Yeah yeah, I know. I have a story to attend to. Shhhhh.

They said he wouldn't relax. They said he never took a break. They said that Slade was never coming back and he was worrying too much. So maybe he hadn't come out of his office in a few hours, maybe he felt like he hadn't blinked in the same amount of time, maybe he still had a jumbo whiteboard and cork board dedicated to Slade, he was fine. He paused in his typing and pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. It was late.

Robin stretched his arms above his head. He heard his back pop a few times as he leaned back. He glanced at the clock. 12:48. It was already tomorrow. Or today. Something. Robin groaned.

"I need sleep," he said through a yawn. He hadn't looked away from the security camera footage since he had come in here. Which was probably six hours ago. He stood up and stretched his arms again. After cleaning up the papers and evidence folders that were strewn across his desk, he turned the keys in the locks of his filing drawers and pushed in his chair. He went to the door and walked through it sluggishly as it slid open. He had to punch in the lock code twice in his exhausted fumbling before it armed the defenses. With a silent yawn on his lips, he made his way towards his room.

She lay in her bed, ruby red hair splayed across her pillow. Suddenly, a green light illuminated the room as a pair of shimmering eyes blinked open. Starfire leaned forward until she was sitting up on her bed. A she wore a slight frown on her face as she turned to swing her legs off of the side of her bed. She picked up a garishly pink magazine from her bedside table and flipped it open to a page that she had marked.

Can't fall asleep? Try a glass of warm milk, it'll calm you right down!

Starfire smiled and floated out of her fluffy pink bed and hugged her arms to her chest. It was chillier than she thought. She took a small blanket off of her bed and wrapped it around her shoulders. Satisfied with her attire, she floated to her door and opened it, turning the corner quickly.

Bam!

A certain teenager in a traffic light suit happened to turn the corner at the same time. The two collided and were knocked backwards. While Robin merely stumbled, rubbing his forehead, in Starfire's shock she fell to the ground, her blanket underneath her. When Robin opened his eyes to the shocking sight of Starfire in her pajamas he blushed brightly, a red that was soon mirrored on the Tamaranian princess's face when she looked up at him.

It wasn't that Starfire's night wear was inappropriate, it was just… unexpected. Robin knew that a new line of Teen Titans themed merchandise had been released, pajamas being part of the scheme, he himself had approved it. However, he hadn't expected to see any of the clothes in the tower. Much less on Starfire.

To his surprise and embarrassment, Starfire seemed to have accumulated the whole collection of Robin PJs. Because each Titan had designed their own set of clothing (except for Raven; Starfire had taken the time to complete that task for her unenthusiastic friend), it reflected each's unique style. Robin had chosen an efficient style, a T-shirt that mimicked his uniform shirt and green sweatpants that bore his R logo. He had also included a black and yellow blanket to copy his cape. And Starfire had them all.

The two stared at each other speechless for a moment, Starfire trying to convince herself that this was only a dream and Robin trying to convince himself that he was only misunderstanding something.

"Um… Starfire?" The alien girl gulped.

"Yes, Robin?" came her strangled reply as she tried to wrap the cape blanket around herself.

"Are those…" She bit her lip and nodded slightly. He quirked an eyebrow.

"So… why?" he questioned. She blushed brightly and giggled nervously.

"You see, I could not resist." This confused him even more.

"Why—"

"Please do not question it, Robin, it will be very… the awkward to explain it to you. Let us leave it at the fact that I believed your design to be the most creative of our teams bed clothing designs." She looked up into his eyes pleadingly. After a moment, Robin shook his head and laughed nervously.

"Whatever you say, Star. What are you doing up so late?" He offered her his hand and she took it gladly. Once standing, wrapped the blanket around herself again.

"I read in a magazine that the warm milk will help one fall asleep more easily. Is this not true?" Robin scratched the back of his neck and smiled. Starfire was adorably innocent.

"I've heard that too. I'm not sure if it's true or not, I've never tried it." Starfire clapped her hands and then took his wrist, half leading half dragging the team leader towards the main ops room.

"Well, let us discover together whether or not this advice is correct!" He was embarrassed, but couldn't complain. After all, he was being dragged to the kitchen to get warm milk with the most amazing girl he had ever met. There were worse things that could happen.

Worse things like Cyborg having blackmail photos of him and Starfire passed out on the couch, both decked out in traffic light garb, leaning up against each other and milk mustaches plastered on their upper lips. And those photos being posted on every social media that the Titans had access to.

But then, Robin had to learn to relax, take a break and stop worrying at some point, didn't he?

I love these two, but am I the only one who thinks they're almost too sweet to last? I don't know, I always had this head canon that they end up with a mutual break up after a year or so. But until then, fluff for you, fluff for you, fluff for EVERYONE!

Haha, ignore me. Laterade.