Ok so I find Rose's character to be so cool and so fun. She's a new spice in the Titsans recipe of bittersweet angsty goodness. Her dynamics are just Fn awesome. And I find it h umurous how she tries to seduce to Tim. So I was inspired for a quick ficlet.

Disclaimer: If owned these people, would I write random one chapter stories? Would I post them online? Seriously… :P I don't not own DC, Robin, Rose or Titans tower.

One year has been like twenty. A lifetime ago, he was Robin a member of Young Justice. Another life time, he was Robin, part of the Teen Titans, with his best friends at his sides and the coolest mentors a hero in "training" could ask. He was fair from being in "training" now. A new life, a harder one. A world that's changed so dramatically its hard to believe the lives sacrificed to save it.

Normally Tim was not a morose sort of thinker. But after it all, after everything even before the crisis… since his father passed away, he has aged dramatically and his once endless optimism is now a shimmer in a sea of fatigue, hopelessness, loneliness… and mourning.

He never really could get over his father's death. Nor that of his closest friend, Conner, Kon… but above all, Superboy.

But what was expected of him? In the end he was still human, a boy, suffering in his own way, in his own heart. How could he think about anyone else? Not just Cassie, not just Bart or Raven… the Team…

Team? What team, there was no team anymore. Just a group of damaged individuals staying in an awkward shaped building managing, some times, to accomplish doing some good to make up for the problems in their own lives. So why was he here? Why did he come back and why the hell was he trying so damn hard?

There's no idealism. He's not trying to live up to anything or prove anything to anyone. Tim had always been above that. Not that he would admit it. Why is here?

For Conner. For Cassie. For Bart, Raven, Garfield… and the future he never wanted to see coming. In a post-crisis future where not Conner but Superman died as long as Wonder Woman and Batman. A future where everything was dark and…lost.

Even if they survived the crisis, he knew in his heart giving up on the Titans was a grave mistake. Despite it all, the Titans were always the one team, set apart form the others, that lived up to what they were. A family.

His family.

And he couldn't give up on that, however dysfunctional it had become, new members included.

He walked to his room, slowly, as if he were dreading it. This latest life was testing every aspect of his existence, such as patience, temper, and sanity. His immediate dilemma was the presence of the unbalanced Rose Wilson, every bit the lunatic her father was… is.

At least once a week, she'd attempt to place in some awkward sexual situation where he almost always had, of all people, Kid Devil walk in inopportunely. The kitchen, the locker rooms, the pool, his bed room… was nothing sacred? At this point, the new "leader" of this current incarnation of the Teen Titans, was debating whether it was worth it going to bed. Was it even worth it to have her on the team? Damn Dick and his impossible requests.

She was impulsive, reckless, completely impossible and far to crude for Tim's likings.

Not that he ever thought of liking her.

The thought alone made his stomach churn a little and a bad taste rise in the back of his throat.

Finally, Tim approached his door with resolve after pacing and thinking about his options. He opened his door and his opaque eyes took in the darkness. His eyes then flashed to the corner and he sighed heavily, in annoyance, disappointment and above all in fatigue.

"Rose, enough is enough…" He said bitterly, stalking into his room.

The scewed up child of the Terminator slunk out of the shadows, cocking her head abit to the side and allowing her lips to curl up seductively. "Oh come on, Tim. All that tensions needs an outlet somehow."

He practically sliced the air with his cape as he yanked it off and tossed it over his chair. He sat on his bed and gave her a weary gaze. She shifted, not unphased by his stare.

In fact she did this mostly because it was the only way he would look at her.

She approached him, clothed but not by much. A silky top and shorts. If you could call them shorts. "Oh one day, you'll say yes… and it will be the best night of your life."

She crawled onto the bed and settled behind him, a hand on his back.

Definitely the protégé of Batman, she thought, disappointed as her wandering hands procured no response from him except hanging his head and muttering incoherently. Which itself could have been taken as mutterings of desire except for the words "ridiculous" and "inappropriate" that she caught. And last she checked, those weren't words of sweet nothings. She sighed in agitation and laid on her back.

"What is it with you? I'm not saying marry me, let's fall in love, or anything retarded and pointless as that. I'm saying, let go and have a little fun, you never know… you might like it." She propped her head on her hand, watching his head rise. "Or are you so chivalrous that you think sex can't be a 'casual' thing?"

"… I hate you. From the bottom of my soul I hate you… It has nothing to do to what ideals I have or don't have about sex. It has nothings to do for a lack of wanting to have fun or whatever you think it is. It comes down to, I don't think of you that way, and that thought bothers me and I'm tired. I'm fucking tired. I'm really fucking tired and there's just no end to you and your problems."

A long moment of silence as Tim closed his eyes, scolding himself for loosing it. Neither of them moved, but he could feel her stare on him… was it hurt? Was it anger? Was it nothing? There was a shift of weight on the bed, padding feet and then his door shut.

As much as he would like to care, he couldn't. He was just too relieved.

Except that the padding returned and long, really toned legs stood in his visage. His hung head rose again and he frowned.

"Why do you have to be everyone's hero, Tim? Yes, Tim, Timothy Drake, not Robin, not Titan, not anything but Tim. I never asked you to even care about me and my problems, no one has. And if that's why I'm on this team then Id rather leave."

"Last I recalled, the Titans didn't come together to deal with each other's issues, though it seems that does come by … often… But it's a choice, a choice we make, a choice you made and everyone else past and present…"

She sighed and sat down next to him. "We're here… to be a apart of something… something we lack, or that we do have and isn't right, or something we have but is so wrong it's horrible to imagine… Something we need. Family."

She turned to him, her eyes suddenly more like the Rose he remembered in that future he so desperately wanted to avoid. She sighed and turned away.

"Well, not your traditional family… but you know what I mean. Yes I'm fucked up, hello, you know my dad… you know what he did to me. I've seen darkness, I've been tainted, Tim, I can't go innocent immaculate virgin angel over night. But just because I'm different, a little wild, or a little… daring… doesn't mean I won't lay my life on the line for this team we all see you try so hard to keep together. It doesn't mean I won't do the right thing when it counts. It just means I'm that one family member that's fucked up. That's it."

She then took in a deep breath, as if tired of being so out of character for herself. He stares. A mixture of being shocked as hell at how quickly and necessarily she sobered up… and being impressed by her honesty. He blinked then smirked a little, looking away and shaking his head.

She shifted, frowning and sounding far more insecure then he had yet to hear her. "Are you laughing at me?"

"No… no… more at myself…" He looked back at her. "Don't worry about it… and thanks, Rose." He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She didn't anticipate the heat or the flutter in her chest. It's a girly way to think about it but he did make her heart so much lighter… it was like being so close to the sun with him. And sometimes you just have to try to reach to touch it for the wonder of it, even if you know you can't have it.

She touched his cheek and stared. She then smiled and shrugged. "Whatever." She dropped her hand onto her lap. "I'll leave you be now…"

"No, stay… we could…" He trailed off actually thinking what it was they could do. He didn't want her to leave now. And he had shown that. But he didn't want her to think that he wanted to sleep with her. Well, not how she wanted at least.

"… Play cards?" she suddenly offered, clasping her hands behind her back and tilting her head, smirking.

Tim chuckled. "Sounds good."

She sat down and grinned. "How about strip poker?"

"… Rose…" He shook his head, hitting her with the pillow. But it was in good fun.

Fun… did he even remember what that was like?

One shot. I don't see Rose and Tim as a couple. But I do see them developing an odd sort of friendship.

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