Oh my goodness, here we go. This is really the last chapter that I have written before there are some rather large gaps in the story that I haven't written yet. I promise I'm working hard on it between school and stuff. But just so you all know, the next update might be a little bit.
Hopefully this chapter will tide you over -wink-. Just a warning, this story is rated mature. For obvious reasons as you will see, Robin's language is about to get a little rough. There is also some more mature stuff at the end of this chapter. I just want to let everyone know that the story is definitely rated M for a reason.
Robin growled and slammed his fist on the button to accept the transmission. Video feed instantly popped up on screen.
"What do you want?" he snapped. The others exchanged curious glances.
"Is that any way to greet your old mentor?" the other asked mildly.
"Yeah, it is. This must be pretty important for you to contact me," Robin said, crossing his arms. "You're up early. What do you want?" he repeated angrily.
"I know we haven't spoken in a long time, and I don't expect you to be happy with me but- …do they need to be here?"
"They are the Titans. Whatever you have to say to me can be said in front of them," Robin said, pressing his lips together in a tight line.
Beast Boy zipped in front of Robin like an eager little puppy.
"Hello Mister Batman Sir! Beast Boy is the name!" he said, saluting. Then he got stars in his eyes. "Dude, you are like, the coolest super hero ever! Can I totally- ahh!"
Raven yanked him back by her side.
"Sorry about that," Robin muttered as Batman raised an eyebrow.
"I've called to alert you that a dangerous criminal has escaped from Arkham Asylum. I've last tracked him to be residing outside of Jump City," Batman continued.
"So? Who we dealing with?" Robin asked sullenly.
"You remember Professor Jonathon Crane?"
"Scarecrow?" Robin said.
"The same. He's located somewhere outside your city, and I'm positive he's planning something. He is completely insane, and I don't want any of you approaching him."
Robin gave a frustrated growl. "What do you mean don't approach him? We can take Scarecrow."
"You know better than any what Scarecrow is capable of. I don't want you messing around with him until I get there."
"What?!" Robin exclaimed. "What the hell do you think we are? A bunch of fucking little kids?"
The rest of the Titans expressed shock at Robin's choice of words. Robin actually swore at Batman?
Batman sat in a stony silence before he spoke. "You always were too rash and headstrong. You put yourself in the path of danger needlessly and you act before you think too often."
Robin thrust a finger at the screen. "You always just threw around stupid orders that never get anything done! You're sneaky and manipulative, and you don't know how to work on a team at all!"
While the two were arguing, the other four Titans were grouped together, completely taken aback at Robin's behavior. They winced as Robin's language got more heated… he usually never swore unless he was very angry or upset, and they could tell he was extremely angry at the moment.
"I will be coming to Jump City. I need to be present before Professor Crane makes his move."
"No, you won't be coming here! This is my territory and we can handle it!"
"Your little friends are to stay out of it, and you can be around for backup. You know the effects of his attacks, and I only have a limited supply of antidote right now. I don't need you in the way and screwing things up."
"I'm twenty years old! I'm not a fucking little kid anymore, and you can stop fucking treating me like one!" Robin shouted.
"Robin!" a sharp voice rang out behind him. He turned around with a growl.
"I have never heard you use such language repetitively before, and I assure you it is most unbecoming of you," Starfire said, her body rigid and her eyes cold and hard.
A smirk graced Batman's lips. Robin whipped around to glare at him.
"So, if you can prepare me a spare bedroom-"
"There are no spare bedrooms," Robin crossed his arms, extremely grumpy after being scolded by Starfire.
"You're telling me there's not one spare bedroom in that huge tower?" Batman asked skeptically.
"Um, there is one-mmmh!" Beast Boy started to say, but Robin planted a hand over his mouth.
"Not a single one," he said grinning viciously, his eyes narrowed.
"Well, then I'll just stay in your room and you can sleep on the couch," Batman said, another irritating smirk on the corner of his lips. Robin scowled and began to protest when his little plan backfired on him.
"Robin, you may just share my room. No more Robin fighting with the Batman, please," Starfire said calmly, gently taking his arm.
Batman raised his eyebrow at that one.
Robin jerked his arm away from Starfire, hurting her feelings in the process, and faced Batman on the screen again.
