"Heyyyy, Tim," Robin says in a hushed (flirtatious?) voice, when Tim opens his window - the mask whites out her eyelids, blond strands fall across the vivid red of her lipstick, red like her tunic, and Tim's never-- Tim doesn't stare at girls or lipstick or at the figures of female costumed heroes, but Robin's never worn lipstick before.

"Urk," Tim squeaks out.

Robin frowns, discomfitted for a second (Tim wants to reach out), then her chin dips - Tim gulps down useless denials - and her face breaks into a wide, wicked smile that's all Steph and all Robin, and she jumps down the windowsill into Tim's room.