The sexual tension had been building and building and building until it finally exploded in an array of words and silent, rude gestures. The hurtful words like 'replacement' and 'demon' may have been exchanged, but not a single voice was raised…there was no shouting. Their teammates only watched in fear as barbs were calmly exchanged between the two.
It had been almost a week since the argument, and he hadn't slept a wink. They were giving each other the silent treatment, and the team had had enough. Right before they called for an intervention, he was called to Gotham. Tim Drake needed to make an appearance in the place of Bruce Wayne, who was off-world.
He slept two hours on the jet, and an hour before the gala. Out of 5 days, he'd slept three hours. After the gala, he had to go on patrol with Nightwing and Red Hood. Both told Red Robin that he "looked like shit and need to sleep." Red Robin snarled out them and sped out of the cave, leaving two very confused brothers behind.
Red Robin was cold. The pelting rain hurt as it landed on his face. He was so tired. At the moment, he was sitting on top of a gargoyle, looking out over the city, with nowhere to hide from the rain. He didn't have the energy to respond to the jokes Nightwing and Red Hood were cracking in his ear.
Now that he was away from the situation, regret began to set in. He had been harsh, but so had she. Still, he was the leader. He could have deescalated the situation. Instead, he threw out the word, 'demon', causing her to respond with the word he hated most - 'replacement.'
Red Robin groaned. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Lately, everything she did either annoyed him or angered him. Like, the way she drummed her fingers on any surface when she was annoyed; the way she stared at him with her knowing, vibrant eyes; and the way she was there to stop him from doing something stupid. Those things drove him crazy. Then there was the way she bit one side of her lip; the way she'd hang her head to hide a blush any time she was complemented; the way her hair draped in front of her face when she tilted her head. Don't even get him started on her hair. He'd felt it once. It was silky soft. He'd also spent time studying her lips that were begging to be kissed. Those things annoyed him to know ends. Why did she have to smile in a way that gave him tingles in multiple places? It pissed him off. She needed to frown more. And her breathing – did she really have to inhale like that every time she caught him gazing at her. It was infuriating. Why couldn't she breathe like a normal human? Red Robin frowned as he remembered she was anything but normal.
Red Robin stood from his spot on the gargoyle and jumped to the flat surface of the roof. He needed to apologize. But why should he be the one to say sorry first? Red Robin shook his head, his soaked hair slapping his face. He needed to figure out his feelings - "Why don't you come in?" Nightwing suggested. "It's almost 4 a.m., and you could use some rest."
"Yeah," Red Hood chimed in, "you've been a real grump tonight. What's your deal?"
Red Robin didn't respond. He couldn't. She was there, in front of him. Standing right there. She'd just emerged from the shadows. 'How long had she been there?' he had asked, ignoring his brothers, who were both speaking in his ear.
She stepped forward, removing her hood. The torrents of rain immediately soaked her hair, and his eyes began to wander. She was saying something, probably apologizing. He was too busy tracking the raindrops rolling down her face to pay attention to her words. His world slowed as he watched her. Before he knew it, he was approaching her with confidence. He stood directly in front of her, looking down into her violet eyes. She took a small step back to put some distance between them.
"Tim," his name slipped from her mouth. Red Robin had had it. Wrapping a strong arm around her waist, he pulled her into his body and placed his lips on top of hers. Suddenly, it all made sense. Though, he really should have known – he'd been in this position before with previous lovers. Only his feelings for her were more intense, and he never kissed Bernard in the rain. "Tim, are you there?" Dick asked. "Tim?"
Red Robin ripped his earpiece from his ear as his lips continued to move against hers. His tracker was still in place, Dick and Jason could reach him if they needed him.