"Where's the last known location for Scarecrow?" he asked.
"I refuse to send you the coordinates," Batman said tersely. "I know you too well. You'll immediately set off to find him and get yourself into trouble."
"We can take him down," Robin said confidently.
"You and your little friends don't know what you'd be getting yourselves into. He was experimenting with his poison and its effects are unpredictable. Like I told you, we only have a limited supply of antidote for his new strain of fear toxin."
"I've dealt with it before," Robin insisted.
"It's not the same. Weren't you listening? This new toxin only takes fifteen minutes to destroy brain tissue and completely shut down the central nervous system. His last toxin took an hour."
"Whatever," Robin growled angrily, losing his temper completely. He began to turn away from the screen.
"I'm getting impatient, and your hostility is getting annoying," Batman said, the irritation now evident in his low gruff voice. "I will be arriving tomorrow night. Be ready for me."
"Whatever!" Robin shouted behind him.
"Robin," Batman called severely.
"Fuck off!" Robin called behind his shoulder, exiting the room in an angry storm cloud.
The rest of the Titans sat bewildered at their leader's behavior, and even Batman seemed ruffled.
"Please Mr. Batman sir, excuse Robin's behavior. I have never seen him act in such a way," Starfire said meekly, breaking the tensed silence.
"Then you don't know him very well," Batman said seriously with a bit of dark sarcasm. "I will be arriving tomorrow night, whether he likes it or not. Be ready."
With that Batman ended the transmission and the four Titans were left staring at a static covered screen.
"Whoa," Raven said.
"That was the most intense fight I have ever seen," Cyborg said, rubbing his head and disconnecting the transmission from his end.
"Well, this was a great way to start off the morning," Beast Boy said, frowning.
"Please, what should we do about Robin? He is most upset and angry," Starfire spoke up, her voice wavering with unshed tears.
"Don't worry about him, Star. Obviously he and Bats have a past that he's none to happy about. We don't know the whole story," Cyborg said, laying a hand on her shoulder.
"Should we attempt to talk to him?" she asked.
"I think he needs some time to cool down before we approach him," Cyborg said sensibly.
--
In Robin's bedroom, one superhero was punching a poor innocent and unsuspecting pillow into a pulp. Robin emitted frustrated growls and shouts, and slammed his fist into his desk, nearly cracking it.
"Who the fuck does he think he is, barging in here like he's high almighty and fucking patronizing me like that…"
Robin was breathing heavily, and soon he flopped down on his bed, waiting for the feelings of complete anger to subside from his chest.
"We could take Scarecrow, I know we could…"
A timid knock came at his door and Robin sighed, not really wanting company at the moment.
"What?" he called, annoyed.
"Please, Robin? It is me," Starfire said meekly.
He sighed again. "Come in."
Starfire opened the door and hesitantly entered.
"You come to yell at me again?" he asked grumpily.
"No, merely to provide you the company. You are upset and I wish to comfort you," she said, coming over to the bed and sitting beside him, the waver in her voice still evident.
"I'm sorry I jerked my arm away from you Star. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," Robin apologized, though there was not much sincerity in his still aggravated voice.
"It is the okay. But, I think you should also apologize to… the Batman. You said very mean and hurtful things…"
"He needs no apologizing to," Robin said angrily, unmoved.
"Please, I do not like to see you this way," Starfire said sadly, raising a hand to rest on his chest.
Robin reached up and grabbed her hand, bringing it down into her lap, but not letting go.
"You don't understand, Star."
"I understand enough that you are being extremely ungrateful to a man who is your knorf'ka, and raised you since you were small. He took good care of you, yes? Should you not be grateful that he took you in?"
Robin sighed, thinking of his time with Batman… Bruce. He shook his head, still angry.
"It's not like that. Not like what you're thinking."
"I think, that no matter how much the two of you disagree, he still took you under his… cape," she smiled. "He was not forced to, no?"
"No," Robin muttered.
"See? Do not harbor so much hate against the one that cared for you," she said wisely, laying Robin back down upon his bed and laying herself on his shoulder, caressing his chest soothingly.
She looked uncomfortable for a minute, then realized they were surrounded by feathers.
"What has happened to your pillow?" she asked, bewildered.
