The ocean shore lied jagged, the rocky outcropped a torn piece of paper where they meet the rushing waves. The shore was everything at once, every sense bombarded in a way that brought his mind to elevated thought. Eyes open there was every shade of blue before him, every shade from white to browns and greys at his feet. Eyes closed there was the cool breeze, stealing warmth, giving him the taste and smell of the brine. The ocean's music took command of his ears with crashing waves and the cries of the gulls. The pebbles pushed into his soles, shifting as his body leaned more to one side or the other. Behind him, the cliff face rose sharply, graphite in the spring sun. Between rock and wave, he stood intoxicated on the breath of mother earth, of nature and all the wonders she holds.

Robin was sure that the anchor was going to hold the boat for the time being. He wasn't certain but he wasn't fazed. If the boat drifted off to sea, it didn't matter. It was his day off and he can say that some thieves robbed him at gunpoint and took his boat. Who cares? One phone call and his surrogate father would handle the damages, even giving him a better boat. There were benefits being under the Bruce Wayne family.

And Dick Grayson was taking clear advantage of it.

He outstretched his arms as he breathed in the ocean air. He reached into his pocket and reached for a cigarette. How could he tell the other Titans that Dick was a smoker? Robin was a crimefighter, telling children to abstain from drugs, tobacco, and alcohol. Dick couldn't care less what the kids would do. Robin can care tomorrow.

Dick flicked the lighter as he took puffs of his smoke. He nodded approvingly as he waited for this day to not worry if Raven would scoff at the smoke if it messes with her center. Or if Beast Boy would mockingly make fun of him and compare him to Stinky Joe. Starfire would plug her nose and say things to rebuff his advantages.

It may have mattered to Robin.

"There you are, Mr. Butt!"

It mattered not to Dick.

A teenage girl with dark purple hair, dark purple eyes, and pale white skin appeared out from the sky as she landed beside him. He wasn't alarmed. In fact, the teen was relaxed. Instead of wearing her usual costume, she was sporting a heavily bleached black Misfit shirt and short blue jeans. Short enough where he can the lining of her panties.

"Took you long enough to get here, stud," said the teenage girl as she took his cigarette. She kept her eyes on him as she inhaled slowly, her system responding to the smoke, and she felt her lungs being wrapped by a warm blanket. Taking small, slow draws of the cigarette, she felt delighted, like she had never felt before. She passed the cigarette back to the Boy Wonder. He wavered his hands. "You can keep it, I got a spare."

She blew into his teasingly. "What's the matter? I don't have cooties."

"I think I might do," he winked at her as he reached for another cigarette.

"Cooties I can I handle," she said as she pressed herself onto him. He was calm, relaxed as he took a puff from the cigarette. As he tried to exhale, she wrapped her arms around him. He kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. She ran her fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest.

She broke the kiss, releasing the cigarette smoke out of her mouth. "If you have cooties, then I have it there." She came forward as she wrapped herself around Dick once more, grabbing his ass in the process. "This is the beefcake I definitely miss, buttercup!"

"So, I am buttercup this time, Blackfire," asked Robin.

"Thought we were going by first names, you Dick," said Blackfire. She released another smile, gripping his ass once again. "Yet again, we may have to be careful. For I wasn't called Komand'r by accident." She tilted his chin as she pressed her lips to his. "You make me want to do more right here and right now, my lovely Dick."

He pushed her back. "Hey, let's be a bit wise." He coughed. "As much as I am enjoying this moment, we are at a public beach."

She slapped her forehead. "Jesus, Robin. Do you have to play by the rules?"

"Hey, I am with you, am I? We still have to respect certain aspects of nature. And of course, the kids."

Blackfire sighed as she rested her head on his head. "Fine," she said as she stretched the word. "This does mean that I am going rough on you when we find a hotel today."

"Don't worry. Condoms ready and prepared to be used."

She burst into laughter, slapping her thighs in the process. "Why do I love this dork? It's like you are still a virgin." She wiped the tears from her eyes. She lowered her eyes as she tilted his chin once more. "And it seems to me that you need a reminder on this." She pulled him by his collar. "C'mon, let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"Where do you think? We are finding a hotel."

"What about the events of the day?"

"We will do it. But first, we are going to scream and holler our brains out." She patted her ass as they were walking. "I am all backed up and you aren't helping."

