handlebar mustaches and chinstrap beards by scribblemetimbers
G | 6k words
“My goodness!” Aunt Caroline says, squeezing and pinching Robin’s cheeks. “You look so beautiful! So much like me!”
“Thanks,” Robin manages to force out, and it’s almost rote at this point: Robin, you’ve put on weight, you look so beautiful, you look like me, and Robin internally sighs because the next in that order, without fail and with much feeling, is:
“So! Any boys?” Aunt Caroline asks brightly.
Fuck.
“Hundreds,” Robin says blandly.
“Robin!”
In which Robin's meddling, match-making relative is in town to trample over boundaries like a rampaging bull, Steve chooses the worst moments ever to practice restraint, Billy helps by being his usual asshole self, and Robin has a revelation.