"Uh… I was mad," Robin said sheepishly.
Starfire giggled. "You will have to share mine then, but what will the Batman sleep on?"
Robin laughed. "He can sleep on a rock for all I care!"
--
"Dude, dude, dude, dude!!! Batman's coming today, Batman's coming today!" Beast Boy was jumping around and singing. Today was the day Batman was arriving. If it wasn't immediately obvious.
"Would you put a sock in it for just one second?!" Raven glared at him from the couch, glancing up from her book.
"Sorry Rae, but I'm excited! It's not every day that Batman comes to the tower!"
"Ugh!" she flipped her page. "Just… turn into a kitten or something and go find something to play with," she shooed. "At least then you'll be quiet."
Beast Boy devilishly fulfilled her request and turned into an adorable kitten. Then he crouched low, in a hunting position, wiggled his tail, and pounced on the corner of Raven's cape that was hanging over the edge of the couch. He pulled on it with his claws and batted it around.
Raven lowered her book and gave him an extremely annoyed and dangerous glare. The kitten mewed up at her and batted her cloak again, a toothy grin on his little face. She went back to reading her book, and he hooked her cloak with his claws. The problem was, he got them stuck and was pulling his little paw, trying to free himself. Raven gave a frustrated growl and pulled her cloak up so the stuck Beast Boy kitten was eye level, hanging by his claws. Raven unhooked him and tossed him onto the other end of the couch and began reading again.
Beast Boy came bounding back and rubbed his head under her hands, purring like a lawnmower. He slinked his way into her lap and began turning circles and kneading her thighs, then lay down and purred some more, gazing up into her face lazily.
"You're still being just as obnoxious and loud, aren't you?" she said, looking down at him. He mewed for response and rubbed his head against her stomach.
"You can stay there as long as you don't move or make noise, got it?" she admonished. She sighed. Beast Boy's ears flattened a little, but soon he sprawled out and fell asleep for a little cat nap.
--
All throughout the day, Beast Boy eagerly kept looking out the windows of the Tower, waiting to see if the Batplane or Bat-helicopter would land, or maybe he'd come by the Batboat… but he had always wanted to see the Batmobile… maybe he'd come in the Batmobile!
"Beast Boy, for the last time, he said he'd come tonight, not at four in the afternoon," Raven grumbled. "And I doubt he labels everything with 'bat' in front of it. That would be super cheesy."
"Nuh-uh! Batman's super cool and you know it! He's the superest coolest hero ever! He totally has no powers either, just super crazy martial art skills, which he taught to Robin, and all those cool gadgets and the Batmobile!"
"Right," Raven sighed. She flopped her book down onto the couch, got up and hooked two fingers into Beast Boy's collar. He was still excitedly jumping by the big bay window, determined to see the big arrival. She dragged him towards the hallway.
"Uooohf! Raven?!" he protested.
"Robin said that we need to train today, as long as you feel you're capable of doing so, and I'd rather train with you in a more relaxed fashion than deal with whatever his super stressed and irked mind can come up with. Plus, I really feel like punching you right now."
"Oh… okay!" Beast Boy said, enthusiastic, ignoring the last part of Raven's statement.
"Do you think you can handle training, Beast Boy, or does your head still hurt?" Raven asked.
"I'm fine. As long as I don't take any hard knocks to the noggin, I'll be okay."
He and Raven had never trained one-on-one, only with the Titans as a whole. He was interested to see how their powers would clash.
"Go get changed into workout clothes, and I'll do the same. Meet in the arena."
"Got it," he said happily as he bounded off to his room.
Once in the training arena, Raven deposited several five pound medicine balls around the gym to use as projectiles. She spoke to Beast Boy as she did so.
"Robin said that we both need to work on offense with powers and hand to hand combat with no powers. If either of us were to somehow have our powers incapacitated, we need to know how to spar and use basic defense and attack moves."
"Got it. Mmmm… Raven… you look really nice in those pants," Beast Boy said, eyeing up her figure.
"Pay attention!" she snapped, but flushed at his compliment. Raven had put on black stretch pants that hugged her figure, and a white tank top. Beast Boy had put on his gray sweat pants and a black ribbed tank as well. Both had bare feet.
"Are you ready then?" she asked, assuming a defensive stance.
