Robin stalked down the hall ignoring the calls of his friends and teammates, he needed to be alone. He was headed in the direction of his room but something caught his eye, a white light, no, a white cape fluttering in the corner of his eye. He turned, nothing was there. He heard a whisper down the hall. He followed it carefully. He continued down the hall, he was getting closer to the whisper. Then he saw her the way he had seen her before, powerful and beautiful. The White Raven.

He stopped and stared at her, she made no movement or sound. She stood outside of Raven's room, he opened his mouth to say something the room opened and she slipped inside closing the door behind her. He ran to the door and flung open the door.

"Raven!" he shouted as he burst in the room.

"Richard?" she asked looking up at him with surprise.

Robin staggered back, he expected to see the White Raven, hood drawn and cape flowing. The Raven he saw before him had no hood, no cape, and was definitely not in white. This Raven lay on her side in a bed, the covers drawn down enough to show she wore a black tank top, the curve of her hip was bare a thin strip of dark blue fabric covered the skin that divided hip and thigh. He had seen her bare legs many times, but somehow in this way, in this setting it was as if it were through a new perspective. He could see the lean muscle in her legs, enough to tell him she was strong but still feminine enough to make his flesh ripple. His eyes traced her legs back up, he caught himself before he thought too long on the flesh beneath the dark blue panties. Her shirt was snug, it showed off her flat stomach and as much as he tried to restrain his own thoughts he couldn't help but note the perkiness of her breasts. Her hair was still the same unique and beautiful color it had always been, but now it was long and layered, she was propped on her elbow and he could see that it likely reached her mid back.

As their eyes met Robin gasped, it was her. The real her, her eyes, her soulful deep eyes could never be forged, this was his Raven. Fear crossed those eyes, she sat up and moved off the bed towards him.

"Richard what's the matter?" her voice held a mild panic in it.

"You're back." He replied softly with a smile.

Her face scrunched and she tilted her head slightly in confusion. She opened her mouth to say something but he ran to her and took her in his arms holding her tightly.

"I missed you so much, I felt so lost without you Raven. Never ever do that to me again." he whispered into her ear.

"Richard I-"she began.

He ran his fingers through her hair, enjoyed her lingering sent of lilacs and held her tighter just to know she was there.

"I have to tell you something Raven." He said softly. He pulled back enough to look her in the eye but still hold her in his arms. She was so beautiful, so strong and yet so fragile. He brought his hand to her chin and rubbed his thumb against her cheek. He smiled at her, and she looked at him with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "I love you Raven. I should have told you a long time ago, and every day after. I was an idiot, but I'm not anymore. I love you Raven."

She smiled up at him and reached a hand out to his face, he leaned into it and she let out a small chuckled.

"I know Richard, and I love you." She whispered as she closed the small space between them.

Her kiss was warm and sweet, it sent chills through his core. His hands found their way to her hips and pulled her closer to him, her kiss grew more passionate, and he found himself moving closer to the bed. Her arms moved around his neck, she pulled away from his lips long enough to let out a small laugh and use his shoulders as leverage to lift her legs up around his waist. His hands moved down to her legs to give her support and he closed the distance to the bed, he lay her down and looked down at her as she looked up at him with a devilish grin. He smiled and bent over to kiss her again.

His mind raced and his body burned with passion, he longed for her, dreamt of this moment, now it was here. She was awake, he had told her he loved her and she had returned his love. She was his.

Robin lay in the bed with his eyes closed, Raven had her head on his chest and he ran his fingers down her bare back. He had never felt so much pleasure or so much happiness.

"What was in that water?" asked Raven with a laugh.

"What?" asked Robin with honest confusion.

He felt her move to prop herself on his chest to look up at him, he opened his eyes and looked down at her, her bare shoulders and wild hair was enough to make him consider their previous activity again.

"You got up to get a glass of water and come back in shouting my name then acting like you haven't seen me in years, and then we made love like it was our first time together. Don't misunderstand, it was amazing, but it felt like you were seeing me, exploring me for the first time again. So again I ask, what was in that water?"

He moved to sit up forcing her to also sit up. She pulled the sheet around her. For the first time he saw the sheet, it was white, it wasn't the black her sheets had always been. The bed was larger than her bed used to be, he looked up at the walls and saw they too were no longer black and shades of grey or dark blues and purples. The room was bright, the sheets were white, and the blankets were light greens and creams. The walls were olive green with an accent wall of dark brown and a stone fireplace in front of the bed. There were paintings and flowers decorating the room, this wasn't Raven's room.

"Where are we?" he asked

Raven looked at him with confusion.

"Where are we? Richard this is our bedroom. Are you ok?" There was true concern in her voice.

"Wait, 'our' bedroom?"

"Ok you are beginning to frighten me, what is going on." She wrapped the sheet tighter around her and moved to sit on her knees.

Was this a dream he wondered, had he imagined this all? Was he asleep in his bed, was Raven still trapped in the black mass?

"Are we together? Do we share a room?" he asked.

"Are we- Are you serious?" her voice was shaky, he knew she was getting scared, unsure what was happening or what she expected he tried to comfort her.

"Sorry, I took a hard hit to the head last night, everything is a little fuzzy." He said with a smile.

Her face grew sad, her fear replaced by what seemed to be disappointment. She got up from the bed and moved to a dresser. She lifted the sheet so it was around her shoulders now hiding all of her skin from him, it felt like she had built a wall between them in that motion. She seemed to be pulling clothes out and dressing under the sheet.

"You went fighting last night." She asked, her voice was calm.

"Uh yea.." he tried to think of a villain to mention but his mind was not focusing. He wanted to assure her he had been in no danger in this make believe fight. "Just out patrolling, ran into a little trouble, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. I promise." He smiled.

She slammed the drawer shut and dropped the sheet. She picked it up and threw it at him.

"You promised you were done!" she shouted angrily. "You swore that after Bludhaven it was over! I should have known you wouldn't keep your word, just like last time."

She angrily walked into what appeared to be a bathroom and slammed the door. Robin quickly got up and put on the first pair of pants he could find. He knocked on the door and tried to talk to her.

"Raven, Raven please talk to me. Just tell me why you're so upset, what did I do?"

On the other side of the door he heard her moving around, likely pacing.

"You broke your promise, again!" she shouted.

"Raven please just come out here and talk to me, we can figure this out."

The door opened and Raven stood before him dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, black boots, and a button up short sleeved red blouse. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail with some of the shorter pieces framing her face like long bangs. She looked as beautiful fully dressed as she did naked. He smiled at her. She did not return the smile.

"We don't have time for this. Roy will be here any minute." She said clearly still angry.

"Roy?!" Robin growled. "Why is Roy coming here?"

She looked at him with an even angrier look than he knew she had.

"To bring John home, or did you forget about our son too?" she said angrily walking past him.

He stood still, staring into the bathroom she had just left. His body frozen his mind which had raced with questions and thoughts since the moment he had first seen her again now stood perfectly still and silent.

"We have a son?" he whispered quietly to himself.