his mask glinting under the overhead lights, voice sharp and loud JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR TRAUMA, DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN FIGHT LIKE THAT!!!

stiffens where she floats an inch off the ground, her eyes wide, flickering between Robin and Y/n Friends, please—

leaping off the couch, hand raised Robin. Calm down, man. You're blowing this way out of proportion.

from the corner, arms crossed, voice flat but tense He knows it's personal. Back off.

lifts his head from the gaming console, stares at Robin with something between disbelief and disappointment That's cold, man. Dead cold.

steps closer, voice dropping to something almost worse—quiet, cutting If you're gonna act like a child, we'll just go out to eat without you.