... What have I DONE? FREAKING YOUNG JUSTICE. FREAKING DC COMICS. MAKIN' ME LOVE YOU AGAIN. I TOLD YOU IT WAS OVER. /shot.
Yeah, IDK.
Well, I hate this. I really do. I'm well aware I can't write to save my life. Feel free to give my constructive critisizim, because we all know I need it. XD If there's any mistakes here, please correct me.
This miiight become a one-shot collection. I have no idea, because I'm really not a writer. This was done randomly. o.o Buuuut yeah. I hope at least SOMEONE gets something out of this. Red/Robin needs more love. HINT HINT... Oh yeah, I'm a fluff addict as well... so expect this collection to be coma-inducing. Srsly. KTHXBAI.
"Who's side are you on?"
Robin remembered asking question many times. Robin remembered asking it every time he showed up. And, of course, he also remembered the same answer he always received.
That same mechanical chuckle.
That same blank mask staring back at him.
"I've told you before, kid—mine."
But Robin also remembered the first time he was given a different answer. It was the night everything changed.
They were on a roof-top—so cliché, when he looked back on it—but the silence between them was not the usual angry tension-filled silence that same with battle. It was uncomfortable and… strange. When Red X has suddenly torn his mask off in the middle of their fight, no one knew what to do next.
So they stared at each other.
Then they were yelling. And finally, when Robin turned around not wanting to hear anymore of Red's nonsense, (honestly, the things spewing from the frantic thief's mouth were obviously absurd and futile attempts to catch him off-guard) Red decided he needed to steal another thing from Robin, (because his sanity and his ability to think just weren't enough apparently.)
His first kiss.
The night ended in a slap or two, apologies, and a very awkward and long conversation. But needless to say, after that night, whenever Robin asked his question;
"Exactly who's' side are you on, Red?"
The reply was different.
A laugh, minus that evil metallic voice synthesizer, a mock-smirk thrown in his direction;
"Only yours, kid. Only yours."