@grimidol liked for a starter!
His is a face she knows well, yet she canβt help but shrink away all the same. Her friendship with Robin is tenuous still, interrupted by her stuttering and nurtured by his patience, but she knows in her gut that this isnβt quite him. Thereβs something in the way he carries himself, in the way he walks and the way expressions flit across his face that is strange, too strange, and though her heart pounds in her chest at the thought of calling attention to herself, she speaks.
βWho are you?β










