A/N: Hi! Thanks for giving me a chance :)

I know that the category here is Teen Titans, but as Starfire us in it, and it's a "RobStar", I decided to post here too, even if it happens on Young Justice.

FIRST OF ALL: English isn't my first language, I am Brazilian. I have been writing fanfics for a long time in my mother language and I want to start translating them, mainly because the brazilian Young Justice fandom is very small. So any strangeness in translation I'd be very happy to be helped and guided. Thank you!

I watched the cartoon in portuguese and Dick doesn't have the same "puns" with the words, like in the original. So don't expect it here, as I certainly don't master this part hahahThis story passes after the end of the second season (I didn't like the third, so let's pretend it doesn't exist lol), and Wally came back from the acceleration force, but he and Artemis retired for good.

- On Starfire, I like uniforms that show skin. I know it doesn't fit so much with the YJ universe, but I like it, it's my storie, so the uniform is tje DcYou hahah

- Each chapter was written thinking about a song from Shy Girls' Timeshare album. There are 6 songs, so one had to stay out hahahaI guarantee that the experience will be a thousand times cooler if you read with the song, with the album :) they are very amazing songs!

The link to the album is this: https/open./album/1delDCd0G5H1kZE3oNndal?si=lj1xWu5rSL-zuyNe9P0AEA

Thanks kyoani for the beautiful cover

The first song is Voyeur's Gaze.

Good reading! :)

Sight

I'll show you everything

Everything you wanted to go home with

I'll show you everything

Everything your eyes can devour, babe

I'll show you everything

I can feel the pressure from your gaze now

I'll show you everything, I'll show you everything

Aqualad was certainly saying something. He wouldn't gesture towards the holograms, showing them carefully, if he wasn't saying something that, Dick knew, must be very important. Even though Kaldur projected his voice loud enough for everyone to hear over a long distance, Nightwing did not hear a thing. In his ears, only a noise that reminded him of the waves of the sea against the coast.

Okay, Dick understood that he should have a little more self-control, recognized that he was losing his focus, the one that had been gained with so much effort and hard training, during his many years of constant vigilance. Self-control that had been shaped by Bruce, through effort, and that was really, really important to people like him. For heroes without mutation. But the fact that his mask hid so well the way his eyes looked at something else, which certainly had nothing to do with Aqualad, made it seem easier to just throw that self-control out the window and completely ignore his friend.

10 people in the Watchtower and none of them suspected that their rigid posture, the contracted jaw, were just a hoax.

The reason for his lack of attention had a name and a long red hair, full of curls, falling to her broad, perfect hips. God, Dick was so focused on her that nothing else seemed to exist around him. It was impossible to stop looking at Kori for even a second.

Maybe it was that hair tone – and everyone knew the fall he had for redheads – and also the way the curls sometimes curled together, in an almost organized mess. Perhaps it was the huge, expressive eyes, deeply green, in which he got lost whenever he looked at her for a long time. And everything about her was so designed, it looked so perfect, so… made for him. Especially for him to admire.

Richard had noticed everything, each unusual, unique hue.

The way her tiptoes sometimes lifted slightly off the ground, the screaming urge to fly, forcing her into her core, until she noticed what was happening and stepped firmly back. The way she tilted her head to the side, her ear almost touched her shoulder, and narrowed her beautiful bright eyes, probably confused by some joke that Beast Boy or Impulse had made during a mission. Even now, as she unconsciously ran her tongue over her upper lip, her cupid's bow calling out to him intensely...

Dick almost coughed. He shifted his body weight to another leg and tried to understand, once and for all, what Kaldur was saying, so seriously, looking at everyone at the same time, as a unit. Seriously, Dick really tried, he tried very hard. Didn't work; a few seconds after having absorbed the word "Bialya", and realizing that it was the map of the country they were supposed to look at, his eyes were back on his teammate.

How long had he felt this way about Starfire? A lot of weeks, maybe, if he was calculating right. She had arrived on Earth, therefore on Time, not long ago. Nightwing was there when she fell from the sky, quick as a comet, shouting nonsense in a strange language and destroying things as if they were nothing much. He had been impressed by the living fire on her head, flames dancing around her, while the green energies flowed from her eyes filled with fury. He had been impressed by how each piece of her clothes, too small in her muscles, seemed to sparkle and have been sewn over her turned body, just for her. It was difficult to take his eyes off her from the first minute.

