A/N:

Don't think this took as long as last time. While I think flustered Robin is as adorable as much as the next girl, I liked the idea of Starfire being flustered for once. I was rewatching season one a couple days ago and liked the vibe of the two, where they're just really close best friends and Robin's all nice and cares about her without being all awkward about it cause he either doesn't have a total crush on her yet or realize he has a crush on her, but Starfire seems to show him attention that's a little more than just her natural caring self. That's just my take on it.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own a few Sharpies, but not the actual trademarked company thing or Teen Titans.

It was a dark and stormy night in Jump City, so of course something bad had happened.

"Aaaaahhhh!"

Beast Boy's wail of pain echoed through the Tower as he limped into into the common room, supported by a distressed Cyborg.

The taller boy winced slightly at the volume of his best friend's shout but gave him no flack for it this time; Beast Boy had earned the right to some sympathy.

The Teen Titans had just finished a particularly difficult battle with an escaped creature from S.T.A.R. Labs. During the fight, the large, bear-like monster had managed to grab Robin in its razor-sharp claws; Beast Boy had rammed into it as an elephant, causing it to release his leader as it fell over. The Boy Wonder had fallen unceremoniously to the ground, groaning and clutching at the slashes its claws had left in his Kevlar shirt.

Unfortunately, the rain had created large puddles of mud in the forest where they were fighting and Beast Boy slipped, causing him to slide and fall himself. The monster landed awkwardly where Beast Boy's legs lay sprawled, and the odd angle of impact combined with the sheer weight of it had broken Beast Boy's left leg.

Fortunately for the green teen, the remaining three uninjured Titans had quickly apprehended the now-prone bear-thing and, as heavy rain combined with thunder and lightning weren't ideal conditions for healing, Raven had done her best to take the edge off the pain so Beast Boy could at least transform back into his human form, to be transported back to the Tower as quickly as possible for proper medical attention. Cyborg helped her quickly fashion a splint from nearby branches while Starfire helped Robin into the T-Car.

So that was why, as Beast Boy continued to make various groaning and whining noises all the way up to the medical bay, Raven did not roll her eyes once; on the contrary, her eyebrows were furrowed and she was so caught up in figuring the extent to which she could heal Beast Boy that she had forgotten Starfire and Robin were right behind them her she almost closed the med bay doors on them.

"Sorry," she apologized as the two crossed the threshold, Starfire's arm around Robin's waist and his arm across her shoulders.

"It's alright. We're all worried about him too," Robin replied. She gave him a tiny smile of thanks before her gaze dipped to his chest.

"Those cuts don't look too good," she observed, eyeing the four long rips on the right side of his chest; there was a slash through the back of his cape and she had a feeling there was a fifth one on his back.

Raven looked at Starfire as Robin glanced down at his shredded tunic. "You know how to dress a wound, right?" she asked, not waiting for an answer before turning and walking swiftly into the next room, leaving behind a bewildered Starfire.

Robin looked at the Tamaranian in surprise. "Is that true, Star?"

She blinked, still looking at the spot where Raven had just been and wondering if she had just imagined a smirk flash across her friend's face. "Yes, on Tamaran we are taught at a young age how to take care of injuries sustained in battle." She turned to look at him inquisitively. "Are Earth children not taught this as well?"

"Uh… not exactly," Robin replied with a slight chuckle. "Would you mind…?" he asked, limping over to the examination table in the middle of the room.

Starfire smiled. "I would be happy to," she said as she followed him. Concern tugged the corners of his lips downward upon seeing him grimace as he hopped onto the table.

"The supplies should be in that cabinet," he told her, pointing at the one directly across him on the wall.

Starfire nodded and turned her back to him, opening the cabinet and rummaging through it for the necessary items. Behind her, she heard the sound of rustling fabric as she searched for an antibiotic ointment.

"Thanks for doing this, Starfire" said Robin as she placed a roll of medical tape and a pack of gauze pads onto a metal tray and turned around, smiling and shutting her eyes happily for a moment.

"I welcome you!" she said cheerfully, opening her eyes and suddenly gripping the tray tighter.

Apparently Robin had taken the initiative and removed his cape, shirt, and gloves, leaving him sitting nonchalantly in only his pants and boots, elbows on his knees as he waited. He perked up into a proper sitting position upon seeing the tray in Starfire's hands.

She had seen Robin without his shirt on a few times before; when they had gone to the beach, or during a few particularly grueling or hot training sessions, but somehow this time seemed different; perhaps because of the more intimate setting, or the sheer unexpectedness of being greeted by the sight of her bare-chested leader.

