Silently he watches them, arms crossed over his chest, one shoulder leaning against the corner of the hallway. They're oblivious to his presence, intent on their crime.
Or their attempt at crime.
"Dude, this is insane. Every time I get one lock picked, another one slips into place." Annoyance.
"I still can't figure out what he's used to keep me out." Disgruntlement.
"Well, you know that you-know-who keeps files on everyone and how to do stuff against them."
He frowns at that, but then shrugs. It's true, after all.
"You-know-who? Who's you-know-who."
Two fingers above the head and the other one nods knowingly.
Then they go back to attempting to break and enter.
"Damn, another lock!"
"Why are we doing this again?"
Yeah, that's a good question.
Hands still on the door knob. "Uh...There was a really good reason."
Behind starlite lenses his eyes roll. Why are these his best friends again?
"You're always hungry."
"This isn't going to work and when he finds out he'll be really mad."
"Nah. And, even if he is, it won't last. How can he stay mad at us? We're his best friends. We'll be together forever."
"Young Justice to Teen Titans to someday--maybe--Justice League?"
He smiles at the wistfulness in that young voice and an image forms in his head.
The next generation.
But first the other two have to stop being goofballs.
Robin pulls away from the wall and tiptoes down the hall, putting a stern look on his face even as he decides which pizza place to order from and what movies to suggest they watch as they pig out.
First he has to scare the daylights out of his two best friends, though.
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