Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice, but I do own Andie Kyle.

Sorry for the long wait, but you know what they say: 'Distance makes the heart grow fonder.' (OK, in actuality, I ran out of ideas. This story is really getting tough.)

One month later

Andie POV:

I lay on the roof, looking over the side of the building at the suspicious characters below.

"Pass the binoculars," Robin said, crawling forward to get a better look. "Seems like their setup for a drug exchange."

I glanced down at the gang of men. The cover of night hid us well at this height.

I sighed. "At this rate, I won't get back to the cave in time. I promised M'gaan that we'd have a sleepover."

Robin gave me a look. "You mean with nail polish, and teddy bears and stuff?

I shrugged, my black cat suit scraping against the concrete. "I guess."

He snorted. "You're not even into that stuff. But why am I surprised? You're Andie; you have a ridiculous need to impress every-"

I shot a glare at him. "Finish that sentence, and I'll push you off the roof."

He shrugged, unfazed by my very real threat. He glanced away and focused on the men below. "Just stay at my place. It's not like you'll have fun with M'gaan anyway."

I peeked at him from the corner of my eye. "Are you trying to suggest something?"

He raised an eyebrow, turning fully to face me. "Like what Andie?"

My face burnt red and I quickly looked away, analysing the unevenness of the roofs surface. "Nothing," I mumbled.

He smirked. "So, what do you say?"

I bit my lip. "Uh... What did Batman say when you asked him?"

"Nothing. I never asked." He replied calmly.

My eyes widened.

Robin just smiled. "What he doesn't know won't hurt me."

I shook my head in amazement, but laughed. "Fine. I'm in."

He nodded and faced the men below, a scowl of concentration upon his face. "Here's the plan: You drop down first; take a few out. And I'll get the rest."

I rolled my eyes. "Not much of a plan," I muttered, before standing up.

I jumped off the roof, lightly landing on a nearby lamppost. As I swung to the ground, I rolled to lessen the impact. Rising to my feet, I stood before the men, several of which held crowbars.

They glared at me with unwarranted animosity. One stepped forward. "Beat it brat. We didn't call for a circus act."

"I'm not here to entertain you. Although, I'm sure this will be very fun for me."

I pounced into the air, slashing downwards with my foot. It landed hard on one man's shoulder, and he fell quickly, writhing in pain. Turning around, I punched another in the stomach. As he doubled over, I jabbed his neck, rendering him unconscious.

I watched closely as three surrounded me. They wielded their crowbars with a look of frightened desperation. I swore.

A desperate man is a worthy foe.

I glanced up, searching for the familiar silhouette of the Boy Wonder. Just then, a war cry resonated in my ears, causing me to spin around. I stepped sideways just in time to dodge the swing of a crowbar.

Latching onto the man's arm, I twisted sharply, raising my knee and slamming it into his chin. Another came at me before I could return to my fighting stance. He swung his crowbar and I stumbled backwards, landing heavily on my back. I raised my feet, aiming for a hard kick in the ribs, but he was faster. He smashed his crowbar against my ankle.

I screamed, the pain causing me to writhe against the ground. He hit my ankle again, and I hissed, choking on my yell. I attempted to crawl backwards, performing an awkward shuffle as I scooted on my butt. He swung again, and brought the crowbar down; aiming for my head.

I felt something shift within me, as though a door had been unlocked, and I knew that my eyes had mutated. The Cats Essence had re-surfaced. The man froze, paling as he looked at my pupils.

A husky voice burrowed into my mind. "Your fear and anger has summoned me, yet you refuse to hand over half the control of your body and mind..."

Just then Robin appeared; he swung into the man who stood over me, knocking the crowbar out of his hands. Just as he turned to face me, I shut my eyes.

"What's wrong?" His voice sounded curious, rather than concerned.

I stood up and hopped on one foot, turning my back to him. Opening my eyes, I stared at the ground. I was unwilling to speak, for fear that my voice had warped.

I confronted the being within my mind. "I did not summon you willingly. So I refuse to relinquish half of my control."

