Author's Note: Back with a new chapter! Trigger warning for mentions drugs and alluding to SA.

Since Dick had first started the team, the Titans maintained a rotating schedule of night patrolling in Jump City to help mitigate crime. Two Titans would be out at different parts of the city at a time who could help each other if need be. Partners rotated often for team building purposes, and there was no greater crime fighting team in Jump City than Robin and Raven.

It was a warm, clear night the next time their schedule lined up together and had been mostly free of crime.

"Robin, report," Raven demanded over their comms.

"Overlooking East and Main. Nearing closing time. I'm going to monitor for activity. You?" Robin was perched on the roof of a building on a busy intersection. It was a Saturday evening, and drunkards made for good crime prevention opportunities. Break up fights, confiscate keys before someone drunk drives, you name it. It was an opportune time to keep people from making stupid mistakes that might cost someone their life.

"Just finished up with an attempted car theft. I'll make my way to the other high-density bar area."

"Better hurry, I already have a good amount of traffic emptying out here. Could be busy. Remember our bet?" Robin smirked. They took their time in the field seriously but couldn't help but make it a little fun. This time, they bet they could confiscate more car keys than the other, and the loser had to sit and watch TV, a movie of Garfield's choice. With him.

"Oh, I remember, Boy Wonder."

"Well, I wouldn't want you to lose just because I got a head start."

"Good thing I can teleport and am already on sight."

"May the best vigilante win."

"Gotta go, already spotted one!"

Robin looked more intently at the people dispersing in the streets as the spirit of competition overtook him. He scrutinized stumbler after stumbler but was pleasantly surprised to see some Ubers pulling up on the streets this evening. Perhaps he would lose this time. Maybe they've gotten too good at this, and people are finally looking to take precautions.

He scanned the street to his right, a side street with only a couple of bars, where some movement caught his eye. Two men and a woman were leaving an establishment, but only the men had maintained the ability to walk. They stood on either side of the woman and were half dragging her out as she stumbled dangerously. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, good people ensuring an intoxicated person got home safe existed, but when they approached a car parked on the street and she weakly tried turning and extending her arm back towards to bar, only to be grabbed roughly to turn back around as they opened the door to the backseat, Robin's blood boiled.

Using his grappling hook, he immediately swung down towards the group. He extended a leg as he aimed himself at one of the men as he was attempting to shove the woman in the backseat. He kicked the man in the temple, knocking the other side of his head into the open car door, making him drop to the ground knocked out. Robin landed smoothly a few feet away in a crouched position, before turning swiftly and running back towards the other man and woman by the car.

"What the fuck?!" the other man shouted in surprise before getting Robin's boot roundhouse kicked into his jaw.

Pathetic losers. Robin thought as he quickly zip tied both groaning men behind their backs on the ground. They didn't even give him the satisfaction of being able to put up a fight, not that he expected much from cowards like these two.

Behind him, he heard a gurgling sound.

Shit.

He moved quickly to the woman and tried to do a quick assessment.

"Hey!" He shook her shoulders.

She was unresponsive. Limp.

He opened one of her eyes and pulled out a flashlight. Pinpoint pupils. Her breathing was slowing. He felt for a pulse and didn't like what he found there either.

He pressed a finger to his ear to turn on his comms.

"Raven. I need you. Get my location and teleport asap."

She was already on the sidewalk next to him when he pressed his comms off.

"What happened?" Raven asked quickly as she knelt next to him, taking in the condition of the woman in his arms.

"OD. I don't have Narcan. You need to get her to a hospital, fast."

Raven placed a hand on the woman and closed her eyes as her powers scanned her.

"A hospital won't be able to act fast enough. I'm going to have to heal her."

Robin grit his teeth. He knew healing, especially near-death healing, took a lot out of Raven. But they didn't have time for other options.

Raven placed her hands on either side of the woman's face as both women began to glow with Raven's powers. Robin watched as Raven's cape billowed around her and saw glimpses of strands of her dark hair floating under her hood. For a moment, he stared at her in awe of her power, and then the glowing subsided and Raven fell on her hands to the ground.

"Raven!" Robin shouted in concern as the heroine held herself up by her palms, heaving the contents of her stomach onto the sidewalk.

Still cradling their Jane Doe, Robin placed his free hand on Raven's back as she gasped for breath. She was still conscious, for now.

The woman in his arms began to groan and come to.

"Get her inside, get her safe. I need a minute." Raven said weakly.

"I need to make sure you're safe too, Raven."

"I'll be fine. Go."

Against his instincts to stay by Raven's side, Robin picked up the woman and carried her quickly back inside the club. He locked eyes with a bartender who gaped at seeing him entering the bar.

"You. Call the police to arrest the two goons outside your door who drugged one of your patrons. And get her an ambulance to make sure she's alright."

The bartender ran around from behind the counter and sprang into action.

"You, call 911!" the bartender ordered a busser. "Here, put her here."

The bartender then directed Robin to a clear booth to set the woman down. Her eyes slowly opened as he set her down, and she furrowed her brow in confusion before her eyes went wide with realization. He stepped back and let the bartender fuss about making her comfortable.

"Don't make me come here again," Robin warned the bartender in a menacing tone like only the son of Batman could manage.

"I won't."

Returning quickly back outside, still concerned for Raven, Robin was met with the sight of her splayed out on the sidewalk. A couple of people passing by coming from a nearby bar had stopped to stare and point at her and the men still handcuffed on the ground near her, contemplating what they should do. Robin ran back to her side and fell to his knees, immediately lifting her face from the ground, cradling her gently in his hands.

He turned back to the rubberneckers.

"There's nothing to see here. Police are already on their way. Move!" He commanded in a way that had them shuffling quickly the opposite way down the street. Robin turned his attention back on Raven. She was stable. But she needed time to recover. He'd seen this before.

As gently as he could manage, he lifted Raven fireman style over his shoulder. As his grappling hook brought them swinging up towards the tops of the buildings, he glimpsed the blue and red flashing lights turning the corner lighting up the wretched street they left behind.