DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITANS OR ANY DC/MARVEL CONTENT IN MY FANFICTION.

RATED M for language, violence and sexual content.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN LEMON(S). BE WARNED AND ENJOY ;)

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Previously on Weak…

His body arches, cumming into me.

He is breathless.

I collapse onto him, as he removes his mask and kisses my forehead.

"I love you, Star."

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I lay lovingly in his arms, as he plants kisses on my head.

"I still can't believe we did it in the Batcave…" I whispered.

He chuckles. "Well, we shouldn't do it too often. Alfred would not approve."

I shake my head. "We should probably go back up s-"

I was interrupted by an alarm from the computer. Richard kisses me lightly on the cheek as he excuses himself from our embrace.

"What is it?"

"There seems to be some trouble at one of our labs and it has Slade written all over it… I'm sorry babe, but I have to go." He walks over to a separate room and in a couple of minutes, he steps out in full Nightwing mode.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this…" I said gesturing at his costume.

"I'm hoping you never do…" He gives me a soft kiss on the lips and walks away, "Oh by the way, Alfred will probably come down soon. He usually gets up when the alarm goes off and communicates with us during our nights out. You should probably cover up or go before he gets down here."

I blush at the thought.

"Umm… Robin?"

He stops dead in his tracks.

"How do I get back upstairs?"

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Over the next few days, I started to get more and more worried with Richard out as Nightwing every night. And when I asked how it went, he would reply the same, "It was fine."

I have never hated three words in my life.

It doesn't help that he comes up bruised and cut all over. Not to mention, he has to be the CEO of Wayne Enterprise and only gets like 2-3 hours of sleep.

I wish I could help in some way.

And don't get me started with sex-or the lack thereof.

I tried so hard to focus on the fashion show and before I knew it, it was the last night before the big day.

There wasn't much to do left, we had done a runway rehearsal and I tweaked the outfits.

It was 12:58am. I doubt Richard's home. I glance at my phone and the only messages received are from Rachel.

The fashion show was tomorrow, and instead of focusing all my energy on it, I was imagining all the things that could go wrong in the night. The man I love is out there, fighting underground villains while here I am putting clothes on aesthetically beautiful people for the wealthy and ignorant.

I make myself laugh. I shouldn't belittle my career so. It helped my mom with her grief for so many years… you wouldn't think she was a widower.

I should be more anxious by the fact that I invited Rose Wilson to my show. I gave her 2 extra tickets so she could bring some friends but secretly hoping she would invite her father and Xavier Redding. Not because I wanted to see them, so that Richard would come and actually be interested in attending.

His mind is on other things these days.

There are days where I can't reach him.

And now I understand why Bruce wanted to retire the old bat costume.

It changes you.

But in Richard's case, it becomes him.

How could I tell this to Richard without seeming entirely selfish?

My phone starts to ring and I put it to my face not looking at the Caller ID,

"Hello?"

"Hey babe!"

I step back, "Richard?"

"Yes, who else silly?"

"I-I thought you would be-"

"-Not tonight, Star. I want to see you. It's late, why aren't you home?"

I could feel my heart quicken.

"I'm at the office. I was about to head home."

"Perfect, I'm on my way to get you. Wait for me." He quickly hangs up.

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"Where are we going?"

"I wanted us to be alone." He says calmly despite his face failing to hide the surprise.

"Ah… is it a special occasion?" I say, admiring his face.

"Does it have to be? You have a very big show tomorrow. I wanted to have an early celebration." He puts his hand on my thigh.

I could feel the blood rush through my veins and I could feel myself burn and moisten between my legs.

"Richard…"

"Baby, I want to apologize... I feel distant from you, and I think you feel that too."

"I do...feel distant. But it's what you do now."

"Star, I don't want you to think that you are any less important."

"I don't feel that way, I just wish I could have you more. Some days I feel like we're ships in the night. And despite living with you, it doesn't feel like we live under the same roof. I'm also scared. I'm worried that you'll come home broken and irreparable."

