Hello! This is xBambi reporting and hoping you like this short story.
Disclaimer...I wish Batman and Teen Titans belonged to me.
Also, please know that I didn't mention any of the women's names because I wanted that to be left up to you. So this can either be a Robin/Starfire story or Batgirl/Robin
Her thick hair is spread across tangled sheets. It's an almost startling contrast, almost like blood upon snow.
Richard Grayson watches her chest rise and lower with each breath she takes.
Almost like a robot, his hand reaches out to trace the curve of full lips, a faint smile. She's beautiful and most importantly, she's his.
This woman isn't the first to capture his slowly melting heart.
But then again there was only ever two women who had.
This woman next to him, she…she is the one who makes simply his palms sweat.
Sobs raked her body as the shattered lamp lay at her feet. A small shard had found it's way into her foot, blood slowly swelling.
Richard's eyes were fixed upon it, so red and vibrant.
Her slender hands covered her face, as if she was trying to disappear into nothingness. Richard lowers his arm; amazed he'd even tried to throw something at her. But Richard is even more surprised that he has not felt the sting of her slap.
Had he somehow broken her?
Wasn't that what bad husbands did to their wives? To think the young couple was not even married.
A hesitant hand reaches out, wanting to touch the soft skin, and draw her into his arms. That hand is quickly drawn away.
What could he do?
Could the boy…no man speak?
No, he wasn't shocked to find he couldn't.
Instead sapphire eyes study her, as her sobs turn silent. She was tall and slender, a beauty. A black dress hangs off her frame, hair turning to flames.
"Richard…I can't do this anymore," she whispers so quietly.
Her voice is tired.
Her voice is defeated.
Her hands run through her hair, pulling at it, hands shaking. Richard suddenly wants to scream, louder then ever.
Yell out of his fears, all his fears.
She can't accept him until she knows the things he hides.
"Why…just answer that!" he shouts, as she flinches away. This is not how he wants it to turn out!
"You…can't understand! Not even I can understand!" her voice rises, even as she slumps onto his unmade bed. "I can't love you anymore Richard. I'm not sure I ever could."
The calm he struggles to keep breaks.
"Why damn it! When did you even start calling me Richard?" he thunders, her eyes closing.
Her body seems to draw into herself, a faint smile on her face. "Exactly, Richard. I've been calling you that name for weeks. You seem to only notice someone if they have a gun. Do I need to have one to get my boyfriend's attention?" she coolly questions, eyes staring into his.
Her mouth opens to continue, when she is pushed back to sink into the covers.
Richard locks himself into the bathroom, fist slamming against the oak door. He slides to the ground, cradling his fist. Her angry cries reach him, burning into his head.
It's pure torture, worse then the Joker…worse then his obsession with Slade.
His face sinks into his shaking hands.
She is the only one who can make him cry.
She stirs besides him, sleepily gazing at him. He returns the smile, sliding out from the bed.
Her questioning gaze causes him to laugh, as he has to explain. Heading to the familiar room, he shuts the door.
His eyes roam over the engraved knots, even the slight dent that he can remember as clearly as yesterday.
Leaning his head against it, he sighs.
The woman he is with now only makes his palms sweat.
But…she-she made the world spin twice around.
She made his heart beat until it felt as if it would burst.
She is the only one who has ever made him cry his heart out.
That's the end! Please review.