“Dude, you arms are getting ripped!”
Artemis popped her head over the couch and gave her teammates in the kitchen an incredulous look. Robin held his arm out and looked down. “You think so? I don’t think it shows very much in uniform.”
Wally nodded enthusiastically. “It totally does! Have you been working out?”
Artemis choked on a breath but slapped a hand over her mouth before she made too much noise. She didn’t know where this was coming from but did not want to interrupt whatever was happening.
“I’ve been feeling out of practice lately so I’ve been doing the rings a little longer,” Robin answered.
Wally leaned over the counter to grab some snacks from the cupboard. “You should give me a buzz, we could do some extra training together. I don’t think you need it though, Robs. Your abs have always been amazing, and now your arms are killer! I wish I looked that good in my top.” He shoved a handful of chips in his mouth and spit out “You’re upstaging me,” between chews.
Robin laughed and brushed off a speck of food that flown toward him. “Whatever, I’ve always kicked your butt in training.”
Artemis chose then to bluntly question, “What just happened? Are you… Boys don’t… is there something I should know? Are you two…?”
Wally laughed, sending more food bit out into the room. “Come on, Arty! Robin’s my bro, my broski. Bros can totally appreciate a face like this.” He grabbed Robin’s chin with his hands, his fingers squeezing Robin’s cheeks in and puckering his lips. “Look at those cheekbones. He’s adorable!”
“I will never understand boys,” she said, turning back around on the couch. “And don’t say broski, you know I hate it.”
“My broseph. Broship. Bronificent. Broloney.” She covered his ears as he continued.
“Broloney?” Robin questioned.
Wally grinned, “I’m hungry. Make me a sandwich with your big strong arms, bro?”
Robin slapped a hand to his forehead, grinning.