"Ready." Beast Boy grinned at her. "You know, you're totally way less intimidating without your cloak."
"Then maybe I should go get it."
"Mm, no, it covers you up too much… though maybe you should. I keep getting distracted." Beast Boy let his eyes drift down Raven's body.
"Your problem, not mine."
Mm, my problem indeed." Beast Boy's tooth poked up over a lecherous grin.
Raven shook her head at him, "Keep it up and I'll wipe that cocky grin off your face."
"You better be careful, 'cause I just might put a grin on yours."
"Never," Raven said, stepping to the side to begin circling him.
Beast Boy also began circling, each one sizing up the other. Raven wasn't sure if he would charge first or not, but she watched the sparkle in his eyes and fought extremely hard to keep a smile from her lips. Suddenly Beast Boy charged away from her and turned into a cheetah. Raven picked up two medicine balls with her powers and followed after him. She hurtled one and he dodged out of the way. Then he cut back and came straight for her. Raven flew up a ways into the air and Beast Boy alighted in the form of a pterodactyl. Raven sent her second medicine ball at him and he dodged in the air, still charging. Raven continued to fly backwards away from him, wondering how she would attempt to engage a pterodactyl without getting cut by those sharp claws.
'Work on offense, huh?' she thought sarcastically. 'How the hell do you fight a freakin' pterodactyl?'
She stopped flying and let Beast Boy come. When he flashed his claws forward to attack Raven grabbed his feet with her powers and swung him away. He squawked and dropped to the floor again in the form of cheetah. Raven flew lower, remembering that she was supposed to use offensive tactics. She lifted five medicine balls into the air and charged at Beast Boy. Beast Boy shifted into a gorilla and pounded the ground before him, attempting to psych her out. She tossed one ball at him and he batted it away. He began lumbering for her in a powerhouse charge, batting away the offensive balls as if swatting a fly. Raven dropped her last two, suddenly at a loss as how to stop him. He pulled up his clamped fists and swung them mightily down upon her head, but she spread her energy with her hands just in time to block him. Still, it took much effort and she almost lost concentration. Beast Boy brought his hands back up again and was going to punch her lower, but Raven quickly flew up above him and away. Beast Boy grunted in annoyance and turned into a falcon, screeching as he followed her. He dived and just before he hit her he turned into a bear and forced her to the floor. He changed back into human as he kneeled over her.
"How is that attacking in the offensive, Raven?!" he said cheekily. "You keep flying away from me; it's almost like you don't want to be near me-"
He didn't get to finish his banter because Raven had used her magic to toss him off of her. She stood up and threw a punch at his face. Beast Boy caught her fist and pumped it to the side, throwing Raven off-balance. Since when had he learned to fight like that?!
He thrust his fist under her stomach in a mock punch, but tossed her away instead of socking her in the gut. Raven fell backwards, regained her balance, flew up and swung her leg down to kick Beast Boy in the head. He quickly crossed his arms over his head and caught her leg in a neat block, and used her downward momentum to fling her leg back up and send her spinning in the air. Raven recovered fast and flew in for a line-drive punch. She missed his chest but nicked his shoulder. Beast Boy grabbed her arm and pulled her in close; she struggled against his grasp but was too near to him to use a technique to escape. She cheated and used her powers to propel him upwards. Beast Boy changed into a bird and hovered in the sky for a second, then dropped down onto the ground.
"So that's how you're gonna play, huh?" he said, wiping sweat from his brow. He ran towards Raven again, throwing a punch that she dodged and stepped aside for a kick. She threw a punch out of her own, but suddenly Beast Boy was not in front of her. Something cold and scaly wrapped itself around her legs and Raven looked down in horror as a huge boa constrictor was entangling her legs. Beast Boy slid up her body and Raven lost her balance, falling to the floor hard.
"Ooof!" she grunted, and Beast Boy continued to slither around her torso. Raven suddenly became immobilized as her rational thinking sank into a sort of panic. She may be the daughter of Trigon and had seen the deepest darkest places of Hell, but she had never been one for snakes. Her legs were completely incapacitated, as Beast Boy had wound around them firmly, and slowly he was pressing her arms tightly to her body. Raven struggled but a boa constrictor was much stronger than her. Her breathing became haggard, and she stared into Beast Boy's reptilian face, his tongue flipping in and out.
