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Robin was the last one to leave the hall. The rest had gone to occupy themselves in their work, and now he was the only one left. Jinx. H.I.V.E. Slade. Raven. Raven. That name always seemed to fill up his mind whenever he thought of her. He didn't know how fast Cyborg could fix up Raven's room, and he hoped it was fast enough for his liking. Raven only emitted coldness while with him, and he never knew what was to come from the witty demoness.
Trudging upstairs, he didn't need to punch in any code since his door was in ruins; so he just walked right in. It was dark and there was total silence. Somehow it gave him the feeling that Raven had chosen to disobey him. Sighing in frustration, he flicked on the lights. He was going to march into Raven's room and… Wait. Apparently, Raven was there after all. As he looked at his bed, he saw a bump underneath the blankets, just like a pile of pillows hidden underneath. The bump rose and fell rhythmically, and Robin almost smiled to himself.
Flipping over the blankets, he found Raven curled up into a ball, sleeping soundly. Her cloak was off; all she was wearing was her leotard, though her belt remained on her hips. She looked pretty good though, sleeping like that. This was definitely the first time Robin had seen Raven sleeping before, and sometimes he thought that she never slept at all. So it seemed that his belief was wrong. Very wrong.
Lifting Raven such that she was in a right position, her gently placed the blankets over her, murmuring, "It's not that cold." Sighing again, he pulled off his shirt and dumped it on the bed, stretching his sore arms and legs from all that fighting. Glancing at the clock, he cursed. It was already 3 am, and he was missing well-needed hours of good sleep. Removing his boots as well, Robin went into the toilet, and closed the door behind him. His room was in a mess, but he didn't bother about it. He wasn't known for his tidiness anyway. Peeling off his mask but keeping the pants on, he switched on the shower, and let the cool water run over his hair and his back, enjoying the feel and also washing away some blood that still dripped from a bruise on his arm. Getting out, he changed into track pants but did not put any shirt on; he always slept topless anyway.
"Didn't know you slept without a shirt." Robin spun around, slapping his mask to his face, and saw Raven standing at the door, leaning against the wall. She did not appear to have slept, though.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Robin demanded angrily, his fists clenched. Damn, this girl was so going to be the hell of him.
"Well… how should I say it? Oh, yes, waking up to see who did not close the door while he bathes?" Raven replied sarcastically, watching with satisfaction as Robin's face reddened.
"Don't you do that ever again." Robin warned, walking past her to the bed. He caught an angry glare from the demoness. She had probably thought that he would allow her to sleep in the hall or something. Turning around, he looked at her and added, "Don't mind me sleeping topless?"
Raven glowered. "I don't give a damn," she mumbled, then marched right past him and back to the bed. She sat down, arms crossed, and she gave no sign that she was going to go back to sleep. She looked at the bed, then at Robin, who was busy flexing his muscles. Stupid Robin. I should have wrung your neck when I had the chance. Blame me for being nice.
Robin got onto his bed like always, in a type of spread eagle position, and he ignored the fact that Raven was still sitting on the other side. Switching off the lights, he peeled off his mask and looked at the ceiling without the protection of his mask. He heard a little shuffling, then felt something soft and warm: Raven's hair probably. It took a long while before he could try to go back to sleep.
Raven lay there, blinking at nothing. She could feel Robin's ungloved hand on her hair, but she didn't move. Instead, she lay quite still. She liked the feeling of his hand on her, and she wanted to…. Shit this isn't what I'm supposed to be doing. Slowly, she shifted away. She couldn't sleep. Demonesses like her hardly slept, and when they did, it was a long, long sleep.
Robin's eyes were closed, but he wasn't sleeping. And he was sure that Raven was not sleeping either. Both of them lay there like idiots, each having one side of the bed, each ensuring that they did not cross over the line that divided the two sides of the bed. Robin shifted a little. Maybe he should create conversation. Or maybe he could just ignore the apathetic demoness. Heck, he'll talk.
"Raven?"
There was some silence. Then came a grumpy, "What?"
"You aren't sleeping are you?"
"Would I still be talking to you if I'm sleeping?"
"Sorry."
Another silence. And this time, it was genuine hesitation.
"Whatever." Came the apathetic reply. Sometimes Robin was puzzled about how Raven could even remain so indifferent in every situation.
"You aren't sleeping right?"
"Can you stop asking that stupid question?"
"Fine. Can we talk?"
There was yet another silence. "Sure."
"You know the H.I.V.E thing?"
"Yeah."
"We've got to train."
"Urh… I think I knew that quite long ago?"
"Just wanted to mention."
Both of them fell silent. This was just idle conversation, but somehow it helped them fall asleep. Robin fell asleep first, giving out soft, gentle snores while Raven listened. It helped her to calm her senses, though she still had this defensive control over her feelings. Slowly, unknowingly, she fell asleep. And this time it was genuine sleep.
No much movement but I just have to describe first day together in a room. Adventure comes later. :p But don't stop reading! I'm going to create this very romantic scene together after Raven's room gets fixed… You wouldn't guess. :p Reviews!