Robin drummed his fingers on the table as he waited impatiently for a page to load on the computer. "Come on," he muttered. The tower was quiet; the others had gone out to look for more clues about Raven's whereabouts, but none of them were very sure they'd find anything. They hadn't found anything before, after all. They were all beginning to wonder, though they never said it out loud, if they'd ever find Raven.

Giving up on watching the computer, Robin started to pace. He was highly restless these days; he was getting nowhere in the investigation, and every moment wasted he felt was bad for Raven. Who knows what kind of trouble she was in? She'd been gone for two and a half months now, and for all he knew, she was lying dead somewhere while he couldn't even figure out where she was!

Don't think like that, he scolded himself. She wasn't dead, she couldn't be dead. She was too strong to die. Damn it, if only there was more he could do. He felt so helpless, so frustrated because of his helplessness and even more frustrated with himself for being frustrated. If only he could find something, anything that would break a tiny whole in the wall of what he didn't know. But there was nothing.

He stopped pacing and looked at the computer, leaning down on his hands. It read, 'Error while loading page'. Robin swore. "I don't have time for this!" he said furiously. He closed the page and stood up straight again, massaging his temples. He stood there quietly for a while, eyes closed. "Where are you, Rae?" he whispered.

Behind him, he vaguely heard the door to the living room slide open. Were they back so soon? He didn't bother to turn around, knowing what they'd say. Nothing. He continued massaging his temples, waiting for Cyborg or Starfire to speak up. But he heard a different voice.

"Robin." She almost whispered. But he heard.

He stiffened, unmoving. Then, slowly, he turned around, not believing she'd really be standing there. She was, and with tears running down her face. "Raven!" he gasped. He ran over to her and pulled her into his arms, squeezing her tightly. "My god, Rae! I've missed you!" She began to sob softly into his shoulder, her arms clawing their way around him. "Rae? What's wrong? What happened to you?" She just shook her head, pressing closer, her sobs starting to wrench her body and his heart. "It's okay, it's okay," he whispered, stroking her hair. "You're home now. You're home again." She just cried harder.

He pulled her over to the couch and sat down, still cradling her. He waited, stroking her back, her hair, her face, until her cries began to subside.

"Please, Rae. Tell me what's wrong before I go crazy."

She sat up, her hand and his laced together. Wiping her face, she said softly, "I can't."

"You can't?" he repeated. She shook her head.

"Can you tell me where you've been all this time?" She shook her head again.

"Robin, I missed you too." She said. He stared at her.

"Rae, you've been missing for two and a half months. I've been worried sick! Can't you tell me anything?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm back now and it's all in the past. Please," she said as he opened his mouth to speak. "Please just trust me and don't go there."

They stared at each other for a while, neither speaking. "Robin," she whispered. "Can you do something for me?"

"Yes," he said.

"Soon I'll have all my powers back and I'll have to control my emotions again. So, please... would... you kiss me?" she said hesitantly.

Robin stared at her. She was afraid that he'd refuse; he could see it in her eyes. Fear of rejection mingled with a slight recklessness roiled in their violet depths. Well, it wasn't as if he'd never dreamed of kissing her... they'd talk about her not having her powers later.

He leaned forward, putting a hand at the nape of her neck to draw her towards him. He touched his lips to hers, and she sighed. He brushed his against hers, waiting for her to open her mouth. He traced her bottom lip with his warm tongue, teasing her, and she gasped, her mouth opening. He deepened the kiss, no longer teasing. He was starting to feel more than just enjoyment... he'd wanted to do this for a long time, he realised. Why had he tried to convince himself that he didn't feel this way about her?

Her hand came to cup his cheek, the other stroking the hair at his nape. "Robin," she murmured. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss further. Pushing his fingers into her hair, he cupped her head. He broke their lips apart and she looked up at him with eyes darkened with desire. His arm wrapped around her, he guided her back until she was lying down, never breaking eye contact. He leaned over her, bracing his elbows on either side of her head. She reached up and dragged his head down, pulling him into another mind-numbing kiss. His hands began to rove her body; up her flat stomach, over her breasts, up to her face again.

He stopped, pulled back and looked down at her. "Rae, will you come to my room with me?" she smiled sensuously, and nodded. He stood up and held out his hand. They fairly flew to his room, him stopping her every now and then to kiss her. Once there, they stood in front of the bed and looked at each other.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "Everything will be different afterwards."

She nodded slowly. "I know."

He nodded, reaching for her again.

"Wait." She whispered.

He stopped. She looked searchingly up at him, then stepped closer. She reached up to remove his mask.

Instinctively, he caught her wrists, saying "What are you doing?"

"Please, Robin. I want to look at you. You."

He hesitated. He wanted to show her, to share his identity with her, but...

"Trust me, Robin."

He looked into her violet eyes, and nodded. In one smooth motion, he swept it off and grabbed her around her waist, pulling her up against him. And she looked into his true eyes.