She wanted to phase out of the situation, but Beast Boy was touching her and would phase with her.
She was forgetting that the snake wound so tightly around her body was her boyfriend, and would never hurt her. When he slipped around her neck and tickled his tongue against her cheek she had had enough.
"Stop," she croaked. "Beast Boy! Stop!"
As a snake, his senses came from the information his tongue gathered. It was strange, but his senses could tell her body temperature, and he could taste the spike in her fear. He could taste her sweat, and the sweet smell of her shampoo.
But when she spoke the panic in the vibes he tasted doubled, and he quickly shifted back into himself and lay on top of her.
Raven started to calm down.
"You okay?" Beast Boy asked.
"I… I don't like snakes," she said, her voice wavering.
"Oh. I'm sorry," he said contritely.
"Yeah," she said, her breathing becoming less haggard and hard now only from the exercise. "Now, can you get off me you big oaf?"
"Mmm, no. I think I like it here." Beast Boy buried his face in between her breasts. "Wow, you're soft…"
"Beast Boy," Raven threatened.
He snuggled his cheek in a little more. "Does this mean I won the match? Mmm… yeah I definitely think I won."
"Beast. Boy."
"I don't think I'm ever going to get up again. You make the best pillow, Rae. Can I sleep here from now on?"
Instead of answering, Raven's eyes turned white and two medicine balls suddenly came flying at Beast Boy's head from opposite sides. Beast Boy's eyes shot open and he turned into a rabbit, leaping up from Raven's chest as the two medicine balls crashed together underneath him right where his head used to be. He bounded away cheekily.
"You little…" Raven muttered under her breath as she picked herself up. She flung the medicine balls at him, and he began running as fast as his little rabbit legs could carry him. One ball nailed him in the side and he rolled across the floor. Beast Boy shook his head and quickly picked himself up as another ball was still hot on his heels. He stumbled and almost fell when he changed from rabbit to human and went from running on all fours to two long lanky legs.
"Rae, come on! This isn't what Robin meant when he said attack in the offensive!" he called.
Raven had a joyous smirk of evil satisfaction on her face. He switched directions and came running in a beeline towards her. Raven lifted herself into the air as Beast Boy sailed right between her legs and kept on running. Her two projectiles split around her on either side and kept after their target. Finally Beast Boy turned into a tyrannosaurs rex and Raven's merriment in torturing him diminished when the two balls bounced lightly off his thick reptilian skin.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Beast Boy began lumbering towards her.
"Beast Boy! Come on, no more powers!" Raven called.
He shifted back to himself. "No more powers?! Yeah, how about 'no more powers' miss let's pelt Beast Boy with five pound balls that sting like hell!"
"You were groping me with your face!" Raven shouted.
"Can you blame me? You're freakin' hot! How could I not?!"
"That's beside the point!" Raven answered.
"It's the whole point!" Beast Boy exclaimed back.
"Why don't you use the blood in your body to run your brain instead of your other organ?!"
"Cause I'm a guy!"
"That's no excuse," she grumbled, crossing her arms.
Suddenly Beast Boy's eyes twinkled and he raced towards her, engaging her in hand to hand combat again. She blocked his punches and jabs, and nearly missed a block to a powerful roundhouse.
Raven stepped back from Beast Boy, rubbing the slight sweat on her forehead.
"Where are you getting all these moves?"
"All those video games are actually good for something," he smirked.
"Video games?" Raven asked incredulously.
"Of course!" Beast Boy said, never losing his on guard stance. "Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter, come on! There's tons of games I've played."
"Video games," Raven repeated, still not believing him.
"Yeah, and it works obviously, cause I'm kicking your well-toned perfectly shaped butt!"
"Not for long," she said, doing her best to ignore his back-handed compliment and charging in again.
She attempted a jab and punch but Beast Boy blocked both. She spun around knocking a roundhouse kick to his side, but Beast Boy dodged and blocked to brush her kick away. Raven was getting frustrated. Beast Boy was now simply defending against every attack she made, and was not pulling any offensive tactics of his own.
She used as many combo attacks in a row, alternating punches and spinning kicks, pushing him backwards as she spoke in halting words through the exertion.
