Perhaps he was eighteen, or even twenty years old? Starfire wasn't sure. Earth years were tricky. She clutched his mask tightly to her chest.
He was handsome. Not ready for that, her breath was caught in her throat, and her expression was as smitten as the day she'd first seen Robin's unmasked eyes. (She ignored how much she compared the two.) Starfire watched Red X's face soften as moments passed between them in silence, and she nearly forgot this was a known criminal. Could he really be a villain, with eyes that seemed so kind? The idea that only earlier tonight she'd attacked him, chasing him from rooftop to rooftop throughout Jump City, was making less sense.
Equally not ready for Starfire's reluctant smile, Red X flinched beneath it. Her eyes now had an unwitting fondness as she regarded him; he wasn't sure how to react. The thief cleared his throat, trying to hide the fact that he was still catching his breath.
"…Is it my turn to pull off part of your uniform now, Cutie?"