Personal space is overrated. Especially when it involves stargazing with a girl he likes.

Not that he'll ever be quite chalant enough to tell her all of that. Yet.

He dangles both legs off the edge of the branch, feeling just as secure as he would on the ground. Robin looks up at the stars. He'd seen them before, night after night during patrol, but they were more interesting with someone to share them with.

"Constellations?"