"Why- aren't- you- fighting- back?!"
Beast Boy merely gave a cocky grin for a reply.
"Answer me!" Raven demanded, and punched straight for his face.
Her eyes widened in surprise when Beast Boy caught her fist and jerked it to the side. He spun her around and wrenched her arms up behind her back.
Raven struggled, but his grip was too strong for her to wrestle out of.
"Let go!" she ordered.
Beast Boy pulled her in close to his body and whispered into her ear.
"No."
The defiant huskiness in his voice sent shivers down Raven's spine.
He had her restrained with just one hand, and Raven silently wondered when had he gotten so strong? He pressed his face into Raven's hair and breathed deeply while he let his free hand wander down to her thigh and then up over the curve of her hip. Raven emitted a little gasp when his hand migrated back down to cup her bottom.
"Beast Boy," she said shakily.
He didn't answer and instead let his fingers travel over the pale bare skin of her arm, shoulder and neck, and when he pressed against her back the warmness radiated off him. She could sense the lust in his emotions, which was further proved when she could physically feel just how turned on he really was.
Raven flushed at his contact. She struggled lightly again; Beast Boy still not had let go of her arms, which had become numb from their awkward captive position.
She moved her head to give him access to the base of her neck when Beast Boy began kissing and sucking with more fervor, his hand tangling in her silky soft hair.
Raven felt a certain heat pooling within her, and she was positive Lust was extremely pleased at the moment.
Beast Boy suddenly spun her around and pressed her up against the concrete wall, now attacking her lips in a heated frenzy, in which Raven was all too eager to reply. He leaned one hand against the wall over her shoulder to support himself, and pulled one of Raven's legs up over his hip to nestle himself more firmly against hers. Raven was amazed at his forwardness, but she also trusted him not to cross the line.
His other hand dropped to cup her bottom under her raised leg, then traveled up over her hip and stomach to cup her left breast. He gave a gentle but passionate squeeze and Raven nearly lost it. She let a moan escape into Beast Boy's mouth, which seemed to excite him even further.
Beast Boy began to slip one of Raven's tank top straps off her shoulder when suddenly the Titan's visitor alert rang throughout the tower. The two disconnected their passionate embrace.
"He's here," they both said in unison, eyes wide.
--
Earlier that day, Robin had not been seen at all. He was absent at breakfast, and no one could find him, not even a sad and worried Starfire. She had checked the training rooms, his bedroom, her bedroom, the roof, the basement, the garage, everywhere.
Suddenly her mind clicked on something, and she really hoped he wasn't in there…
She went to the specialized training area, and stopped and gave a worried moan when she saw the in-use panel lit up on the holographic training room. She peered through the window, and there was Robin, fighting drones. She looked at the difficulty level and gasped. He had set it extremely high, higher than any of the Titans had ever dared to set it, even with all five of them to fight together. She whipped her head up just in time to see Robin get tossed across the room. He sat up and wiped a bit of blood that trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"Robin!" Starfire called, and banged on the window. Robin's eyes shifted over to where he had heard Starfire's muffled voice, but he otherwise ignored it.
She looked down at the panel, but couldn't tell what holographic settings Robin had initiated.
She watched him get up and begin to fight the robotic drones again.
She pounded on the glass and called his name. He once again ignored her.
Starfire growled in frustration and looked at how much time Robin had punched in for his current settings. Her eyes widened. He had set it for two hours, and had already been in there for an hour and a half. He was taking a beating, there were bruises and scratches on his bare chest, and his black sweat pants were also ripped and torn in places. His hands were bound with tape but his knuckles were still bloody. His lip was cut.
Starfire had had enough and she pressed the abort mission button. The lights dimmed in the chamber and Robin gave one last kick as the holographic images faded and the robot drones were left immobile. He looked at the window where Starfire was waiting, looking forlorn, and he punched a drone as he walked for the door.
He opened it and gave Starfire a glare before walking right past her without a word.
She became angry and grabbed his arm, stopping him from walking away.
"Let go," he said evenly.
"No," she answered back, defiant.
"I'm not in the mood for this, Starfire."
"You are cut and bleeding. That setting was much too high, no matter how irritated you are."
