Starfire was lying on her side on the counter with the swaddled baby
placed next to her. He was secretly relieved to find the child had stopped
crying. He watched the alien from where he stood. Her smile resurfaced on her
tired face, as she traced the child's tiny button nose, tummy and toes with her
index finger. For a reason he couldn't totally explain, his heart did a little
jump, like it used to do when he caught her looking his way, when they were teenagers.
For the first time in a long time, he felt at peace. Happy, even.

"Robin." she said laughing and glowing.

He made his way over to behind the counter, and rested his forearms on the
table. It was amazing how much trouble something so small could cause; the baby
didn't look like it could weigh anything more than 6 pounds.

"It is a girl." she beamed.

The sleeping baby was lying on her back, with her face turned towards her
mother, her full cheek against the coolness of the table, chest slowly rising
and falling. Robin noticed the baby's provisional diaper was generously made
from a piece of Raven's cloak. The baby's skin wasn't pale, but wasn't quite as
golden as her mother's; more of a tint of halcyon. For an infant, she had a lot
of hair on her head, the same ivory black as her father's. But it was when she'd
opened her eyes that he was suddenly baffled. It was an odd but amazing sight;
that green fluorescent, pupil-less eyes could belong to this tiny being. And at
the sight of her mother's eyes on his child, the baby was finally forgiven.
Looking back, it was the instant Robin first loved her.

"She is evidently stubborn like her father." she murmured, stroking the little
hairs on her head.

He chuckled. "She looks like trouble, alright."

For the first time in a long time, he breathed easy. Deep, long breaths. For months
and with reason, he'd been stiff, and always on alert; they scavenged through a
war torn zone, in direct line of fire and in any other circumstances he'd never
worry about his partner, being the warrior she was, but he'd been afraid
when he found out she was carrying his child. Afraid that she'd be too weak and
they'd take her, or learn of her vulnerabilities, or learn of the child, or –
he shuddered. There was no saying what they'd do. But now he had the both of
them, safe and healthy in his arms.

Starfire turned her head to him. "She still requires a name."

A name? A name. right. It hadn't even crossed his mind. He thought about a
name; she would need to be a beautiful name of course, one that described with
her eyes –

"Robin, get them out of here, now!" Raven yelled.

No questions were asked. No second was wasted. Starfire sat up and briskly
picked up the baby, Robin then picking her up and fleeing to the back door exit
that Robin had noticed earlier. He whipped the door open and was met with an
alley. He sped left until the alley ended and they were in open air at an
intersection. The air was foggy and grey, but it wasn't enough to conceal them.
They needed to find shelter. Suddenly, faint and far back in the office, was a
loud female grunt of pain.

"Raven!" Starfire yelled, clutching a piece spandex on Robin's uniform.

Robin grimaced at the thought of Raven being left with the assassins, but he
knew what he had to do. He kept running, with his girls in his arms.

"Robin, no!" Starfire yelled.

He was frustrated, he didn't need this, because he wanted to run back, too. "Star,
I have to bring you somewhere safe. She can handle herself."

and with that they were off, a quiet silence between them, in memory of what
felt like a fallen soldier.