Then, after dodging his electrified sticks too easily, she kissed him. She actually kissed him, holding him by the collar as if doing him a favor, as if the honor were all his – and wasn't it? – and she had glued her lips to his, in an aggressiveness that belonged to her. Their tongues had barely touched when Kori snapped them apart, finally speaking his language. She explained later, more gently and less brusquely, that she had kissed him just to learn the language, since it was a skill that her people had, but still. Nightwing felt responsible for her; Dick, much more.

And if he had been attracted to the girl in the first 10 seconds he had seen her, imagine just having to live with her? It was difficult for him, in his full 20 years, to look at the waist line, which her uniform kept naked, and not to feel the slightest desire to touch her with his fingertips and pull her towards him, against his chest and his groin.

But Starfire was more than just that, just a silly attraction. Dick had been with a good number of women - many of them, talking about it, from the team itself, with whom he had to talk now and try not to think too much about "that" day, in his room, or in her apartment, or in the cheap hotel, or on a wall during a mission, that "things" had happened. He and Babs, for example, continued to have an affair: the colorful friendship was full of deep tones, which they could not shake off.

But with Kori it was different. He wasn't attracted to her the way he had been with Zatanna for two years. No, Dick had never lost his attention so completely when he was with Zatanna, or Barbara, or Rocket, or anyone else. The alien, however, simply seemed to be above that, any screaming sensation he had felt for the others. She seemed… more.

He couldn't help looking at her – and Kori was fogging, completely, slowly, dangerously, his entire field of vision.

He loved watching her train, because she smiled – God, he loved that smile – for him whenever she hit a new and more difficult blow. He loved it when Kori delivered such blow on the field, beating the villains without changing her serious and overwhelming expression. He loved it when the team decided to watch a movie together and she, sitting on the benches, away from the sofas, couldn't stop asking why things were happening that way - he also loved the fact that Kori didn't understand, or refused to do it, which was a "young lady in trouble". He loved the extraordinarily perfect way that those purple uniform shorts were so short that he could see perfectly the way the golden skin on her thighs looked much softer than everything else...

Something told him that Kaldur was speaking louder; some important information should be being passed on. Slowly, Nightwing started to raise his gaze, going over her hips, to her flat, naked belly, totally exposed… How could anyone fight so well in a uniform like that? Damn, he also loved the way she was so sure of herself and her skills, learned in Okaara, or so he understood, in her royal training. He couldn't help thinking that Wonder Woman had certainly approved of her outfit, with a nod and a proud look. Kori wasn't an amazon, but she had the appearance and, in battle, the way of one. Dick bit his bottom lip, continuing his most interesting ride to her purple top, a single green jewel shining at the neckline, right in the center of her massive breasts. He went up to her neck, thinking of a trail of kisses, and, after her chin, lifted high, he found her lips full and moist. Richard felt the need to straighten the collar of his suit, suddenly feeling hot.

Then came the upturned nose, small in her face, and her eyes of sparkling green sclera, under the thick lashes and so, só black it would be... At that moment, Starfire turned her face carefully in his direction.

Nightwing froze in his place, a shiver of "I was caught" going up his spine; his jaw locked. Argh. But Kori just lifted her lips in a contained smile, as if she knew she was being watched, but didn't care at all. As if she could see under his mask.

"What's it?" Dick could hear Cassie asking in a whisper, as if Aqualad really wasn't going to hear her. She had stared in a funny way at the redhead, finding the sudden smile strange. Starfire just shrugged her shoulders, exaggeratedly, and whispered back.

"I finally understood what the Blue Beetle meant..." That was all she answered, but she winked both eyes at Dick, mysteriously, and turned her attention back to the team leader.

Nightwing, now looking at Kaldur, crossed his arms at the breastplate and had to contain a sigh. That was it. She was driving him crazy – and it didn't look like it was going to end anytime soon.

You can be my voyeur if it turns you on,

you can be my voyeur if it turns you on

A/N:

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