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Robin tossed restlessly, his body slamming against the hard couch. He couldn't find a comfortable position no matter which way he maneuvered his body. If he lay on his side, his arm would begin to go numb. If he lay on his back, he would trace endless patterns on the ceiling with his eyes. And if he laid on his stomach, his ribs ached.

Sighing, Robin stood up and began walking to the one place he wanted to be at that moment. Not his room, no. Batman was in there, and he would give anything for Batman to leave right now. Not the roof. Despite how collected he felt when he sat, overlooking the city, he couldn't help but wonder if there was an imposing threat hiding in the streets at that very moment. The same threat that had brought Batman there.

Instead, Robin padded across the floor slowly, trying not to make too much noise. When he reached Starfire's room, he lifted his fist and knocked on the door lightly.

"Star," he whispered, hoping she was awake. Sure enough, the door slid open seconds later, and Starfire grabbed Robin's hand and pulled him into the room, crushing herself against him before he could choke out a hello, or explain why he was there so late at night.

"Oh thank Xhal you have come!" Starfire whispered into Robin's shoulder, wrapping her arms tighter around his waist.

Robin laughed, "You act like you were expecting me."

"Robin, I did not expect you to sleep on the couch all night. It is most uncomfortable. And besides that, we have yet to have a moment to talk since we arrived here. I do not wish for everything that happened in Tokyo to become nothing but a memory just because we have arrived home." Starfire said, and it took Robin a moment to realize that she didn't want them to change just because they had arrived home. He sighed and stepped away from Starfire.

The moonlight streaming in the window cast a light glow on her face, illuminating her cinnamon skin and flaming red hair. Her green eyes blinked up at him expectantly, as if she could see through his mask, and into his head.

"Things won't change, Star. It's just complicated right now."

"You use that word a lot. Complicated. Our whole life is complicated, Robin. But you informed me back in Tokyo that we could be more than just heroes." Starfire said, and Robin leaned back against her dresser, pulling her against him. He pressed his hand against the small of her back, the part that her shirt and skirt did not cover up. Her warm skin felt like fire beneath his cool hand, and he smiled.

"Okay, okay, I get your point, Star. I'm sorry. I truly had planned on being more than just a hero when we came back. But now that Batman is here-"

"Robin?" Starfire said, placing both of her hands on either side of his face.

"Yes?"

"You're still talking." She pointed out, smiling up at him. Taking the hint, he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers lightly. She kissed him back, moving one of her hands from his cheek to tangle it in the hair at the top of his neck. He sighed, pulling back and kissing her again.

While they were in Tokyo, Robin and Starfire had spent plenty of time making up for the time they had lost while being "just heroes." Kissing on boats. Kissing on bridges. Kissing on benches, in front of buildings, and even in front of the ocean. Yet it still felt completely new to Robin, the way their lips molded perfectly together. The way her skin felt warm against him – like fire and ice.

Starfire kissed his jaw lightly, tugging him away from the dresser.

"Star, we can't get carried away right now," Robin whispered, wishing desperately that those words weren't true. He wanted to get carried away. He wanted to forget everything and dispose of the part of him that was a hero. But the truth was, that would mean getting rid of all of him. Sure, there was a normal teenage boy inside of him: the one who wanted to kiss Starfire until he couldn't breathe anymore. The one who wanted to go see R rated movies and play video games all day. But the hero part of him was more dominant.

Starfire sighed, "You are right. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" Robin asked incredulously, gawking at Starfire.

"Yes. I know you are in a tough spot right now, and I know that things are complicated. But there is still a part of me that wants everything to be normal. A part of me that wants us to be normal."

Robin smiled, and grabbed Starfire's hand, leading her to the bed. She eyed him suspiciously, but he gestured for her to climb in. Once she was under the covers, he climbed in next to her, lying on his side so that his stomach was pressed into her back and her head was resting right beneath his chin. He wrapped his arm around her waist.

"My favorite color is red," Robin whispered, and Starfire giggled, placing her arm on top of his and lacing their fingers together.

"Is this your attempt at being normal, or have you simply caught a case of the random?"

"The first one. When I was three, I fell off of a swing and broke my arm. But I didn't want my friends to find my injury boring, so I told them I broke it while fighting off a large dog that was trying to attack me." Robin said, a smile crossing his face. Maybe he could be normal. For one night, at least. For Starfire. In the morning, he could return to his life of a hero. But for now, Robin wanted to be normal.