The mist made it hard to locate the dark figure, escpecially in the night, but her hair gave her away.
Usually she wasn't this high up-she stuck to the outskirts of the city, not on the Gothic rooftops with stone gargoyles and scary screams in the distance.
Usually she wouldn't be leaning tiredly again one, not caring that there was eighty stories between her and a cement landing, and he wouldn't be concerned if she remembered her grappling gun or not.
Then again, it'd been going on for the past two weeks.
Her eyes caught onto his figure as soon as he stepped out of the shadows.
Her lips didn't pull into a smirk like his tried, which wiped the expression from his face.
"Slow night," Robin commented.
She nodded.
He tried to inconspicuously glance at her to no avail.
"Leaves plenty of room to think," he added. He watched her muscles tense. Too much?
"Yeah," she agreed, stepping around him and back to the platform of the roof.
He followed her movements.
"You haven't gone to Base." Robin kept pace.
"I have."
"Sleeping for three hours when no one's around does not count as 'going to base.'"
"I'm fine."
"Are you?" He touched her arm lightly. "Jerra, we're all supporting you. You still have us."
"I don't want to talk about it, Dick." She shrugged his hand off and stalked determinedly towards the next roof. "I just want to focus on saving lives."
Robin waited a moment to catch up to her.
"Look, Stopwatch-"
"Go back to your mentor, Robin."
"You're going to be careful, right?" His eyes pleaded behind the mask. "You'll be safe?"
Jerra sighed and took off her own, revealing dark circled yet bright blue-green eyes. "I'll be fine." She repeated, attempting a smile.
It hurt. It really did. It hurt all of them to see her this way, or to not see her, but it *killed* Dick.
It killed him she wouldn't let him help.
"Be safe!" He called as she slapped her mask back on and raced off.
"I will!" She replied, shooting her grappling hook and soaring into the air.
"I love you," he said quietly. That was another thing she wasn't letting any of them do: give affection. In fact, she'd been avoiding it.
Openly.
Robin jumped as his communicator sounded. "Robin. Where? On my way."