(A/N)- Reeeeeeeeeuniiiiiiited and it feels so goooooooooooood!

Disclaimer: Nope. Guess not. Bummer.

RobStar Week 2016, Day 4 - Reunion

Robin had been slumped at his usual computer station, but perked up when his communicator beeped. He piped the connection to the main screen, steeling himself for the sink of disappointment when he answered and it was inevitably not Starfire.

But to his surprise and delight, her very smiling face was the one that filled the screen when the connection came through.

"Star!" he exclaimed, his features brightening.

"Hello Robin," she greeted, beaming. She glanced behind him and nodded at the figure on the couch. "Raven."

Raven nodded back, glancing up from her book. "Hey Starfire."

Robin could barely contain himself, looking like he might float out of his seat at any moment. "It's so good to hear from you!" he said breathlessly. A worried expression suddenly snapped onto his face. "Did something happen? Do you have to stay longer? Is something wrong with the negotiations?" he asked in a rush.

"Oh no! Nothing is wrong with the treaty negotiations at all!" Starfire hastened to dismiss. She smiled again. "But I believed you wished to know when my transport was passing Saturn."

Robin whooped. "You mean you're on your way home? Right now?" he asked, hardly daring to believe it.

"I shall be in Earth's atmosphere within the hour!" Starfire confirmed.

This time Robin really did spring up from his seat. "I'll see you on the roof, okay?"

"Yes Robin. I will be there shortly!" she promised.

Robin grinned. "Great!"

As soon as the connection switched off, Robin blazed for the door, almost knocking into Cyborg on his way out. The half-robot swerved out of the way last second, giving the Boy Wonder a puzzled look. He turned forward again and came into the room, pointing back at the empty door with his thumb.

"What's his hurry?" he asked Raven.

Raven was gathering herself together, standing up and brushing the lint off her cloak with a subtle smile. "Starfire's on her way home. He went up to the roof to meet her when she got in."

"Oh finally!" Cyborg said, rolling his head back dramatically. "I was beginning to think he'd never stop moping."

"Know the feeling," Raven commiserated. A miserable, melancholic empathic funk had been hovering over Robin for almost a month now, and at times it made it almost unbearable to be in the same room with him. His gloom stuck to her like a personal raincloud through their bond and no amount of meditating could ever fully clear it.

His elation at finally seeing her face again after so long almost made it worth it.

She bookmarked her place in her book and tucked it under her cloak, gesturing towards the door. "C'mon. Let's not miss her ship."

-TT-

Even though he was standing still, his only movement a subtle shifting from foot to foot, Robin felt like a bundle of nervous motion. Like springs coiled in every limb, straining with the tension, ready to burst.

The other Titans said nothing when they joined him on the roof momentarily, but there was a palpable excitement surrounding them too.

They all turned their eyes up to the sky, straining for the first glimpse of the ship.

At length, Robin seemed to spy something silhouetted against the blue, a speck of gold and silver reflecting the sunlight. He might have dismissed it for a plane, but as it got closer the shape grew and changed into an unfamiliar shape, the details resolving until it was identifiably and unmistakably a Tamaranian passenger cruiser.

Shielding his eyes against the sun, Robin grinned at the sight.

Starfire didn't even wait for the cruiser to make a landing. The door in its side opened abruptly, and then she was a streak of red and purple, trailing green behind her, jetlining straight down.

He thought he could perceive a sound tracking with her—a high-pitched, long kind of squealing, following just past her heels as she outflew it.

She was coming in fast, like a hurtling comet. Robin only had time to take a nervous step backwards, his eyes widening slightly, before she impacted, slamming into him, sweeping him up off the roof, clean off his feet.

Robin grunted, slightly winded from the flying tackle, but they were already fifty feet up and several yards out over the bay, her embrace tight around him, and she was laughing, and it was the most wonderful sound in the world. His arms reached around to grasp her tightly, feverishly, squeezing like he could never let go of her again. He could smell her hair, the floral fragrance of some native Tamaranian blossom clinging to it as it swept around their heads. He could feel the sunlight in her skin, the solar energy that radiated from her body to make her so warm, so fun to hug. He could hear her voice shaking with a long-withheld relief and jubilation.

He pulled his head away slightly, to look in her sparkling green eyes. "You missed me too, huh?" he guessed, grinning from ear to ear.

Her arms tightened, squeezing desperately. "Very much so!" she whined.

"Okay," he laughed. "Okay. Put me back down and we can talk all about it. Over dinner."

"Cyborg is cooking, yes?" Starfire asked hopefully.

Robin hooked his hands behind her neck, beaming cheekily. "You bet he is."

She was a bubbling fountain of delight, already telling him tales of her political exploits, all the way back down to the roof, where there were many bone-crushing hugs and exclamations of joy, and her hand never left his, holding onto him with all the strength she possessed.