"I don't fucking need this." He ripped his arm away from her and stalked out into the hallway.
"Robin," Starfire called, hurt.
He stopped slightly when he heard her voice, but then kept on going. Starfire followed him.
"Robin, please, I need to talk with you," she pleaded.
"What do you want, Star?!" he whipped around, annoyed.
"Are you aware of how you are acting? You are angry and snapping at me, and I have done nothing wrong."
He seethed for a second, letting her words sink in. A corner of his mind rationalized with him, telling him he was acting childish, but he was too stubborn to let go.
Starfire meekly came up to him, and wrapped him in a hug.
He was angry, but seeing as the testosterone was raging, the feel of her soft feminine curves pressing up against him made a different emotion wash over him.
"Star… don't do this to me. Let me have my anger."
"Let your anger go; let love come in," she whispered into his ear. His breath hitched.
His hands wandered from her back down to cup her rear end, and he pressed his cheek to hers, feeling her breath fan over his shoulder.
"Star, anger is all that I have; you don't understand…"
"I do understand. I too have once held the anger. But now I have love, and love is all I need."
'How could she possibly understand? She doesn't even know…'
"I…"
"Let me love you," she whispered again into his ear, and Robin's legs almost gave out. She grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom.
If physical prowess is what he wanted, she would give it to him, only in a different way.
He started kissing her the moment her door slid shut. He bruised against her mouth, hungrily attacking her lips, his hands roughly sliding over her body, under her shirt, making a mess of her clothing and hair. He ignored the pain throbbing in his busted lip and scratched knuckles, ignored the fact that blood was trickling from his mouth again, the fact that she could taste the salty bitterness of it in her own mouth. They broke apart and she looked at his chin, and smeared the blood away.
"You should be more careful of that, you will do more damage to it, and split it open even more," she admonished quietly.
"Fuck it," he said, pulling her in for another bruising kiss and already snapping open her neck plate and tugging her shirt over her head as he led her to her circular bed. He pushed her down, and eyed up her body. A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.
She gave an unsteady smile back, realizing that he was letting something out, letting something go, and needed to express whatever he was bottling up inside him somehow. Physically exerting himself seemed to be the way he did that, and Starfire figured she would rather he take it out on her, knowing she would come out much less scathed than he would if he were to take it out on his own body. She was slightly frightened at the amount of change that had overcome him, the amount of restless energy that had seemingly possessed him. He had never been this forward with her.
He kneeled over her, crawling on his hands and knees to rest over her body. He leaned down to kiss her some more, roaming his non-weight baring hand over her stomach and chest. He slid his hand down to her skirt and underneath her, undoing the zipper. He sat back to use both hands to slide it down her legs.
She was left in her bra and panties, both demure purple cotton, her normal functional wear seeing as how she had not been prepared for this little session.
Robin didn't care; to him she was sexy no matter what she was wearing.
He breathed in, taking a moment to run his hands along her smooth silky legs, running them down to rub her feet. Then he parted her thighs with his knees and crawled between them to rest on top of her. He kissed her again, this time slightly more softly, and ran his fingers through her hair.
He rubbed his nose against hers.
"I want you," he said throatily.
Starfire faltered for a moment, unsure of what to say.
"Robin, we…"
He eyed her for a moment, then nodded.
"You're not ready."
Starfire closed her eyes. "No, I am not." She opened them again and eyed him carefully. "And you are not either. You are making the rash decision based on raging emotions, but when you come down off the high, you may regret what you have done."
Robin sighed and hung his head a little. He knew she was right and that his body was overpowering his head. He could tell Starfire was completely taken aback that his behavior and attitude toward physical intimacy had turned a 180. He himself was a little surprised at what he said. He had been completely in the moment, all of a sudden embarrassment and protocol and what was the 'right' thing to do didn't matter anymore, and taking her did. Robin felt a little ashamed. He was glad she had stopped him. That was not how he wanted their first time to be.
"We won't then; you're right," he promised. "But I can't promise that I won't do this," he said, reaching under her back and unhooking her bra with one hand. Starfire's eyes widened.
"Being forward, are we?" she asked coyly.
"I can't stand it anymore. I need to be closer to you," he murmured huskily.