He didn't answer me right away. His eyes were focused on the road.

At this point, he seemed to be speeding on the highway. We were heading out of town. He did not speak again until we arrived to our destination. There was a tall gate surrounded by a gigantic stone wall, evidently to ward off intruders. As we continued along the driveway, I saw the nice secluded glass house up on the hill hidden by the trees.

"Where are we?" I say as we step out of the car.

"It's a just a little place I go when I want to get away from the city for a day or two. We can easily return if needed."

"Why are we here?"

"I wanted us to be alone together, no distractions and no work."

I walk up the white steps behind him as he taps the code. The door unlocks and he allows me to enter the home first.

He used the dimmer on his left side to reveal a simple but elegant foyer leading into the kitchen and living room. Red roses everywhere, filling the house with it's delicate and intoxicating smell. I kick off my heels and walk up to admire the place.

"This place is beautiful."

"Well, if you like it so much, you can have it."

"What?" I turn around to face him.

"It's yours."

I look at him with confusion, "Do you want me to live here?"

He looks down, as if he's been caught.

"I just thought it would be better-"

"-Better that I stay out of the city?"

He doesn't answer right away.

"I'm not leaving Wayne Manor. I already don't see you as it is… Thank you for your offer but I'm not going anywhere."

"Kory-"

"-Don't Kory me, Richard."

There was a silence between us. There's so much tension that needs to be sorted out but I know I don't want to get into it now. I have too much to worry about with work that dealing with anything relationship-wise will affect how I function tomorrow.

He sighs, "I'm not going to argue with you. It's up to you where you want to stay. Wayne Manor is already one of the safest places to be."

"Thank you, baby." I take his hand and squeeze it.

He kisses my cheek.

"I'm excited for your show tomorrow. You ready?"

"Uuuh, more like nervous. I was a real wreck at work. And there's the matter about Rose Wilson attending the show. Should I be worried?"

"Babe, let me worry about them. Did you make sure we sit together? I'm not taking any chances, she is after all the daughter of Slade Wilson."

"I wonder who she's going to bring. I gave her 2 extra tickets."

"She better not bring that asshole... "

"Sweetheart, play nice...please."

"You know I can't guarantee that."

I grab his butt, "You know I like it when you get a little riled up."

He approaches me briskly, his left arm encircling my waist and drawing me just a few inches to his face. His right hand caressing my cheek as he looks into my eyes. "My God, you're beautiful. If anything were to happen to you… I don't know what I would do."

"No need to get sentimental, Robin. Nothing is going to happen to me." I brush through his hair.

"You know I won't let that happen." He kisses me endearingly.

I could feel myself get weak in the knees again. He pulls away abruptly.

"Is something wrong?" I ask.

He looks down and points at his ear. There's a small clear inner piece in his left ear that I didn't notice earlier. I immediately knew what it was for and that he had to go.

"You should go." I said without trying to sound deflated.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'll be back as soon as I can." He kisses my forehead and then he's gone.

I knew tonight was too good to be true. I guess I'm going to have to stay here in this house by myself. I guess I should do some work after all it's the big day tomorrow.

I took my satchel and emptied its contents onto a desk in what I assume is the study. I'm starting to realize how strangely perfect this place is. Despite its elegance, there is no personal touch to it whatsoever. No picture frames or any evidence that anyone lived here. I can hardly picture Richard staying here for long periods at a time. Richard Grayson does not have the time or luxury to do nothing.

As I was looking through my documents, I noticed a manila envelope. It was the same one I opened in the car on the way to the dinner. I completely forgotten about it.

I opened it again and read the piece of a paper again, Tamaran.

What does it mean?

Any why would it be so important to put into a manila envelope and then fall into my hands?

Well thank God for technology-I pull out my laptop and boot it up. I type Tamaran into the search engine and yield-no results. That's odd. How could there be nothing on this word.

Well that's usel-

My laptop blacks out. "No… no!"