An eerie bark replied within my mind. "Then you have broken the rules of our arrangement. As such, I withdraw my power - for now."

A cold shiver ran up my spine, and suddenly an unpleasant tingle travelled through my body. I knew that my eyes had returned to normal.

I heard Robin's feet shuffle, as he took a step closer to me. "Hey, you injured your leg."

I turned around to face him, leaning forward to rest on his chest. "...no kidding."

He tilted backwards to stare at me. "Can't believe you let druggies take you down." He laughed in my face. "What kind of superhero are you?"

I frowned and pushed away from him, wobbling as I stood with one foot. "Oh, shut up. Where were you? Busy hiding?"

He snorted. "Nah. I got bored of watching you fight. Decided to scout out the area." He lifted his hand, and I noticed the paper cup he was carrying.

I clenched my fists, my face turning red with anger. "When you say 'scout out the area', you mean you went to buy coffee, right?"

He raised an eyebrow, shoving his free hand into his pocket. "Well yeah. What's the big deal?"

I glared at him. "I thought you'd have my back. You suggested this stupid patrol, but you've bailed on me every time a fight came up."

"Don't be such a drama queen. I only left to give you a chance to improve your fighting skills. I was watching you the whole time."

I folded my arms, grinding my teeth. "Oh really? How could you watch me when you were in a coffee shop?"

He shrugged, a bored expression masking his face. "Look, I'm over this fight." He handed me his coffee. "I got it for you. You seemed pretty tired so..."

My frown gradually melted into a small smile as I reached out to take it. "Thanks. How did you even find a coffee shop open at this time of night?"

"I've got my ways."

I brought the cup to my lips, but paused when I registered how light it was. I opened the plastic covering to see... Nothing. It was empty.

I glanced up at Robin, confused. "I thought you said you got coffee for me?"

He smirked. "No, I said I got 'it' for you. Meaning the cup. I already drank the coffee." He laughed at my expression. "You really shouldn't assume."

"B...but..." I stuttered, surprise robbing me of my words.

He grinned. "You didn't ask for one so I didn't get you one."

I scowled. "Of course I didn't ask for one! I had no idea you'd ditch me for a coffee shop!"

He rolled his eyes and began to walk away. "I think we're done for tonight." He looked down at my ankle with a slight frown. "Doesn't seem like you can handle any more fights."

"Yeah, I guess not." I hobbled after him.

He tapped his foot impatiently, then picked me up, cradling me against his chest. I lay in his arms, my feet dangling uselessly over the edge. I raised an eyebrow.

This move was just...so... Wally. "Really, you're gonna carry me like this?"

"Be glad I'm carrying you at all. You're heavy."

I narrowed my eyes, and silence came between the two of us.

Robin's expression softened slightly. "Just so you know... I'm glad you're alright."

I beamed and reached up to kiss him. Our lips gently brushed together as I closed my eyes, reaching upwards to hold his jaw.

I pulled back. "So… you're glad I'm alright huh?" I paused, as though in thought. "That would be more convincing If you actually brought me coffee."

He frowned, a playful glint in his eyes. "I take back every nice thing I said."

I snorted. "Don't worry. It wasn't much to begin with."

He chuckled as we made our way through Gotham City.

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Andie POV:

I frowned as my hands scraped against the bricks, muttering to myself. "Stay at my place Andie, its better than a sleepover Andie…" I mimicked Robin in a high pitched whine, my voice damp with bitterness.

A hole ripped in my cat suit as I clung onto Robins window seal; my lower half dangled above of deadly drop. I glared silently at Robins back as I peeked through his window, waiting for Bats to leave.

The second Robin was alone, I opened the window and scrambled inside, tumbling onto the floor. I huffed. "Is he gone for good this time? 'Cause it's not easy climbing outside with a broken ankle."

I stumbled towards Robin's bed and sat on the edge. Throwing a pillow onto the floor, I rested my bandaged foot on it.

Robin removed his mask, and gave me an annoyed look. "Guess I won't be using that pillow anytime soon."

