I know I should be working on my other stories but they just seem to be on a roadblock. I'm starting this one; it's going to be raven and robin, like all of my stories. Please review, flames are very welcome as long as they are constructive.

The moon bled with her that night shedding healing tears to mend what is broken beyond repair. Her water droplet friends, filling her pores with their cold comfort.

Silvery blue sheets rolling off her smog infested blue jeans. Falling then burrowing through the fabric. Soaking into the worn fibers of her body. Sliding down smooth skin already so water clogged, numbing her pain with unrelenting cold, blurring her vision hoping to shield her from what she might not see.

Her legs carried her fast. As far from the tower as possible, she just wanted to get away. Her grungy sneakers splashing through puddle after puddle. She only cried when it rained. The translucent salt of her tears blending with those of the moon. Sneakers falling behind her body in her urge to get away.

Sliding.

Car lights.

Arms.

"Rae you'll catch a cold, come on lets go back to the tower" A Robins voice calm and in control. Voice obeying face betraying, with confusion, sorrow, helplessness, fear…. love. Saving the girl, from an oncoming car had shaken him more than just about anything could, just about. She pushed his warmth away, only wanting the cold, yellow communicator falling from her pocket to land at his feet. She ran, her leg hurt with beautiful pain the rain numbing the cut washing the blood away. Robin was chasing her, gaining on her, she pushed herself further, to her limits, past her limits. She collapsed in a muddy puddle and let herself cry, just really cry for the first time. And it felt good. The tears fell with the rain disrupting the surface of a puddle made of their own watery flesh. His arms grabbed her from behind pulling her back to rest on his chest. He felt her body shake as she silently broke down. They sat there together in the rain and the mud and he held her as she cried.

The lights of the sleeping city magnified in the rain. It's ever droning traffic lost to the sound of the rain. It came in sheets the kind that hurt and bruise, no longer comforting, their comfort was no longer needed, their job was taken by another, one with spiky black hair.