A/N: Robin/OC, may not even want to bother. I may end up taking it down in the end. But I hope you like it anyway :). First time posting, so please, be gentle.
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Robin sat upon his bed, one hand behind his head, the other clasping a small trinket. His mind was a few miles away from the Tower and deep into the city, downtown. There were brief flashes of locations along the streets; banks, jewelers, museums, technology centers, labs, etc. Each time the building would burst into his brain, pristine and in one piece, it would immediately melt away into the wreck he knew it to be now. Broken windows, shattered doors, splintered walls, and missing inventory made up the new and not-so-improved areas. The reason for these changes was not lost on him; he knew the exact cause. It was the ruthless ransacking of the locations, thanks to the fresh criminal that sprouted up about two weeks ago.
He wasn't sure of her name, but he knew she was a girl. He'd seen her many times before, mostly with her small hand gripping a huge diamond or precious artifact or high-tech invention. At first, she'd seemed very petty; robbing banks for cash and stealing gems. Robin had never been able to understand why she was too much for the police to handle. That is, until he had to face her.
The first time he had to actually do battle with her, the team had been called in to a technology laboratory. They'd been chasing her for a while, but always arriving too late. This time, they'd catch her in the act. The location was a tall building on the outskirts of town with dark walls, tinted bullet-proof glass windows, and intense security. The place housed hundreds of brand-new inventions, most of them weapons; dangerous guns and lasers lined the bright white paneling of the inside rooms. The inventory was very risky, very new, very untested, and very valuable. But no one could break in. Security around the place was flawless, with pass-keys and fingerprints needed to go traditionally through a door. Bulky, incredibly strong men patrolled the halls and around the building, lethal guns strapped around their torsos.
And yet, somehow, someone managed to outdo them and make it into the sanctuary.
When the Titans arrived, they snuck around the corridors, following a map that had been programmed into their communicators. Finally, they entered the room where the crime had been committed, and there she stood. Robin could remember clearly the fiery feelings that ran through him when his eyes met hers.
She was rather short, around five feet, three inches. Her body was clearly accentuated in her full-body skin-tight cat suit, and it was nearly an hourglass figure. Her chest was a bit small, and her hips a bit big, but her waist was tiny and her legs were long. The soft gold of her hair shimmered beneath the blinding lights in the ceiling, natural blond highlights practically reflective and layers framing her round face beautifully. Her pixie nose sat in the center of her face, just above her thin lips and in between her rosy cheeks. Her skin was a soft, tan cream (if that makes sense), and her chocolate eyes shone brighter than anything in the city.
Robin couldn't pull the strength he needed to attack her. His limbs simply froze. It was as if her gaze held him tightly in a fist, and he had no wish to move. His masked eyes wondered at hers, and at her beauty in general. She was nothing like the alien beauty that Starfire possessed, nor the exotic beauty of Raven. Hers was her own. For some reason, it struck him as strange that she should look humanly gorgeous.
The other Titans had attempted to bring her down, but as Robin could see, they were simply no match. She was an expert fighter, probably better than him. The way she controlled her body was clearly unmatched by anyone. She looked graceful as she punched and kicked his friends, her movements as fluid as water. Neither member of the team had a prayer. Through Cyborg's witty comments and Raven's centering chants, she absolutely mauled them, tossing each of them around like a rag doll. The girl had no incredible power, no extreme talent. She was just a master at—what looked like—karate.
She round-house kicked Beast Boy across the room, and then reached into the glass case in the center of the space, snatching up a small, gun-like trinket. Robin knew better than to think it was a mere gun; it was a Turbo-Blaster, very unstable and brand new. She tucked it away into her body-suit, turned, and halted in her tracks. He assumed she must've been shocked to see him still standing. But he couldn't move. He was having a hard time simply breathing and thinking straight. He was doomed if she attacked.
But she didn't. She merely blinked twice, turned, jumped up onto the broken glass case, and leapt up to the ceiling, where she seemed to have made her entrance. Just before her glorious face had disappeared into the perfectly square hole, he saw her features contort into a grimace of pain, and her fingers flicked up and touched her ear. Her chest grated against the edges of the opening, and something small and metal fell off of her uniform and clattered to the floor. She hadn't even seemed to notice.
What had fallen off of her suit was what was clutched in Robin's green-gloved hand now. Hidden behind his black and white mask, he stared at the sharp-edged S in his palm. It was obvious; it was a clear marking of Slade. Robin himself had worn a uniform with the same emblem. When he thought of that gorgeous girl being within five hundred feet of Slade, he winced, and the metal piece almost burned against his fingers.
But what he really wanted to know was why. Why was she working with Slade? How had it come about? Was it by choice or force? And, Jesus, what was her name? How could he immediately be taken by an enemy?
Then, the alarm began to wail.
With one last pensive glance at the S, he tossed the trinket onto the evidence table, leapt off his bed, and darted out the door.
When Robin entered the main room, Beast Boy was already at the computer keys, clacking away, brow furrowed as he stared up at the massive "screen."
"What do you have?" Robin asked, bounding down the steps and hopping over the couch. The green boy didn't answer right away. He continued to gaze at the map of the city and the blinking red light that indicated where the call came from. Robin began to grow anxious and angry with the hold up. Just as he was about to smack him, Beast Boy slowly turned to him.
