This was part of a BBRae drabble but I took it out and made it for RobRae. Ooooooops.
(disclaimer)
"Protocol. We have a protocol."
"Irrefutably so."
"You didn't follow it."
"No one stopped me."
Robin frowned from his side of the interrogation table. The dank, cube shaped room was used for harsh sessions against serious villains, but the alpha Titan had found it quite useful when squeezing secrets from his teammates. He'd even used the table cuffs once, only on Beast Boy. But they weren't necessary today, their use futile.
"That's criminal mentality. Anyway, if you just would've told me ahead of time, we wouldn't even be here. Things need to be documented. There's a system for a reason, Raven."
"Calm down, Bird Boy." He learned to ignore her subtle digs, instead focusing on the garnet chakra that gleamed in the shadows.
Raven clicked the handcuffs mockingly, on and off her wrists with her powerful mind. "I got a tattoo, not a felon." Large amethyst eyes never leaving his masked ones. Under the single hanging light, the situation seemed more ominous than it was. "Listen, Robin. I'm sorry I didn't tell you." Her words were likely insincere, but it was hard to distinguish any emotion in her subzero voice. "Just take your observations so you can do your Obsessive-Compulsive-Documentation."
"Prime."
Raven was always difficult for Robin to disagree with, knowing her powers were often on edge, and her intensity easily matched his own. He watched his dark teammate warily, as she stood from the chair on her side of the table and levitated a bit, so she could sit on the edge of the steel table. Cloak absent, Raven daintily undid the zipper that stretched over her spinal cord, until it reached its end above her lower back. Gently, she pulled her arms from the spandex sleeves and bowed her head. Thumbing the sides of her leotard, she tugged it downward until Robin could see the damage done.
Her bare back sat with perfect posture, wispy lavender locks resting just above her shoulders. Slender shoulders back, thumbs holding her uniform in place, meant her front was full exposed, but Robin didn't dare peek. She would know. However, he was completely entranced with her backside. It was completely bare and innocent, like a clean slate, save her new tattoo. As he leaned in to observe the ink detailing, he did his best to ignore the jasmine scent that radiated from her tender ashen skin.
A raven.
The dark inkling bird stretched its wings from one hip to the other. The beak faced south, plunging towards her rear. Robin noticed it resembled her soul self almost perfectly. The dark eminence looked completely magical against her light skin. The mixture of jasmine and mystery enticed him teasingly. From his side of the table, the masked leader leaned in to trace the bird. Soon, the aroma of Raven captured the boy, and his lips were traveling lightly up her spinal cord, to the right of her neck.
"I like it." He murmured, lips tousling her lavender waves. "I like it a lot." Her head lolled to the side, pressing back against her leader's left collar. He was desperate to make his mark. Kissing her neck, a careful hand ran from her hip, up the female Titan's bare right side. Slowly, fingers settled longingly just under her upper arm.
So close.
Without warning, a silver cuff captured his wrist, yanking it away from her bare front. Robin jumped back, startled. Raven is a tease, Robin snarled mentally, tugging at his wrist, which was now chained to the table. The dark girl tilted her head to the left, just enough for Robin to see the silhouette of her lips as she chastised him.
Raven pursed her lips with in a smirk. Remaining turned away from him, the empath pulled her sleeves up and zipped her uniform, indicating she would have none of his affectionate attempts.
"You're the one who demanded documentation." A blue glow of her fingertips erased the gentle work his lips had done on her neck. Masked eyes narrowed, and Robin stopped scrambling for the cuff's key to glare at his dangerously enticing teammate. But her coy expression was not distressed from his hard look. "Next time you want to make your own mark on me, remember there is a-hmm, now, what do you call it?"
The alpha Titan refused to compromise.
"Ah yes, protocol."
Her teasing was absolutely unforgiving.
Robin hissed in exasperation. "Noted."
"Good. Maybe then I won't have to clip your wings."