[ And somewhere on a quiet, lonely rooftop, Robin stares at that text for what feels like ages, his heart thudding almost painfully in his chest. The corners of his eyes sting, and he has to squeeze them shut so he doesn't —
... jeez.
It's a couple of minutes before he can think of a reply, and it's too short and too simple because nothing feels quite like enough. He hopes Wally knows. (Wally always knows.) ]
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... jeez.
It's a couple of minutes before he can think of a reply, and it's too short and too simple because nothing feels quite like enough. He hopes Wally knows. (Wally always knows.) ]
Thanks, Walls.