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[someboywonder]

Okay, okay, I'll admit it.

I've been a tiny bit clingy with Steph lately. A little bit. I mean, I'm not crazy clingy. It's not like I'm worried she can't go to the bathroom all by herself or anything. But we sleep together (not like that) and we tend to eat together and go out for walks and all that together, so really, there's not a lot of time

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[i_spoiled_it]

Steph is not as good at analysing relationships as Tim. And besides, the roof gets boring after a while. And she's already explored almost everywhere else.

"Hey, Boy Wonder," she calls, spotting his approach from the top of one of the abandoned stores ahead. "Working hard?"

[someboywonder]

I almost drop the batarang. And I almost lose a finger too. But I catch it, and without losing anything either. Tucking it safely away, I glance up in the direction of her voice, unable to help the smile on my face.

"You know it. Bringing home the bacon and all that."

[i_spoiled_it]

"Ohh... bacon," Steph says wistfully, leaning back and swinging her legs. "You better bring some. I'd kill for bacon and eggs. ... Hey, do you think the creepy store ever has fresh eggs?"

[someboywonder]

"If it ever did, I doubt they'd be chicken eggs."

The store she's standing on top of isn't very tall. A few well placed leaps, a bit of acrobatics, and I'm up there with her, landing with all the grace and ease of somebody who's totally showing off.

[notanoptimist]

It gives other guys a chance to step in on Robin's relationship with her, too!

Oh, look! There's a candidate!

"...You're Robin, right?" says the boy in the stoop, looking pleased, soehow, at the tossing of the batarang. His is put away for now, but there's a plank of wood in his lap and aknife in his hand and a pile of wood shavings on the ground directly under it.

[someboywonder]

Word gets around? Or maybe he's from my world, I don't know. But it's not like he knows anything important, so I nod, holding the batarang still in between two fingers for the moment.

"Uh, hi. Yeah, I'm Robin. Who are you?" I ask, doing my best to be polite and not let my mind wander back to Steph. "And how do you know my name?"

[notanoptimist]

Grinning now, Sokka sets the knife and plank aside to stand, wiping his hands on his jeans to get rid of the shavings. "Sorry, I'm Sokka. I kicked Steph's butt at the boomerang and she kept telling me you were better - not that it'd be real hard to b-- ... uh, I mean, I didn't figure there were a lot of other boomerang-holding, mask-wearing guys hanging around, so... took a guess."

Insulting Steph is becoming second nature after meeting her twice. That really says something about her.

Okay, and Sokka, too.

[someboywonder]

...so he knows Steph.

That's cool. I don't care. It's not like I have any reason to be jealous. He's just some guy, stuck here like Steph and I. It's nothing. I can just ignore the fact that he and Steph apparently spent time together, throwing boomerangs or something.

I stop gripping the batarang so tight, not wanting to break it, and force an easy, casual look. I'm sure he's nice enough, and I'm just over-reacting.

"Oh, so you met Steph, huh? Yeah, I guess I am better than she is; more training and all that."