"Sorry, Blackfire...I mean Komand'r," said Robin. "But...but…"

"A butt you are and that butt is going to make up for lost time, Boy Wonder," she said to him.

It was at the parking lot where he saw a black pearlescent Vespa. Robin didn't want to question in whether or not she had purchased it or stolen it. Today was his day off and right now, he wanted to ride her.

And of course, the Vespa.

Meanwhile….

Operation Baby Hands was a go as Beast Boy was scrambling in the closet to find gear for their covert mission. As he excused Stinky Joe out of the way as he scrambled in the cesspit he called a closet, he was trying to find binoculars and some camouflage for their mission.

909 Memphis' "Pure Spirit" guided him as he laundry-dived into the dirty clothes hamper to find his tools.

He paused when he had heard a knock at the door. "Come in," he told the guest.

"BB, it's me." The sound of Raven entered the room as she was prepared for Operation Baby Hands. Instead of wearing her usual costume of a cloak and leotard, she was sporting a black Dead Kennedys t-shirt and black soccer shorts. Beast Boy saw from the reflection in his mirror. Them legs!

"Jesus, BB. Don't you ever clean this room up," asked Raven as she kicked the clothes aside to find a place to sit.

"Doesn't bother you whenever we…" He paused when she gave him an angry glare. He had to remind himself that he and Raven haven't told the others that they were in a secret relationship of their own.

"What are you looking for anyway," asked Raven.

"My binoculars mainly. Then camo for this mission, Mama," replied Beast Boy.

"If you want, you can borrow my camo from my closet," suggested Raven as she disgustingly tossed his obviously three-day-old cereal butter to the side.

"I don't want to interfere, Mama," said Beast Boy. "And besides, it wouldn't surprise if that was the very camo I have taken out of your closet."

Raven used her telekinetic powers to pull Beast Boy from the closet and onto her sight. She didn't look pleased. "YOU. TOOK. WHAT?!"

As he nervously smiled, he said, "Sorry, Rae Rae! Me and Cy were on a mission to pursue Mother Mae Eye. And I might have decided to go into your closet without permission?"

"You were stealing?"

"No, Mama! Just borrowing with approval pending."

Raven tightened her fist. As much as she wanted to pounce his lovely, dorky face to kingdom come, she folded and released him. "You owe me. Big time!"

"Like a movie and buying popcorn owe me?"

"No," she told him.

"Then what?" As soon as the last syllable escaped his lips, he finds himself interlocked in a kiss. The tender touch they share made the room around them disappear. There isn't anything else in the world except the burning flame of their love. Something about this feeling made Beast Boy like everything will be okay.

"Friends Beast Boy and Raven," called out the Tamaranian princess.

Raven instantly grabbed Beast Boy and slammed him against the window. Upon arrival, Starfire covered her mouth when seeing the scene. "Oh my Lord, friend Raven. What did he do?"

"What doesn't he do," questioned Raven as she rubbed her hands together. "So, are you and Cy ready?"

"The car is revved up and ready," said Starfire. "But how do we know if friend Robin is?"

"I believe Cy is on the move with that," said Raven. She turned to Beast Boy. "Let's go, you goblin idiot."

Starfire left the room first. Raven turned around and mouthed, "I am sorry, baby," before leaving the room.

Beast Boy jumped from the window and landed on the ground. He spat out a tooth. "Hey! Something to get that paper money for the tooth fairy. Thanks, Robin, for making this day interesting." He smiled as he limped his out of his bedroom.

To be continued….

Earlier….

Starfire closed the door to her room as she was searching for something under her bed. She felt something sturdy as she retrieved the item. It was a large square wooden box. Inside were artifacts that belonged to Robin. Everything - teddy bears, candies, love letters, and the like, professing his love to the unrequited were resting within.

She was scanning the box to see if she was able to find a card that left any information for a contact number for Robin. She had opened the gift cards that contained money. Anything that was of worth, she used and spend it. Now, she was trying to find a trace of anything.

She clicked her tongue as she couldn't find anything. "Oh, zarbnarf!"

For some reason, seeing Robin happy didn't sit right with her. Especially when he wasn't pining after her. Something was going on and she was going to solve it.

To be continued...for real this time….