(A/N)- Nothing is cuter than my favorite ships dressing up as my other favorite ships. I enjoyed this prompt a lot.

Also it gave me an excuse to write my favorite honorary Titan.

Disclaimer: I got a bottle of pink moscato but I ain't got the rights to Teen Titans. Darn.

RobStar Week 2018, Day 2 - Cosplay

"Robin?" Starfire called, hovering outside his door. "Will you not come out?"

From behind the metal slab there came only a heavy sigh.

Next to her, impatiently tapping her foot, Argent puffed out a breath.

"I 'aven't got all day, love," she said. "I need to check the fit and make sure the cape is long enough. I can't keep Herald on call forever."

Raven stepped up next to them, soundlessly. "It'll take Herald less than five minutes to teleport over, pick you up, and teleport back. He'll be fine." She joined the other two waiting outside Robin's door and crossed her arms. "Robin, seriously. Just open the door and let us see."

Another sigh from inside his room, but this time followed by reluctant shuffling footsteps and a hiss as the door slid open.

Starfire hopped up into the air with an excited squeal, clapping her hands. "Oh Robin, you look wonderful!" she gushed.

He grimaced, frowning down at the costume–a simplified but fairly accurate rendition of Batman's iconic cape and cowl. "Glad you think so, at least," he muttered. He looked up at his girlfriend with wrinkled eyes. "Are you sure about this?" he asked her.

Enthusiasm dimming somewhat, Starfire set back down on the floor, hands clenched to her chest. "What is wrong, Robin?"

"I'm just…" He gestured uselessly at his getup, stumbling over his thoughts and trying to articulate the source of his discomfort. "It just feels weird to go to a con dressed up as my own mentor."

"Were you not the one who suggested it in the first place?" asked Starfire, slightly bemused.

"I know, but I didn't think it'd feel so wrong when I actually put it on," he admitted. With a quick glance at Argent he continued, "I mean, the fit's fine, as far as I can tell, it's just wearing the cape and cowl itself. It'd be the same if Donna was the one dressing up as Wonder Woman instead of you, Star. It would just be awkward."

"Robin, it's a costume, you're not actually dressing up in the Batsuit," Raven groaned, putting a hand over her face.

"No… I understand," said Starfire, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Even if it is an imitation, it is making you confront the idea and possibility of potentially having to take up your k'norfka's mantle." As usual, Starfire was perceptive enough to hit things right on the mark, even if Robin couldn't find the words to tell her himself. The Tamaranian smiled gently at him. "If makes you feel that uncomfortable, you do not have to wear it." Her eyes darted to check with Argent. "We will pay you for your trouble."

"Was about to say…" Argent quipped, a smile cracking her face.

Now Robin was shaking his head. "No, no," he said. "You've already put the work into it, the least I can do is wear it without complaining for one day." He inhaled heavily. "Just… gotta work past it in my head is all."

"I am sure you will," Starfire told him with confidence. Her eyes lit up. "Should I go put on my attire too? Then we can see how we will look together!"

He had to admit he'd been looking forward to seeing Starfire in Wonder Woman's iconic battle outfit. Those long legs and those bare shoulders…

Raven cleared her throat pointedly.

Mortified, Robin quickly shielded his thoughts. "Uh… Sure, if you want," he said, blushing.

With an excited squeal, Starfire darted off, air wafting behind her. Argent moved in to make a few adjustments, conjuring scarlet pins with her powers.

"Anything too tight or too loose?" she asked.

Robin picked at the collar of the cowl, scratching. "This fabric is nothing like high-performance kevlar," he complained. "It's too light and it itches."

"'s'not designed for comfort, darling, it's to look good in pictures," Argent told him, taking in the seam of one leg. "You want it to be functional, I'd 'ave to ask Batman himself for his texile construction secrets. And his fabric supplier."

Robin winced. "Yeah, that's not happening."

"Precisely."

"Robin!" called Starfire from down the hallway. "Does this meet with your approval?"

That was quick, Robin thought, turning his head so he could see her… and then promptly losing all sense of himself.

It looked even better on her than he'd thought it would.

Raven noted Robin's mental catatonia with a chuckle. "Of course," she laughed. "I think it does, Starfire," she told the girl. "I think it definitely does."

Starfire giggled happily, enjoying the pink tones in Robin's face.