"Starfire, are you ok?" he asked quizzically, raising an eyebrow. Suddenly his expression morphed into one of slight alarm and he glanced down at his chest, trying to get a good look at the scratches. "Is it that bad?" he asked worriedly, looking back up at her.

Feeling her face grow hot, Starfire snapped out of it and set the tray down next to him, hoping the indents she'd left in it weren't noticeable. "Oh, um, no, everything is fine!" she squeaked quickly, attempting to compose herself. Such sights were common on Tamaran, she chided herself; why should this be any different?

But Starfire knew exactly why, and unlike humans were wont to do, she had not resisted the recent realization that her feelings for Robin were more than platonic. However, she valued Robin's friendship highly and, doubting he had the same sort of feelings for her, was happy simply being his best friend. Most of the time this wasn't too terribly hard to do, but this unusual situation seemed to be challenging that.

Putting on what she hoped was a normal expression, she picked up the bottle of rubbing alcohol and a gauze pad. Applying the liquid to the pad, she bit her lip and looked at Robin. "I apologize if this stings."

"I'm used to it," he sighed, shrugging.

Starfire exhaled softly and steeled herself, moving in front of Robin and floating a few inches above the ground to reach the proper height to attend to his cuts. He shifted his legs so she could hover in between them to reach his chest; if he was feeling any sort of embarrassment, he was hiding it extremely well behind his calm expression.

She pressed the soaked pad to the beginning of the top cut on his right pectoral; the cuts were long, but luckily not very deep, as the Kevlar in his shirt had stopped most of the damage. Robin let out a soft hiss of pain and she flashed him an apologetic look, moving the pad gently along the red line across his chest.

She knew he was in pain and this was no time for shallow observations, but she couldn't help but notice how firm his chest felt underneath her fingers. It had been a few months since they had been to the beach, now that she'd thought about it, and Robin seemed more muscular than the scrawny boy she remembered.

This hunch was confirmed when she finally moved onto cleaning the fourth cut, which ended just above his well-defined abs. Blushing, she did her best not to admire them too much and quashed the faint desire to touch them.

Starfire breathed an inward sigh of relief once she finished disinfecting his front. Surely it would be less awkward to deal with the cut on his back?

Only slightly, she found.

The back of his torso was not nearly as distracting as the front, but it was still something to be admired; scars, bruises, and all. She had floated around to the other side of the table, and when he'd scooted forward to give her space to sit cross-legged behind him, the muscles in his back flexed, momentarily giving her flustered pause.

Starfire blinked quickly and forced herself to focus on her task, hoping Robin hadn't noticed her hesitation. She began dabbing the final cut, which began a little above his left hip and ran diagonally across his back to end just under his right shoulder blade.

This cut was a bit deeper, and when Starfire pulled away a pad from the wound it was stained light red. She frowned unhappily, a distressed crinkle appearing between her eyebrows as she continued along the cut.

Robin let out a soft grunt of pain and she just knew from the sound that he was gritting his teeth. His right hand gripped the table edge tightly to distract from the sting of the alcohol.

The alien put her hand on his shoulder, trying to relax him, or at the least comfort him.

That was a mistake.

Feeling his shoulder muscle relax a bit at her touch, she allowed her own hand to relax as well. It slid to the rounded part of his shoulder, where she absentmindedly noted how smooth and soft his skin was. Her hand relaxed further as she worked her way up his back with the pads, slipping gently to rest on his bicep.

She was nearly finished cleaning his cut, but the flexed muscle underneath her hand tugged at her concentration. The bicep was impressively solid, reflecting the discipline and hard work it had taken to build it. Unconsciously, Starfire's thumb lightly stroked the back of his arm; just one brush back and forth.

At this, Robin's arm suddenly relaxed and his head perked up, attempting to look at her over his shoulder. "Uh, Starfire? Everything ok back there?"

Starfire immediately came back to reality and flushed, snapping her hand away. "Yes!" she replied quickly, a bit too cheerfully. "All I must do now is apply the bandages," she told him, cutting off any response he had been planning to make and grabbing the roll of medical tape to his left.

She placed a clean pad on the length of the cut on his back and taped it carefully to his skin. Scooting off of the table and floating back around to his front, she repeated the action three more times on the front of his chest.

Halfway through the final dressing, a loud yelp cut through the silence of the medical bay, startling Starfire into jamming her thumb, which had been smoothing down the tape, against the cut. Robin let out his own cry of pain and Starfire's hands flew up to her mouth, guilt flooding into her eyes.