I start button smashing in frustration with no success. Shit!

All of a sudden, the screen goes electric blue with static sounds.

A typing cursor appears in the middle of screen, blinking.

HELLO MS. ANDERS.

After a couple of seconds, it disappears.

I'm in awe.

NOD YOUR HEAD IF YOU CAN READ THIS.

After a couple of seconds, it disappears again.

How does he- I then realize my webcam light is on. My heart is racing. Am I being hacked?

I nod my head, despite my growing anxiety.

THERE IS NO NEED TO PANIC. I AM HERE ON BEHALF OF A FRIEND.

I realize now that each line disappears after 5 seconds. I wonder if they can also hear me as they can see me.

"Can you-can you hear me?"

YES.

"What do you want?"

YOUR HELP.

"What's this even about?"

SLADE WILSON.

What?!

"Who are you?!"

MY NAME IS CYBORG.

YOU CAN TRUST ME.

I WORK WITH BATMAN.

"And what does that have to do with me? I have no idea what you're talking about."

THERE IS NO TIME.

ARE YOU ALONE IN THE HOUSE?

I nod.

GOOD. YOU WILL TELL NO ONE OF OUR CORRESPONDENCE.

"I never said I would help you."

This is getting ridiculous. What the hell can I do? I'm no hero. I'm just a woman trying to make it through life one day at a time.

THERE ARE LIVES AT STAKE. IF YOU WANT TO HELP THE ONES YOU LOVE, YOU MUST LISTEN TO ME.

The ones I love?

"Who are you talking about?"

BRUCE.

RICHARD.

ELISE MONROE ANDERS.

I gasp, putting my hands to my mouth. What does this have to do with my mother?

"What do you know about my mother?"

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SPOKE TO HER?

"Last week, she said she was away on vaca-"

I stopped, the last time I heard from mom was through an email. She said she was on vacation on some island. It was a brief email, which was very unlike her. Between running company and getting ready for the show, I didn't think twice.

"What's happened to her?" I said softly as I try not to let my mind jump to conclusions.

SHE IS MISSING. THAT IS WHY WE NEED YOUR HELP.

"But what can I do?"

I WANT YOU TO GET CLOSE WITH ROSE WILSON.

"I-I don't know if I can."

IF YOU WANT TO HELP NIGHTWING AND YOUR MOM, YOU WILL DO YOUR BEST.

"What about Batman? Do you know where he is?"

I CANNOT DISCLOSE ANY INFORMATION.

"How will I get into contact with you?"

JUST TYPE IN "TAMARAN" INTO THE SEARCH ENGINE AND I WILL KNOW

YOU MUST BE ALONE WHEN YOU COMMUNICATE WITH ME

THE CONNECTION IS SECURE SO YOU AND I ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO CAN SEE OUR CONVERSATIONS

I nod, "One more thing… what is Tamaran?"

IT WILL BE EXPLAINED ANOTHER TIME.

REMEMBER TO GET CLOSE WITH ROSE, DO NOT TALK ABOUT SLADE.

WE DO NOT WANT TO CAUSE SUSPICION.

"Okay. Thank you."

ONE LAST THING.

"Yes?"

KEEP THIS SECRET FROM NIGHTWING.

"Good idea… he wouldn't want me to get involved. But this is...personal."

The screen returns to normal with a blank search engine page.

How am I going to sleep now? I wonder if he has any booze in the house.

END.

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Hi everyone!

I want to apologize for not updating sooner, it's been a super busy couple of week and I haven't been able to sit down and write out the story. The story is going an interesting direction and I am very excited for what's to come. I already have the story laid out in my head so now it's all about execution. I'm glad I got to put all my favourite Teen Titans characters and it's going to be super fun to write about them.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, despite being so short. I'm really glad that Kory will have some involvement in Richard's or rather Nightwing's world as I didn't want her to just sit at home sewing clothes.

Anyway, I don't want to give too much away!

Please review! I love hearing from you all!

Love,

AiZoey