Two Birds With One Stone

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I was dreaming when I wrote this/ So sue me if I go too fast

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Chapter Twelve: Bye-bye Birdie

"Raven..."

It was hard to think. Richard Grayson couldn't even say how long he'd been in that position. Time wasn't important now. A groan escaped his throat again. Who knew that a simple trail of kisses along his jaw, along his neck, would evoke such excitement? Raven had pulled him close, so that he could feel her breasts lightly brushing against his chest. And that was arousing, too. Between heated kisses she murmured things in a language he didn't understand. French?

He tried to find words for her. Something. Anything. But all he could manage was her name. She didn't seem to mind.

Eventually, he captured her lips with his own again and gently memorized the shape of her body with his hands.

When the knock came at the door he mentally groaned, and felt Raven do the same. They sat up, staring at the door as though wishing there were a trapdoor under the intruder's feet that they could trigger with their annoyed glares.

"Master Richard? Miss Raven? Am I intruding?" came Alfred's voice.

"Damn right you are," Robin muttered.

"Is dinner ready, Alfred?" asked Raven, getting to her feet.

"It will be soon. Shall I serve you in your room?"

"That won't be necessary. We'll be down shortly."

Alfred's footfalls echoed down the hall. Robin made a mental note to talk to him about interrupting his time with Raven later. She was standing with her back to him, looking out the window, apparently. With a great feeling of displeasure, he turned to leave. But Raven must have felt it, for she tugged lightly at his shirt.

"Come here," she murmured. This time, Robin was certain she was speaking French, but for some odd reason he understood. Maybe it was the way she said it. He took a cautious step forward

and was very surprised to find himself on his back the next moment, on her bed. Before he had time to register the fact that she had claimed dominance again, she was kissing him again, one hand resting warmly on his thigh, the other lost in his hair again. Bearing this in mind, he realized that he could easily turn on her. Which he did.

Raven's eyes looked up at him, shining violet. Gently, he leaned over her and kissed the gem on her forehead.

"I love you, Raven."

She threw him off of her, and he thought, for a heart-breaking moment, that he'd said the wrong thing. But she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at the window sill.

Slade.

The window had swung open easily, noiselessly, to permit him. He was perched on the sill, crouching, with his head tilted to the side in a way that made Robin sick and reminded him of a grotesque puppet.

"So sorry to interrupt," he drawled.

Robin was in front of Raven in an instant, ready to fight him off.

"Now, now, Robin," chided Slade. "I'm taking Raven with me this time, and there's nothing you can do about it. Even she knows it."

"I'm not letting you take her," Robin said in a threatening tone.

Slade merely chuckled. "Bye-bye, birdie..."

The next thing Robin felt was a horrible... wrenching sensation in his gut. And a pain in his head like it was being split in two. Then everything was black. And cold. It took him a moment to realize he was unconscious. Or rather. The moment he was conscious again he realized he'd been unconscious.

He was in his own bed. The red numbers on his bedside clock read 2:58 am.

"Did I dream all of that?" he murmured.

But no. There was the unmistakable scent of vanilla on the sheets, and when he looked down at his chest where he was feeling a warmth, he saw a faint blue glowing.

"Raven?" he said into the darkness. No answer.

He remembered.

"Damn!" he hissed, throwing back the covers and getting into his crime fighting uniform.

"Titans," he said into his communicator. "It's time to fly."

The red numbers on his bedside clock read 3 am.

Writer's note: As always, thanks to all those who read, reviewed, and are now waiting most anxiously for the next chapter.

I would also like to thank the people who liked this story enough to make it part of a C2.

The battle begins next chapter, so bear with me while I write it. I want it to be good. I will not abandon this story. I've seen a number of good Robin+Raven fics, but sadly, they have been abandoned. This really pisses me off. And then there are about 9000 other fics that need to go through a spelling/grammar checker and they need a plot. And realistic dialog. In short, they don't belong here.

And the time (3 am) has some significance. If anyone can figure it out, I'll dedicate the next chapter to them.

Pray forgive the shortness of this chapter.

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The writer, you fools