There was a commotion in the next room, momentarily distracting the pair. Raven's muted voice could be heard speaking sharply, and then things were quiet again.

Starfire returned her attention to Robin, looking extremely apologetic. "Robin, I am so sorry," she said sincerely, but he waved his hand to stop her there.

"Don't worry about it, it wasn't your fault," he reassured her. "But we should probably finish up before Beast Boy yells again," he suggested wryly, a half-smile tugging at his mouth.

Starfire giggled and nodded, grabbing gauze to wrap around his chest to make sure the pads stayed in place. "Life your arms, please," she asked, and Robin did so obediently.

Holding the beginning of the roll firmly against the side of his torso, Starfire began to bind it around him. The inside of her left arm brushed against his side as she reached behind him to bring it around; combined with their close proximity, tingles were sent scattering throughout her entire body. She kept a calm face and continued to work, ignoring the familiar, comforting smell of shampoo and deodorant that attacked her senses when she leaned too close to his body.

Once the bandages reached the top of his chest, Starfire tore the strip and carefully melted the end to the rest of the bandages with a weak starbolt, ensuring they would not come loose. She backed away and Robin examined her handiwork.

"Great job, Star!" he exclaimed, obviously impressed as he looked up and smiled at her. "Thanks a lot."

She returned the smile, glowing with pleasure. She was just about to reply when Beast Boy shouted from the next room.

"DUDES!"

Robin and Starfire immediately looked at each other in alarm, then simultaneously bolted over to the door. Throwing it open, the pair came to a frantic halt, both looking around for the source of the problem.

"What's the matter?" Robin asked quickly, relaxing after a moment and frowning at Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Raven, who all appeared fine and were staring at him oddly.

"I just wanted to ask you guys if you wanted to sign my cast," said Beast Boy slowly, looking at Robin with one eyebrow raised. He pointed to the fresh cast on his leg.

Starfire let out an excited squeal and clapped happily, jumping up and down while Robin stood there lamely. "I wish to sign!" she said, zooming over to where Beast Boy sat on the padded exam table.

"Just a sec, little lady, I gotta finish mine," Cyborg told her, leaning down to continue his scribbling.

Beast Boy grinned and took a look at what Cyborg had written so far. "'Beast Boy is a far… Cy, what's that word going to be?" he asked, squinting distrustfully at the half-robot.

His best friend smiled sheepishly and turned the 'r' into an 'n,' completing the sentence with, 'a fantastic friend.' He quickly handed the Sharpie to Starfire, who began writing her own well-wishes. After watching her for a moment, he turned to Robin and lifted his eyebrow at him.

"Where's your shirt, dude?" he asked, smirking suddenly as Robin looked down at his chest, apparently just remembering he wasn't wearing a shirt. "What've ya'll been up to out there?"

Robin frowned as he looked up. "Starfire was helping me take care of those cuts," he told him, scowling as Cyborg exchanged a look with Beast Boy and the two grinned at him.

Meanwhile, Raven moved closer to Starfire, craning her neck to see what she was writing. 'Get well soon,' followed by a chain of strange symbols.

"What does that mean?" she asked her friend, and Starfire paused to look over her shoulder at her.

"It is a Tamaranian proverb that is commonly said to one who is injured; it translates to, 'May you mend as quickly as a solorth and avenge yourself tenfold on your enemies,'" she explained with a smile, oblivious to Raven blinking at her in surprise.

"Uh… cool," Raven replied. A second later her expression shifted subtly to one of what would be called slyness on anyone else. "So, how did it go with Robin?"

A red tint appeared underneath Starfire's orange skin and her hand hesitated. "I do not know to what you are referring," she replied primly, suddenly very interested in making sure her handwriting so far was neat.

Raven smirked for sure this time. "I was talking about his injuries. What did you think I meant?"

"Oh!" Starfire said, relieved, only to look around at her suspiciously. "Raven, are you doing the hiding of something?"

Raven looked back at her innocently. "What? I don't know anything," she said calmly. "But… if someone ever wanted to tell me something…" she began, fighting a smile at Starfire's sudden look of excitement. "…I guess I could stand having a girl's night."

The grin broke across Starfire's face like a sunrise. Resisting the urge to loudly proclaim her satisfaction, she returned to her writing.

"Raven?" she said quietly a moment later.

"Yes?"

Starfire looked from Robin to Raven, a twinkle in her eyes.

"It went well."

A/N:

Cyborg was going to write fart-eater (it's my favorite thing to call my sister). It's pretty much the funniest thing to call someone ever.

Later fart-eaters!

(jk you guys are great thanks for reading and reviewing and stuff you don't eat farts)