A/N: WOW! It's been sooo long!! But I HAVE been writing. But it's all original stuff that I can't publish here. I've got two great stories in da works. This is just a nice one-shot I wrote a week and a half ago. It didn't completely suck so I'm posting it. It takes place a few weeks after Robin joins the Teen Titans. Not comicbook universe, cartoon universe. I was bored, don't blame me for a lack of continuities. R&R. Enjoy!
Storm
Robin's cape fluttered and whipped in the cool night air; a storm was coming, it was perfect weather for a meeting.
Where is he? He pondered to himself, looking out, atop the Titan Tower's roof, watching the flicker of city lights. Waiting for him.
Minutes ticked by, slowly, one after the other after the other, and the clouds pushed themselves over the moon, casting young Grayson into darkness.
Then, a dull thump sounded behind Robin, he turned and greeted him.
"Good evening, Bruce." Robin cooed, staring into the tall man's eyes.
"Evening, Dick." He whispered gruffly back, "You wanted to see me…" More of a statement than a question, Bruce had that sound about him when he spoke.
His head tilted upward, and he watched a trickle of lightning dance within the confines of the clouds.
"Yes, I did." Dick stood and continued to stare at him.
"Well…?" His voice was hinted with irritation; he probably had a date or something.
"I…I missed you. It's been too long. I wanted to see you." Dick's words were long and drawn out, like he was struggling, or holding back. His feet stepped forward, filling the space between Bruce and himself. He reached out and stroked Bruce's armor-clad abs.
He grabbed Dick's wrist and shoved him away. "I told you. We can't keep doing this. You're you and I'm me. It's not us anymore. Got it?" His eyes glowed red and resembled daggers and thunder quaked and boomed over head, as loud as his voice.
"But why? Why can't we still-"
"No! We aren't continuing this! It ended! Let. It. Go." He turned to leave, but the young gymnast leaped and flipped over Bruce's cowl-covered head, landing in his path, stopping him.
"Don't push me away anymore, Bruce. You know as well as I do that this isn't how it should be. How you wanted it to be. I know you still want me. You need me. Always have. But then, what happened? You chickened out like the coward you are!" Lightning struck a short distance away, emphasizing Dick's rage.
Bruce grabbed him by the collar and hoisted him in the air. "I am no coward." His voice was cold and stung like salt in a wound. "I was only looking out for you. I pushed you away because this lifestyle would hurt you."
"And the Teen Titans wouldn't?!" Dick retorted, seething out fumes of frustration and anger.
Bruce dropped him and turned his back to Dick; he knew he was right.
"I'm growing older, stronger! I don't need protecting anymore. No more babysitting from the Titans. I want to be with you!" He screamed.
Thunder clapped in the dark sky, after a lightning blot flashed.
Bruce stood there awhile, thinking, the clockwork in his head churning like the storm above the two. "I'll keep the door unlocked." He turned and faced Dick again, who leaned forward, up on his toes, and kissed the Batman's lips, just a peck.
"Thank you." Dick whispered.
Bruce stepped back and swooped down off of the roof, landed in one of his many boats and sped off through the cold, black water.
The storm would be over soon.
End.