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The realization hits before he even feels the cool air on his eyelids or hears Red's self-satisfied, "aha!"

Panicked, Robin raises a hand to his face. Practicality reminds him that it's extremely imprudent to cover his eyes during a battle, so he puts the hand back down and glares at Red X--

--who's standing back to admire his own work and venting a cheerful whistle of appreciation. "Damn. Those are some gorgeous headlights, kid."

Thirty seconds, a lightning fast feint, and a few expert twists later, and Red X's mask is clattering to the ground. Red doesn't look particularly displeased by this. He does, however, look a bit surprised.

Robin pants and straightens, and the implications take about half a second to sink in as he looks at the place where Red's mask used to be and sees a real face, with a real smirk beginning to form on it; Red's eyebrows are raised, his hazel eyes are dancing wickedly, and his lips--

Are suddenly a whole lot closer.

"Good game, kid," Red X says, and then those lips get better acquainted with Robin's.