Oh! Right. Not Robin. Nightwing. I'm still getting used to that one. If Jason's Robin has any admirers, it's only because he's riding your coattails. Cape-tails. Anyway.
... Seriously? Because there's a few vague answers I could give you - like anyone you decide to smile at when you hold a door open for them, or any other basic gesture of politeness. And anyone who happens to be around when you stop along your morning run to wipe your face with your shirt.
But more specifically? The early-morning barista with the nose ring at our coffee shop is the first person that comes to mind. Do you think she sizes up our drinks for free just out of the goodness of her heart? And the way she laughs around you... You're funny, but you're not that funny. It's very sweet. Actually, the late-night barista that's always there when we stop in after midnight might have it worse. The one with the dark hair? I think she might actually be twice our age, but I've seen her pretty literally talk herself out of giving you her number, twice now.
Definitely true. Although maybe I shouldn't have included his name in that statement, just "Robin", because that's the public image he potentially trashed. "Titans are back, bitches!"? C'mon. ... Not that Robin was ever exactly, you know, Gotham's darling? But still.
I'm not! I swear I'm not. This whole time I really thought you were actively ignoring the attention, but no, you just... genuinely never noticed it. Unbelievable.
Really?? Oh, no. Pool guy's reality just got even more tragic. You definitely know OF him, at least. Most of the time we only see him at the front desk, checking our membership badges. But he tends to find reasons to be pool-side every time you're there with me.
That's cute. You're cute. Next time we go I'm going to stand a little too close to be casual, with my hand in your back pocket and everything, just so you can clock her reaction.
[ also maybe donna's been wanting to do things like that for a little while now, and she's not above being opportunistic ]
No, you should definitely say hi. That should ruin the mystery enough to free him from his giant crush.😘
I know, I know. Probably a conversation that would be better to have in person than over text, though.
I'm only on a roll because sitting here, alone, staring at the bat computer and watching our targets -not- make any moves, while you're out at a party wearing that green shirt that I like so much... is actually incredibly boring.
I know it was my idea to switch our parts of the plan at the last minute, but I might be having some mild regrets.