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Sam's Bar was always packed. The cars were aligned up on the street and each was pricier than the first. Robin's black convertible fit in quite well and even got a few appreciative stares and glances. He parked his car next to a Mercedes, and got out. He locked it up and shoved the keys in his jean pocket. He walked in and found a place at the bar. People were swarming and dancing around him. He tried to relax in the crowded atmosphere.

"Watcha need?" The bartender asked.

"Island Tea, please." Robin answered. The Island tea should calm him down and let him relax. The bartender added the vodka, rum, cola and a few more ingredients before shaking it up and pouring it in the glass. He served it to Robin with a smile, as if he knew that Robin was waiting for a certain someone.

He sipped at his drink as his watch slowly ticked to 8. He was close to being finished when two thin arms wrapped themselves around his neck.

"Hey, I see you came." Ava whispered in his ear. She had a very joyful walk, almost as if she was skipping. He smiled at her half heartedly and watched her sit in the stool next to him.

"You haven't been waiting long have you?" She asked, blinking her eye lashes at him.

"No, not at all." He answered back, using a soft husky voice, the kind men use to pull your legs out from under you and into their beds. He still hadn't taken time to think about why he was here, what he was trying to forget, or why he was trying to waste time with this blonde girl sitting in front of him. He of course did not want to think about any of it, because to him it did not matter. He knew that Star now knew the big secret; he had nothing else to worry about until he got back home which wouldn't be till tomorrow anyhow.

"Would you like something to drink? It's on me." He said lusciously. She sort of blushed but nodded yes, her eye lashes becoming mesmerizing. He smiled at her seductively.

"May I have a martini for my girl here?" He asked. Ava almost jumped out of her seat with happiness when he said "my girl". She was no amateur at the game of one night stands and she knew that he was trying to seduce her; she also knew that the game would go well if she played her part as the innocent girl with no brains.

Her drink was served along with the other 5 that came after. Robin never ordered another one; he usually preferred to stay sober during sex. In a way Robin was an asshole playing a game most jerks do. One girl will never be enough, and when that right girl comes along, they do not know what to do. They almost resent the fact that they have fallen in love because it is bound to tie any loose ends, and the multiple girls at the multiple bars stop. They are now committed, and where is the fun in that? Robin was indeed one of those guys, but his kind also used sex as a healing mechanism, when the forces of life become strong, sex is there to make them disappear. He was being a child, a stubborn child who cannot accept the truth. He is in love with Star, and it was never going to disappear until he made the feelings disappear and that was a challenge, he could only force them out of mind for a short period of time. Tonight was his way of a short relaxation from his emotions, but tomorrow they would be there, alive and well ready to naw at him every second until his next fix.

"Would you like to dance, R—rrobin?" Ava managed to spit out. She was beginning to slur and Robin knew that she was almost to the perfect state of incoherency. He nodded and led her to the floor. The music was full of bass, and had the kind of beat you would tap your toe to if you couldn't dance to it. She would bend her knees and dip to the floor and make sure on her way up, she grinded herself onto him. He had his hands on any part of her that was within reach while she danced on him.

He began to ache for her, the fix he needed was now within easy reach and he was ready to have his fill for the night. She swung back up by this time he caught her in his arms, her back on his solid chest. He held her there, his mouth nuzzled into her neck. He kissed and suckled on her until she was butter in his arms. He whispered sweet lies into her ear and began leading her off the dance floor slowly. She was stumbling at his side when he had her outside. He half carried her to his car. Robin placed her against the car and pressed his chiseled chest to hers and put his hands on either side of her head and whispered softly.

"Do you wanna go to your place, sweet heart?" He cooned. She nodded a yes. He smiled and placed her into the car. He got into the driver's side and sped away.

"Where do you live, baby?" He asked. She twisted her head left and right before answering, her mind nothing but a lop sided picture with a thick haze.

"409 Broad Street." She mumbled. Robin knew where that was and drove as fast as he could to get there. He was like a crack addict trying to get his next hit to cover up the pain from the day.

The street came into vision as he sped down it. He pulled into the front of the house that read 409. He slowly drug Ava out of the seat, and into his arms. He made it to the door when he saw the name on the wall next to it which read: Dr. Ava J. Kiggen. He almost laughed at the fact that the girl in his arms was a doctor, she appeared to be young, but then again it wouldn't surprise him if she was 24 at the oldest. Such an intelligent girl out getting drunk and sleeping with this guy and that one.

The door was opened so he slid right in, Ava still in his arms. He walked up a stair case and to the first room he saw, luckily it was hers. He laid her on the bed, and crawled on top of her. His lips touched hers and she responded back with a fierce force. Their tongues became tangled and the passion was building. His hands were slipping up her shirt and were barely touching her bra wire when his cell phone went off. He wanted to ignore it, he really did but when you have a job to protect a city, you must be alert, even if the crime rate was almost nonexistent.

"Hello?" He grunted into the phone, impatient.

"Rob? You need to come home now. It's Star, she is missing." Cyborg said from the other side.

"What do you mean missing?" He asked.

"She isn't here, man. She is gone. Her stuff and everything is gone." Cyborg answered his voice frantic.

"Wha—Ok.. I will be there shortly, try to look for a note or something." He said before hanging up. He got up and ran his fingers through his hair. He was walking to the bedroom door before he remember that Ava was laying there staring at him.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. It's an emergency." He bluntly said as he ran down the stairs and into his car.

He was driving beyond fast and the sinking feeling in his chest was causing him to feel sick to his stomach. Somehow he knew that this had to do with the letter he slipped under her door. He knew that something wasn't right and the reaction he was calling for wasn't the reaction she had.