"It's her," he whispered. The low swoosh of the doors indicated that Starfire, Raven, and Cyborg had joined them.
Robin couldn't move for a moment. His mind received a shock of numbness at the simple words. The two syllable sentence shouldn't have that much effect on him. His knees shouldn't go weak, and he shouldn't have been feeling a strange mixture of joy and dread. But against his will, his happiness won out over the aversion, and suddenly he was eager to get on with the mission.
"Oh, it is that girl," Starfire sighed hatefully. The malevolence in her voice was clear; she was definitely jealous. But Robin had no time for her. He had a strange and urgent need to look in a mirror.
"Let's go, Titans," he commanded, turning to leave. "We have a job to do." Cyborg stepped aside for him, and then followed with Raven, Starfire, and Beast Boy close behind.
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"Alright, Titans," Robin said very business-like as they all sped along toward the location of the chemical laboratory. "Let's not forget what she did last time. She's a formidable opponent. We need to stay focused, and fight hard. Beast Boy, I don't want to hear anything about her being a girl. I don't care. She's a criminal and get's no special treatment."
"Maybe we could win this time if you'd quit ogling at her," Cyborg muttered in his T-Car. Clearly, the comment was meant for himself, but it had seeped through the communicator and met Robin's ear.
"I heard that," the masked boy snapped, but he didn't argue it. He knew it was true.
"Hey," Cyborg backpedaled. "I never said she wasn't hot. I-I mean, I'd ogle too, if I was you, man. I'm not sayin' I was oglin', or even lookin', I was—I was fighting her and…just happened to notice…" he trailed off, realizing that the more he spoke, the worse it got. Finally, he settled on, "Let's just go kick her butt."
It was quiet the rest of the way there. Robin took the time to mentally prep himself. He couldn't let her do that to him again. She wouldn't get away this time.
With a squeal, he brought his motorcycle to a stop. He slid his helmet off of his night black hair and subtly ran his fingers through it, both hoping to make sure it looked good and hide it from his team that he wanted it to look good in the first place. A slam of a door said that Cyborg was ready to go, and the soft scuffing sound of shoes on the pavement meant that Starfire and Raven had grounded themselves. Beast Boy came padding up in the form of a cheetah, his hackles sticking straight up. He still hadn't forgiven the girl for making him look bad, and he was totally not into losing to a girl. He was more determined than Robin to take her down.
They all sprinted to the building, and Robin kicked the door open.
"Freeze!" he roared, sliding his metal rod out of his utility belt. He nearly dropped it when his eyes met the person in the middle of the room.
It was her, no doubt about it. Her incredible eyes popped wide at the outburst, and her hand tightened protectively around the vile of neon green fluid she carried. It seemed she had been walking casually, about to stroll right out the front door. Her uniform was the same, except she had a utility belt of her own. Another S sat proudly atop her chest, right over her heart; Slade must've replaced it. Her silky golden hair still hung freely about her, short bangs flopping over her brow but the full length extending to her mid-back.
No! Robin's brain hissed. Stop thinking like that! She's a criminal, damnit, not some girl you can go hit on! Get your ass in gear!
"Titans, GO!" he yelled, and twirled the rod in his hands. This time, he was the first one to launch at her, sending the metal toward her perfect face. Shock colored her features, but she threw her hands up in front of her nose, catching the weapon before it made contact. She gripped it, whipped it around and tossed it away. Robin had refused to let go, so she ended up throwing him with it. He slid along the floor comfortably, not finding the strength to go after her again. He just needed a small rest to collect his thoughts.
But, as the scene evolved, he knew he'd have to take action soon. It was almost as if he was looking in a female version of himself. The way she spun and flipped, kicked and punched, jumped and dodged was even better than the last time. He didn't even have time to see her tuck the vile in her belt before her limbs were a blur. It was almost hypnotizing.
When she kicked Starfire over the security counter and into the wall before she could get out another round of starbolts, Robin knew he had to act, and act now. His protected hand gripped his long, metal rod again, and he shoved himself to his feet. The girl looked to him, and her dark eyes widened once more. But he didn't let their deep depths distract him; he kept his mind on the need to take her down. He began to advance upon her, running.
She started to back up quickly, nearly stumbling over her feet. Once again, she cringed, and her fingers flew up to her ear. The second she did that, he knew what was wrong; she was wearing an earpiece. Slade must be yelling at her through the plastic hearing device. He could almost hear his deadly calm voice, commanding her to take him down.
But why wouldn't she do it? Why was she holding back?
The girl gritted her teeth, and made her escape through the ceiling once again. He'd have to remember that she's done that twice, but suddenly recalled what he'd been dying to ask her just as she disappeared into the paneling.
"Wait!" he called. "Wait! What's your name?" Robin knew he could've stopped her. He knew that all he had to do was take out one of his gadgets; any one would do. But something stopped him, and it was growing increasingly frustrating to be around her. She was always committing a crime, and he could never bring himself to take her down.
Her incredible head poked out of the hole, glossy hair hanging upside down from the top of her scalp.
"Bailey," she said in a chiming voice, then offered him a small smile before receding once more.
"Bailey," Robin whispered, tasting the name as it rolled off his tongue. He liked it.
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A/N: More?
Hate it? Should I be shot for even thinking of it? I know, it sucks, but it gets better, I hope! I know it was short and stuff, but I think I can make next chapters longer, if you even want them.
