Robin hastily took off his uniform and threw in into his closet. He quickly dressed himself in a thin, blue robe and fell onto his bed.
For what seemed like hours he laid on his bed with his hands clasped behind his head. So much had happened all in one day and he was, to say the least, feeling pretty damn tired. He gazed up at his dark ceiling and closed his eyes. Slowly he began to drift of to sleep.
Robin awoke a little while later to the sound of a metal door being opened. His eyes were still weighted down with sleep and his mind seemed to be temporarily clouded.
A puzzled look found it's way to the boy wonder's face when he felt his bed sink a little bit lower due to some unknown force. But soon, a smile tugged at his lips as he smelled the sweet but calming scent of lavender.
Naturally, being the great detective he was, it didn't take him long to figure out that something was not quite right. With a groan, he slowly opened his eyes.
"HOLY SHIT!" Robin rasped in surprise, and sunk deeper down into his pillows.
He stared into two lovely violet eyes that seemed to smile back at him, glittering mysteriously in his dark room.
It took his sleep logged brain a couple of seconds to process exactly what was going on.
Robin blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn't in some sort of dream, but no matter how he looked at it, it seemed pretty clear--that his teammate and friend, Raven Roth, was currently in a dangerously short, deep purple night gown, lying on top of him.
Robin tried to back up, only succeeding in falling into more pillows. The teenage boy gasped in surprise as the goth girl snuggled closer to him, burying her head into his chest.
Finally Robin managed to find his voice. "R-raven! W-what the HELL?"
Unfortunately, Robin's voice was lost yet again as two soft lips were pressed against his own.