He hooked his finger under the front of her bra and gently disentangled it from Starfire's arms. Immediately she crossed her arms over her chest, growing shy.
Robin leaned down and pecked her cheek, whispering in her ear, "Let me see. You're beautiful."
He gently pulled her arms away from her chest and sat back, his breath catching in his throat.
"Damn, Star…"
She looked up at him shyly, and rested her hands just above her breasts, embarrassed at the attention.
"You are pleased?"
"Very," he said emphatically.
She grinned and rolled over.
"Hey! I was watching that," he said, running his hands up her sides and underneath to cup her.
"It is a limited time program!" she giggled.
"Oh no it's not. It's going to be a re-run for a long long time!" he said, turning her over again and leaning down to re-attack her lips.
She decided to do a little exploring of her own, and ran her hands up and down his bare chest. Then she cheekily went a little lower, curious if he was wearing anything underneath those sweat pants. She hooked her finger underneath the band, and dipped it a little lower. Then she put her hand under and ran it over his backside, cupping his bottom. He was not wearing any boxers.
"Ooooh," she said, disengaging her lips from his.
"Hey now," he murmured. "Don't get too frisky on me."
"You are the one who has gotten the frisky on me. I felt entitled to a rebuttal."
"Oh really?! Well, let's see how you retaliate this."
Robin sat up and began slinking her panties down her legs before she could object.
He parted her legs with his hand as he came back up to rest over her, giving her pecks on the lips. He slid his hand up her thighs and touched one finger to her opening.
Starfire jumped at the contact.
Robin had a cocky grin on his face as he slid two fingers inside her, enjoying the way her body arched, the little gasp escaping her lips, and her breasts sitting perkily on her chest.
The lights were off, and afternoon was turning into dusk, but Robin could see plainly enough that she was absolutely stunning with nothing on, and he hoped it was a sight he would see often in the future.
He could feel her slick and tight around his fingers, and the more he moved and pressed the more she gasped and moaned at the contact.
Starfire thought it couldn't get any better than that, but Robin sat up and used his other hand to gently rub her on the outside too.
He grinned when he knew he had found the right spot, as Starfire's moans and jumps intensified. He kept working her, feeling her tighten, and soon something in her began to change, grew desperate, and he worked harder, rubbed harder, felt the need to help her release.
Starfire suddenly grabbed his hand and yanked it away from her, and he pulled his fingers out.
She was gasping, out of breath, and she rolled to her side.
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly.
"I… I could not go on… something was happening… and I got scared…"
Robin smiled.
"You were close, Star. You should've just let go."
"I could not," she said meekly, turning back over to look at him, her hands now covering her chest and her legs pressing together, willing the tingling throbbing down low to diminish.
Robin smiled kindly at her. "I understand. You don't have to until you're ready."
He rubbed his hand over her hip and thigh in a reassuring circle, and leaned down to kiss her again.
"Robin, I-"
Suddenly the Titans' visitor alert rang out, and the two looked up at the flashing lights.
Robin's eyes widened.
"Oh snap, he's here…"
The two blushed at each other, then both of them scrambled to find Starfire's clothes that were scattered about the room.
Several minutes later a very disheveled-looking Robin, Starfire, Raven, and Beast Boy all hurriedly appeared in Ops. The two couples inspected each other, each wondering if the other two suspected. It was rather obvious and they all broke out in grins.
"Training hard?" Beast Boy asked Robin lightly.
"Yeah. You too?" Robin answered, a smirk pulling on his mouth.
"Oh yeah. Real hard," Beast Boy replied.
Starfire giggled and Raven let a small embarrassed grin grace her lips as both tried to smooth their tousled hair.
Cyborg was the last to arrive.
"Yo, was that the doorbell?"
Robin suddenly sobered and his features became blank.
"Yeah, it was," he said, a hard edge now present in his voice.
"Well then answer-- it…" The cybernetic boy trailed off when the doors to Ops slid open ominously and a tall dark figure stepped stoically into the room.
Batman is here, Batman is here!! How many of you guessed correctly?!
And oooh, did everyone like the training session with Beast Boy and Raven? I always see Robin and Starfire training, but no one ever does Beast Boy and Raven, so I though I'd have a little fun with them.
Up next, Robin gets reacquainted with his old mentor.