Robin P.O.V

I suppose it's sweet that Cassie is worried about me, and I guess I'm kind of touched that she noticed. Being teenagers, most of the group can be a bit self-centered when it comes to noticing things. I'm the same, but we do notice some things sometimes it seems.

Was I really that out of it?

But I do have my reasons.

This morning I was kissed.

By the last person I would have thought to ever kiss me.

But as well as that, I… I don't know how to admit it really. But I liked it.

I've never really though about relationships or romance too much and I guess that's kind of un-healthy for a teenager. Not to mention wanking isn't all that much fun, so being kissed for the first time in ages I'm almost jumping for a chance to have some more. Yet if I wanted to get laid there's loads of places I could go, Gotham is full of prostitutes and plan old Tim would be able to go up to any of them and pay for a good time with the small pile of money that I've got saved.

But getting laid isn't what I'm thinking about.

I'm thinking about the way one of my best friend's soft lips touched upon mine and sent a to my heart that was so fresh and different that I feel like I'm shaking off the cobwebs and taking a look around my life for the first time.

Speaking of looking around I should really stop staring at the computer consol and start using it, Batman will be thinking that I'm getting lazy and getting up late. But he's willing to give us space, so I hope he'll just accept I'm late to call him with out need of an excuse.

After tapping a few keys I'm listening to the ringing tone over the computer speakers, seeing black on the screen till Batman picks up.

But it turns out only Alfred is in the cave.

"Hello young master," his smooth English voice floats out the speakers as his calm face appeared on the screen. That's one thing about Alfred; he's the un-sung hero of the Bat clan and always reminds me of someone like Merlin out of the King Arthur tales, always there in the background just never really stepping forward to take control.

"Hi Alfred, where's Bruce? I was supposed to contact him ten minuets ago but got held up by breakfast."

"The master is in the Watch Tower holding a meeting with Superman and is to be joined by the rest of the league in an hour. He left instructions that you were to keep monitoring for crime and make sure that no one tries to take advantage of the disaster to commit any large crimes while the Leagues back is turned."

"Alright Alfred but even the Joker has enough heart in him to not attack while the worlds in shock, he likes the laughs."

"Yes Young master but there are other large criminals out there besides the Joker sir."

I gave him a dead pan look as I realized that I was getting a minor scolding for being so narrow minded about the bad guys the Clan has faced. "Sorry Alfred, I'm just a bit distracted at the moment is all, but I'll set the computers to scan and patrol at local areas every two hours."

Alfred nodded and wished me a pleasant day before closing his end of the link.

This did not look good.

All day.

Alone.

With nothing to do.

Except…

Try and figure out what this morning meant –if it meant anything- to Superboy and to myself. Would our relationship still be the same or would he want to flirt with me hoping I was interested? Or maybe he would avoid me completely, fearing painful rejection and humiliation?

Do we go back to just being friends and pretend nothing happened?

But even as I think this, while setting the computer up to scan, I feel something like pain coming into my chest. It's not a physical pain I don't think but, it's like feeling little needles wigging there way into my heart, threw my ribs and digging there way in to the delicate flesh of my heart.

Did it mean that I cared about him and my heart was trying to tell me something?

I shake my head to get rid of the stupid thoughts and to bring myself back to the present. What did it matter? You never know, Superboy might just hate me for my reaction of freezing there. He's never been rejected before, and we all act differently.

I doubt he'll be like that, he's still human underall that ego just like I am.

Turning around, I start to walk to the garage, towards my bike and my only thoughts are, I hope the fool doesn't do anything stupid to get himself hurt.