Laughter echoed through the room, blending in with the beautiful
music that resonated through the space. Students were dressed in their finest
gowns and suits, each of them laughing and dancing joyfully with one another,
creating a fun, enjoyable atmosphere. However, there was at least one who
weren’t enjoying the night; you.
In truth, you didn’t even ask to be at the school prom. Everyone
made a big deal out of it and claimed it would be ‘the most amazing night of
our lives’, but you found the whole thing ridiculous. You had never been a fan
of school dances or parties. You found them claustrophobic and it made you feel
like you were forced to socialize. Dressing for the overrated events was a
complete hassle that you would rather avoid. You only attended the parties and
events for your friends, which was precisely why you were at prom despite
rather enjoying a night in watching a marathon of Doctor Who.
You didn’t know what to expect, but one thing you did expect
happened almost instantly; your friends abandoning you for their dates. You,
being the supportive friend you were, let them go, but you knew this would
happen. It always did, so much so that you didn’t know why you were accepting
their invitations to these parties when you knew that you were going to be
ditched… again. You stood there by the door, sipping your drink as you watch
your classmates have an evening opposite to yours.
After an hour, you decided to get some air. With a disappointed
sigh, you slipped into the school hall and climbed the stairs to the roof.
You shivered at the cold draft that kissed your skin but you
continued towards the edge of the building. The railing felt cold against your
warm body when you leaned against it but the cold was never something you
particularly minded. You found it strangely calming, as if it acted as a
comfort for your loneliness.
Up on top of the school roof, isolated and alone in the darkness,
it was peaceful. The music was muffled by the silence of the night, only broken
by the crickets and gentle howls of the wind. The moon cast its silver light
onto the earth with the stars accompanying it. You adored this peace, you
wanted it to envelop you whole. It was a great change from the suffocating
atmosphere in the hall.
“Ma'am?” The male voice you heard startled you. You spun
around and gasped inaudibly when you were met with the one and only Red Robin,
a well-known vigilante in the city you lived in. He approached you cautiously,
radiating a questioning expression as he asked, “what are you doing here
“Enjoying the night.” you answered quietly. The
vigilante’s confusion seemed to have doubled.
“On your prom night?” he inquired, slight amusement
laced in his voice. Seeing your shocked face, he added, “I saw on the
banner in front of your school.”
You chuckled then nodded absentmindedly. “Yes, on my prom
night, not like that is anything special,” you shrugged, “it’s merely
a dance. Besides, my friends abandoned me so I don’t have anything to do.”
“Really?” he questioned, “your friends, abandoning
you? Why don’t you find someone else?”
“Nobody finds me very interesting,” you answered in a
slightly bitter yet melancholy tone, “I’m just… the background
character, an extra on the set.”
Red Robin shook his head. “I don’t believe it. Surely someone
has asked you for a dance?” This caused you to laugh as you shook your
head. “No.” he gasped, “really?”
“Yes, really.” you giggled, albeit sadly, “I’m that
girl, you know?”
The vigilante stared at you for a long while before a smile spread
across his face. “Well then,” he took a step towards you, bowed
slightly and extended his hand, “would you care for a dance with me?”
You looked at him in surprise, wondering how a hero like him could
be taking his time and paying attention to you. You stared at his hand, but
then shook your head. “I don’t need your pity.” you murmured,
thinking that he was only showing such kindness because he felt sorry that you
were alone. You hated to admit it, but that dealt a blow to your pride, making
“What? No, that’s not it.” he exclaimed, shaking his
head rapidly. “You look… very beautiful tonight. Everyone in your school
must be a fool to not want a dance with you. That’s why… I’m asking
you…” As a blush began to appear on his face, you realized his genuine
words and so you took his hand.
“O-Okay then.” you muttered, flustered by his compliment.
He brought you close and held your hand tightly, swaying you to the rhythm of
the faint music that could be heard. For a long while, there was nothing but
absolute silence once more, but in your head there were a million thoughts.
“You do look beautiful tonight.” he whispered into your
ear, sending involuntary shivers down your spine. You swallowed hard.
“Thank you.” you glanced down at your outfit–a black
evening gown with specks of white decorating it, matching the night sky above.
Although you would rather die than admit it, you spent more time that usual
choosing your outfit and preparing for this dance. You never thought you’d
catch the eye of the city’s hero.
You and him danced for a few more minutes. No words were
exchanged, there was just longing gazes and loving smiles. You didn’t know what
it meant to him, but to you it felt intimate, special, as if you and him were
the only people that existed at that moment of time. When the dance finally
ended, you gathered all your courage and leaned up to plant a small kiss on his
Seeing his reddened face, you couldn’t help but giggle. You stated
in a light voice full of emotions, “thank you, this means… a lot to
“It’s my honor, ma'am.” Red Robin responded, giving you
another smile and this time, your heart skipped a beat.
“My name is [F/N]. Don’t call me ma'am, it makes me sound
old.” you informed, drawing a laugh out of him.
“[F/N] it is then.” he said, “well, duty calls
[F/N], but I hope I’ll see you agian.” With that, he jumped off the roof,
leaving a permanent smile on your lips.
Your life fell back into its dull and monochromatic routine after
that night, though it did little to surprise you. Who were you to think you
were special in some way? Of course Red Robin was a gentleman, but there were
others out there who were much more superior, you had no chance with them.
But damn that vigilante for stealing your heart anyway.
After you shoved your books into your locker, you strode down the
hallway, deep in thought. As you turned the corner, you walked straight into a
tall body, causing you to fall backwards.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry!”
You glanced up to meet a pair of worried periwinkle eyes. A hand
was extended out to you, and after a moment of hesitation, you took it. You
were pulled back up while the student you walked into picked your books up,
handing them back to you. Your first thought was that he was very handsome, but
you shook that thought away quickly. Now was not the time for silly crushes.
As you took your books, you said, “it’s my fault for not
looking where I was going. I should be the one apologizing.”
“No, no I was… not being very cautious.” he claimed,
scratching the back of his neck. “Let me walk you to your class at least,
please?” You found it difficult to refuse that face of his, so you nodded
and allowed him to walk with you.