I smiled sheepishly, my cheeks tinting slightly as he caught my eye.

I looked around his room, fully taking in the silk curtains and furbished surroundings. Only one word came to mind: rich.

"Damn, you must be some secret millionaire..." I looked around, expecting him to respond, but he'd already left. I heard water running in the bathroom.

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By the time he came out, I was lying flat on the bed, spread-eagled across his duvet. "You take longer than m-"

My words dried up as I glanced at him. He wore a pair of grey jogger bottoms that hung dangerously low on his slim physique. A towel hung around his neck, and his built torso was splattered with droplets of water. Dark strands clung to his forehead and his hair stood at odd angles, flopping sideways with the weight of the dripping water.

He raised an eyebrow. "You're doing it again."

"D..doing what?" I looked away, flustered.

"That creepy staring thing," he said with a sigh, as he walked towards the bed. He pushed my thigh to make space, and sat down.

His joggers fell lower, and I bolted upright, instantly hopping to my feet.

He gazed at me. "You seem on edge."

I shrugged, and folded my arms, feeling unusually awkward. "Brilliant detective skills," I snarked.

A small smile crossed his features before he yawned, collapsing onto the bed. "So, did you enjoy the date?"

I blinked. "What date?"

He raised his head to look at me. "The one we just had. Pay attention, will you?"

I laughed in disbelief. "You must be joking. That was not a date... I got beaten up for goodness sake!"

He raised his hand, spreading out his fingers. "Number one: I invited you out. Number two: We hung out alone. Number three: I was a perfect gentlemen. Number four: We kissed. Number fiv-"

"Alright already!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air. "Just shut up."

"I should shut up? You're the one who's yelling. Are you trying to get us caught?"

I shook my head, ignoring his comment. "'Perfect gentlemen' huh?" I muttered. "Would a perfect gentlemen, ditch me during a fight?"

He rolled his eyes. "Will you get over it? I already apologised."

I gave him a withering look. "Actually, you didn't."

He suddenly fell silent, and I waited. And waited. And waited. But the apology never came.

"Well?!"

"Well what?" He said, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, where's my apology?" I ground out.

He sat up fully, and shrugged. "There's no point saying it now, the moments gone."

I glared at him, frowning at his idiotic logic. There's a MOMENT to apologise?

He bent down and picked up the pillow I'd used to rest my foot. "Catch."

I snatched it out of the air with perfect ease, and gave Robin a questioning look.

He lay back down, his black hair falling just shy of his eyelashes. He stared at the ceiling with an unnatural amount of concentration. "You're sleeping here tonight."

"When you say 'here', do you mean...in this...room?" My words came out as a mere squeak, rising an octave higher with each passing second.

Robin didn't look away from the ceiling for one second. "Yeah."

I looked at the bed. The only bed that occupied his room. "Don't you have a guest room or something?"

"Yeah, but it requires a code. If I hack into it, Bat's would know something's up."

I remained silent, my whole body was rigid with nervousness. Apparently, Dick was no better; he stared at the ceiling like it held the secrets of the universe.

I cleared my throat. "I'll take the floor."

"Ok." His answer was quick, as though he was relieved to end the conversation, but his appearance was a picture of peace.

"Ok?" I questioned, a hand on my hip.

He turned to look at me. "Yeah. 'Ok'."

"Haven't you ever heard of chivalry? You were supposed to offer me the bed."

He raised an eyebrow. "You were the one who decided to take the floor."

I glared at him. "Well you weren't supposed to agree! I'm your girlfriend, and your guest!"

He groaned and collapsed on the bed, looking anywhere but directly at me. "I don't suppose you want to...sleep on the bed with me?"

My eyes widened and my cheeks burned red. "W...what? N…no. Of course not."

He closed his eyes, effectively ignoring me. "Then can I get some sleep Andie?"

I frowned, but lay down on the floor, shoving the pillow under my head. "Sleep all you want, but when you wake up with no eyebrows... don't be surprised."

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