Just a touch of RobinxStarfire fluffiness XD! The plot will come back with the next chapter, which will be updated VERY SOON, I promise. scout's honor!

Anyway, this has a little reference to my other fic, Her Choice, which is also very much RobxStar. Go check it out!

Robin sighed as he rolled over on his bed. It didn't make sense, the way his thoughts were reeling.

Who the hell does he think he is, treating her that way? I should've knocked him out when I had the chance…

His thoughts traveled to the image of Trionne's hand cupping Starfire's chin, his haughty voice disciplining her for cussing; and then to the looks he gave her in the video transmission, playfully threatening her. It made Robin sick in the worst way; the burning feeling that started in his stomach ran all the way through him. He was angry; very angry, and only the fact that Starfire had growled at the man made him smile.

"I need some fresh air," he groaned, rolling out of his bed onto the floor. It wasn't a graceful move, but Robin was in his pajamas, and that made him normal for a while. (Except the mask. The mask is always on…) He opened his door and listened for the whoosh sound it made; satisfied, he walked through, his eyes closed in a groggy state of contentment. He stopped, subconsciously, in front of Starfire's door, and was not surprised to hear no sound-she was probably having trouble as well, and as Robin walked towards the stairs to the roof, he knew exactly where she was.

He smiled when he opened the door to find her sitting there, on the edge, her hair blowing back as she hugged her knees to her chest. She was in pajamas as well, purple pj's that seemed to drown her in fabric. Walking to stand beside her, he looked up in the direction she was looking, suddenly awake.

"You don't mind, do you?" She nodded no and continued to stare upwards, her eyes bright and questioning. Sitting beside her, his legs out in front, Robin sighed.

"You're really worried about her, aren't you…" It wasn't a question, but the answer left Robin surprised, as Starfire leaned over and lay her head on his shoulder. Putting his arm around her, he pulled her in close, and she held on to him as if for life.

"I have not seen Trionne in many years. I do not know how strong he has become, and it…bothers me that he was able to disable my sister." Her confidence was shaken, despite everything she showed on the outside, and Robin stroked her hair as he looked up to the moon, a crescent of light in the darkness.

"But you've defeated your sister before, Kori, and no matter what, we can handle this together, alright?" Starfire looked up at Robin with a small, sincere smile. Her head was against his chest now, and he was sure she could feel his heart beating out of his chest. Fighting his impulses, he lifted her to her feet and took her hand, leading her down the stairs and to her bedroom door.

Standing in front of the door, he noticed that Starfire's head had begun to droop, and pulled her in for one last hug before bed. As she fell against him, wrapping her arms loosely around his waist, he lay his head on top of her own.

She's…my best friend, the Princess. She's meant to live in some huge castle, surrounded by everything she ever wanted, surrounded by all of the people who love her...and yet she gave up all of that for me-no, for us, her friends, for Earth.

He felt her turn with a contented sigh and pull back slightly to look at his face. They were less than an inch apart, her breath falling against his lips, his nose rubbing against hers.

But maybe, just for this moment…

He slowly closed the gap, pressing his lips against hers softly, fighting back the urge to push her against the wall, to deepen the kiss.

…She's mine, mine alone…

Starfire pressed back, gently, and it took everything Robin had to pull back, just enough to whisper in her ear,

"Go to bed, Kori…" before pressing his lips to hers for one moment more, enjoying the taste as he ran his tongue over them in one quick swipe. Reaching behind her, he pushed the button to open her bedroom door, and lifted her gently, laying her on the bed. He stayed until her eyes drifted shut, a smile playing on her face.

Robin didn't remember walking back to his room, or shifting the covers, or lying in his bed. As he reached to turn off the light, his hand drifted to his lips, and he didn't have any trouble sleeping with his final thought.

And we can take on anything.