Robin put me down on the roof of my apartment. It was a little sad that he knew which window was mine. This just showed he'd rescued me too many times. I voiced this aloud and I watched the hero chuckle, his mask crinkling around the edges. I had never really thought about it, but he and Tim were really my only friends. And I didn't even know Robin's name or even what he looked like.

"You know I don't even know your name" I said, voicing me thoughts. He pulled himself onto the roof once he opened my window for me.

"I know" he sat down on the edge, his feet hanging off the roof. It was funny how the spandex suit made his body look almost shapeless; like a cartoon. But you could tell that below the costume, it was just barely tight enough to see all the muscles that the thin boy hid under the cape and mask.

I joined him, "I can't believe this"

"What?" he said, looking over the cityscape that was below us. We were up pretty high, but I wasn't scared at all, because I knew that he would catch me no matter what. I felt like I was betraying Tim in a way.

I had to speak louder because of the wind, "I don't even know what you look like and yet your one of my best friends"

I think he sighed, but I was probably imagining it, "Who's the lucky girl that's your best?" he asked.

"Not a girl" I said, pulling my knees to my chest against the cold, "His name's Tim, he goes to school with me."

"Are you…together?" he asked.

"I like to think so, but I don't know if he wants to be"

"Oh"

"You must have some good friends" I said, "That know who you are"

"I suppose"

I froze. I'd heard someone say that before. Those exact words, the exact tone, the exact emotion. I racked my brain, think, think, think. The image was foggy and I lost it a few times until it hit me square in the chest. I stood up quickly, wobbling from the wind. It couldn't be him.

Robin sprung up in surprise, "Are you ok?"

"Oh, yeah" I said, pulling on a smile, "It's just a little cold up here"

He laughed somewhat and I liked how it sounded. "Sorry. I can leave if you want". The boy couldn't help but pray that I hadn't heard the sadness in his voice when he said it.

"No, I don't want you to leave" I laughed, "I'd rather wait awhile before Mrs. Lasserty's class second period"

"I know!" he said, and my heart leaped into my throat, "God, I hate her!"

His eyes widened as he realized what he'd just said.

"A-hah!" I said triumphantly, feeling a smile come on, "I knew it!"

"Just because I said I hated her doesn't mean that I'm in that class!" he said defensively, stepping back when I advanced on him.

"Then what class are you in?" I was so mean; there was no way he was getting out of this. If he said someone else's then I'd know he went to that school. It was a lose-lose situation for him. And what was funny was that he hadn't noticed yet.

"I'm in Mr. Jenkins' class second period!" he stuttered. Then he realized the trick I'd pulled on him, "Damn it"

"How would you know he had a second period class?" I said, raising an eyebrow when I already knew that I'd caught him.

He sighed, "Fine, yes, I go to your school. Satisfied?"

"No" I said, taking another step closer to him. I'd never realized how tall he was until just now. He was at least a head taller than me. It was funny to see his face underneath the mask, because I knew exactly who it was. I couldn't believe I hadn't seen it before. It was although it was obvious. Once I figured it out it was hard to miss. I couldn't understand why I hadn't guessed it before, "I know you're in my grade"

"That's about 75 people" he protested as I took another step towards him. I could reach out to touch him if I wanted to.

"And I know you're in my second period"

"21 kids" he said. I took another step.

"And you're a boy" I said, quirking a smile.

"12" he actually started to look worried now. "Look, I don't want you to guess"

"I don't have to" I said, taking yet another step, "I know you have brown hair"

He sighed, "That brings us down to about 7 now, doesn't it?" he said, his voice wavered slightly when my next step left us barely a few inches apart. This was not going as he had planned. I wasn't supposed to figure out who he was, maybe guess a few people, but never was I supposed to get this close. This was what happened when you got to know people. Just like Bruce had said.

"That's not very many people to choose from, now is it?" I said quietly. I could feel his breath on my face, it was quick and fast. He was scared. Almost terrified.

"Tim" I said, barely above a whisper.

His breath caught. He staggered back and I followed him just as fast. He stopped, so worried; his eyes full of shame and fear. This was not supposed to happen.

We stood there, on the roof of my apartment, the cold wind blowing us from side to side. I don't know how long we stood there. The minutes ticked by, one after the other until I wouldn't have been surprised if the sun came up. I reached down and pulled off his glove, seeing two slits on his fingers from the glass I'd knocked over on our date. It didn't exactly surprise me, but I don't think that I was really ready for it. But I finally pulled a hand up carefully to his face, and said, "…Can I?"

He didn't move so I took that as a yes. Lightly, I slid a finger across the length of the mask until I reached the edge. I snuck a nail underneath it. He closed his eyes. We both took an involuntary deep breath as I carefully began to peel it off.

Tim Drake stood there in front of me, looking at me. In a red Robin suit, a flying wire hanging off his belt, black liner around his eyes to fill in the mask. And it didn't change a thing. He was the same exact boy. My best friend. Just combined into one person and I hadn't even known. We were so close; in more ways than one. I could feel his breath, the heat coming off his body as I held the rubber mask in my hand.

The rain started to fall, creating steam on the rooftops. It was cold and as the rain started to pick up I started to worry that I had ruined our relationship.

We looked at each other for so long when I finally took a glance at his lips. Full and curved, not normal for a guy. They were pink and looked so incredibly soft. I looked back to his eyes quickly, taking in the fear and longing in their chocolate depths. I chanced another look at his lips when I leaned forward an inch and our lips met. My heart shot up my throat and my eyes closed automatically. His lips were soft, caressing mine perfectly. I'd like to say it was an accident and that I shouldn't have done it, but I loved it.

Until he pulled back, breaking the contact.

My eyes shot open, scared that I'd gone too far. A red hot, crimson blush spread across my whole face. I looked up to his eyes, expecting anger or something I hadn't even thought of yet…just…something bad. But I found longing…and…was that passion? It made me melt inside.

"For the record" he said, "I do want to be together" That's when he kissed me and time stopped. An arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to his chest. His other hand caressed my face, smooth from the rain. His kisses were amazing, perfect, beautiful. One after the other, the exact right way, the exact right feel. I'd kissed other guys before, but it was nothing compared to this. I almost didn't want to move, but longed to be closer. My leg wrapped around his slightly, pulling him even closer.

I lifted my right hand, wrapping it around the back of his neck, not even bothering to let go of his mask as I gripped it tightly, kissing him deeper. My hand in his hair, soft and silky, better than I had ever thought possible. It was cold on the roof with the wind moving so fast. It whipped his cape out behind him, but I was warm, because he was there, with me.