Grabbing her thigh, he placed her leg around his waist, and she immediately wrapped the other leg around his waist. Red Robin pushed her back into the wall for support. Making out on a roof in uniform – Batman would kill him. As if he hasn't done way more on a roof with Catwoman, Red Robin thought as he pressed his hard body into Raven's soft one. Even though he couldn't feel her through his plated armor, his entire body was on fire. The freezing rain did nothing to quench the flames inside of him. "Bed," he whispered breathlessly against her lips. A portal opened, and Red Robin felt himself fall forward. He immediately stuck his hands out, bracing himself so he didn't fall on top of her.
Once he was stable, he ripped off his mask and threw it somewhere in the room before placing his lips over hers again. Her mouth was hot against his, and her lips were so soft. Tim shoved his tongue into her mouth and rubbed it roughly against hers. Raven's groan vibrated against his mouth, and the feeling made him shiver from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. He needed to feel her.
He abruptly sat up. Using his teeth, he pulled one glove off his hand while he used his other hand to unclip his cape. Removing his other glove, he too, tossed it somewhere. His lips were back on hers again within a split second. He shuddered when he felt her fingers dig into his scalp. Groaning, he blindly felt for her cape and unclipped it. Yanking the soaking wet fabric out from underneath her, he threw it. It hit the wall before landing on the floor with a splat.
Breathing heavily, Tim looked down at the empath. He could just make out her features in the dark room. Her eyes were purple and bright and seemed to glow. Her breasts moved up and down with every deep breath she took.
Caressing her face, he slowly made his way down to her lips that he softly traced with his thumb. "Beautiful," he said. He then went to work on his uniform, removing his utility belt and dropping it by the side of the bed. He removed his bulletproof-plated armor that she herself had enchanted, making crime fighting a lot safer. Never breaking eye contact, he removed his boots and placed them neatly at the foot of the bed before slowly removing his tights. When he returned to his bed, he was only wearing black briefs. Crawling over Raven, he spread her legs and knelt between them. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hands began to slowly, tentatively, reach for him. Tim grabbed her wrists gently and placed them on his waist right above the elastic band. Instead of grabbing the briefs, which he had expected, Raven slowly dragged her hands up his bare chest, feeling each and every ab. Tim inhaled sharply and breathed out slowly. Her hands were so warm and soft. He leaned over her, bracing himself on his hands as she caressed his shoulders down to his arms. She slowly made her way back up to his neck and face, caressing his cheeks and tracing his lip. Tim placed a gentle kiss on her gloved hand. Raven inhaled sharply at the feel.
Tim slowly leaned back down and began to gently kiss her. He kissed her upper lip and then her lower lip as he searched for the catch in the back of her suit. Finding it, he slowly dragged the zipper down her back. Raven arched into him to give him better access. Once it was down her back, she sat up and helped Tim remove her uniform. It took a little longer to remove Raven's than his being that Raven wore a catsuit that stuck like second skin.
Now, they were both in their undergarments. Bracing himself on his forearms, Tim kissed her slowly and languidly with his tongue searching the crevices of her mouth. Raven wrapped her arms around Tim's neck and brought her closer. "Tim," she whispered as they slowly separated, "I'm ready." Tim's eyes widened as he stared down at her in shock and surprise. They'd already gone a lot farther than he'd expected, and he was okay stopping here. Raven placed a hand against his cheek and said, "I want you."
Tim surged forward, fusing their lips together, pressing every inch of his body against hers. His hands wandered and skimmed over every inch of skin, and hers did the same. He was on fire; he needed relief, but imagining the rain freezing rain falling against his skin helped him cool down. His movements slowed and became more controlled. They'd have more opportunities for him to give in and lose self-control, but for now, it was about her. He'd cool down just for her.
Hours later, after rounds and rounds of lovemaking, Tim lay on his side with his arms wrapped around Raven. Every now and then he'd move his thumb up and down against her arm, and she'd shiver against him. His body was slowly coming back to life with each shiver. He exhaled heavily. His body was ready for another round, but his brain one out in the end. There was no doubt in his mind that she was sore. He was sore. She had initiated things Tim didn't think she was ready for, but she once again, proved him wrong. Kissing her hair as she snuggled deeper against him, Tim closed his eyes and finally slept.