a/n: This is just a random piece I'd been playing with for a while... Might turn it into an actual AU story someday - let me know what you guys think! Sorry for the lack of updates on this compilation friends, I don't get a lot of RobRae requests. (Feel free to give me some though! They're my otp). ^.

"Objection, your honor."

A silvery voice commanded attention over her colleagues and all eyes fell on her.

"I motion a recess."

"Granted. Court will be back in session in 20."

The bustle of kitten heels and clicks of closing leather briefcases rung through the hall outside the courtroom. The young attorney smoothed back her low chignon, tucking the loose strands behind her ears. Opening her binder, she began rereading her notes. She'd dealt with a decent amount of clients in her time since graduate school but this case was almost as complicated as the people involved.

"It's been a pleasure working against you." The confident voice that had carried through the room for hours prior was now in direct proximity. Quickly closing her manila folder, Raven tucked the legal work into her black snakeskin briefcase and stood to meet his eyes evenly.

"Mr. Grayson," The silvery voice returned, steelier this time.

"I never thought I'd see you again," Sapphire eyes glinted with a touch of familiar ambiance.

The premier attorney nodded, bringing her case to her chest. Dick had always been observant, most especially to his colleague, and couldn't help but smirk. He loved that he could still put her on edge, even after all these years. He also noted that she didn't seem amused with his tentative words, lingering awkwardly in the space between them. Shifting his weight so his right hip was closer to her and his handsome sapphire eyes narrowed.

"I thought you'd want to talk," he fought the snarl in his voice.

"About?" Raven feigned nonchalance, refusing to meet his fervent look.

"You know," His voice was raspier, more strained and far less confident than it had been before the judge.

"We're at 13 minutes," Raven countered. She was a firm believer that what had happened in the past should stay there; it didn't matter if she wished to resolve their previous faults, it wouldn't happen. She wouldn't allow it.

Running a hand through his jet black hair, he resisted tugging furiously at his roots. He'd made a mistake, and if anyone knew forgiveness it should be Raven. But seeing her here and now, he realized her personality had morphed into one that was more stiff than her white button down blouse. If he wanted to break her walls, he'd have to be bold. Although Raven was a creature of subtle body language and gentle discussion, Dick knew the best way to elicit a genuine response was to catch her off guard.

Peeking around the empty city hall, Dick made up his mind. He shifted to face her squarely and grabbed her cheeks. Bending slightly, he pressed his lips to hers, firm at first but more gentle as the seconds ticked. Immediately, alarms rang out, red and blaring in her mind, as she felt his mouth tremble softly against hers. Raven fidgeted in his grasp for a good five seconds before digging her French manicure into his wrists, releasing herself.

Raven rolled her lips together before settling in a firm purse while Dick nudged at his bottom lip with the knuckle of his index finger. He stared at her intently, the fire behind her eyes igniting an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He couldn't let on of his fear of her opinion but he figured she knew anyway. Raven had always had a certain empathetic quality about her even if she came across monotonous every day.

"That was inappropriate," Raven hissed, her grip tightening around her briefcase. She wanted to shift her weight, to somehow fidget, but her pointed patent heels wouldn't allow it.

"And you enjoyed every second," he smirked. He hated to use tactic on her but wanted to get closer. "You're tense," he took a step to the side of her, stopping so he was directly behind her. Leaning closer, his murmur tickled her ear. "I can help you."

"Don't use your damn strategies on me," Raven's voice rose and he could tell he'd put her on edge. "I won't fall for your ploys, Richard. I'm not a victim to my emotions."

"You may not be a victim to your emotions," Dick agreed, greed growing as every second he stood behind her, hands tucked neatly behind his back. "But if I remember correctly… You're a slave to your desire."

With that, the expert strategist walked away. Raven watched him for a moment, despising him more with every step. She couldn't believe he'd used an old flame to try and singe her focus on this case. She wanted him to suffer for everything he'd done to her; from allowing her to believe in romance to almost shattering her career. Raven released a shaky sigh and glanced at the restroom sign before checking her watch and growling in heated disappointment.

Two minutes.