Couple

"Do you have any idea what time it is, Raven?"

Robin stood in the living room, his arms across his chest, his foot tapping on the floor.

Raven was holding her boots in her hand, wanting to be as quiet as possible. Obviously, she had failed.

She winced at the brightness of the common room lights, putting her arm up in front of her.

"I'm well aware of the time, Robin. It's 3:25 A.M."

She walked forwards, placing her shoes on the table and setting herself down on the couch and laying back, shielding her eyes.

Robin looked down at her, sighing at her current state.

"Were you.....drinking?"

She peeked out from behind her arms, raising a perfect brow and huffing slightly.

"It's too early for interrogations, Robin."

She unclipped her cloak, tossing it onto the floor unceremoniously.

"Raven! "

He furrowed his brows at her, picking up the cloak and setting it onto the table.

"How much have you had to drink?"

She began unzipping her leotard, pulling it down to reveal the smooth skin just above her breasts.

"Mmm, just enough."

His eyes raised under the mask, and he rushed forward, covering her form with a blanket.

"You'll feel like shit in the morning."

She pulled the blanket down a bit, seemingly trying to get comfortable.

"I'm sure I will."

She reached behind her form, trying to unzip herself further, obviously heating up.

Robin grabbed her hands, pulling them away from her back.

She leaned forward, planting a small kiss on his lips, taking her hands away and laying back down.

"It's too hot, Robin."

He sighed, able to taste the alcohol on her lips.

"Someone might come down here, Rae. And it would look a little suggestive if you were in nothing but your bra and underwear."

She pulled at the zipper, huffing as her fingers slipped.

"I'm too hot, Robin. I need to take this off."

Her words were slightly slurred, and it surprised him.

The fact that she had been drinking wasn't what bothered him, for she had gone out with him many a time to relax at the bar. She was 23 after all.

And he had promised her when she turned 21 he would take her out for her birthday. So now, it had become a custom of theirs to go out and have a couple of drinks every once in a while.

What bothered him was that she was tipsy, bordering on drunk. Raven usually handled her alcohol quite well. For anything, he would be the drunk one.

But here she was, obviously not in the right sense of mind, practically begging him to let her strip.

"Richard."

He looked down at her, seeing she had successfully gotten the top portion of the leotard off.

He sighed, furrowing his eyebrows at her, but she couldn't tell because of his mask.

She began pulling her legs out of the thing, and before he could stop her, her leotard was on the floor.

"God, Raven. You're such a stubborn woman."

She stretched, throwing the blanket off of her body and yawning.

Robin rolled his eyes at her, watching her find a comfortable position.

She reached up and ran a finger along his jaw lightly, smiling. It was a smile he had never seen before, so he was going to chalk it up to the alcohol.

"Whoa, am I interrupting something between you two birds?"

Robin jumped at Cyborg's voice, and was quick to cover Raven up with the blanket.

He stood up, and she sat up, not bothering to keep the blanket up.

Cyborg raised his brows, looking to Robin.

"Why isn't she wearing a shirt?"

Raven yawned again, stretching her arms out.

"I'm not wearing pants, either."

She started to stand, but Robin pushed her down, his cheeks reddening at the situation.

"You stay put," he spoke to her in a solid voice, then turned back to Cyborg, "She's drunk."

Cyborg shrugged, looking down at the woman.

"I should've guessed. That's what she gets for agreeing to a drinking contest with Garfield."

"Wait, what?"

Cyborg grinned, looking over at Raven, who was narrowing her eyes at him. He only chuckled.

"Yeah, and she won, too. I didn't know she could down so many shots in just a minute."

Robin gritted his teeth together, staring down at Raven angrily.

"How many?"

She stared up at the ceiling, ignoring his voice.

Cyborg threw her under the bus, speaking for her, his eyes smiling as he did so.

"I think it was ten. Or was it fifteen, Raven?"

She swallowed the lump in her throat, finding the courage to speak up.

"It was thirteen, Cyborg. You can go now."

"No no, he can stay. I'd like to know what else happened."

Cyborg sat down at the kitchen table, ignoring the threats Raven was sending his way.

"Well, Gar only managed to get down five before he threw up. She could've stopped at seven, but she wanted to rub it in his face."

Robin pinched the bridge of his nose, staring down at Raven as if she were a child.

"And?"

Cyborg thought for a moment before smiling haphazardly at the two.

"She offered to give a stranger a lap dance. Man, she was wasted."

Raven exhaled sharply, trying her best not to pay attention to Robin's harsh stare.

"You're not helping, Cyborg."

The metal man grinned, seemingly mocking her.

"You know, if you don't like me talking, why don't you just throw me out of here with your powers?"

She scowled at him, the bright lights doing nothing for her vision.

Robin kept his eyes on her, but she covered her own with her arm again, blocking those violet orbs he was currently angry with.

"You know I can't." She mumbled, and Cyborg put his hand to his ear.

"What was that?"

Raven practically growled at him, her voice coming out in short quips.

"You. Know. I. Can't."

She gave Cyborg her death stare, unsheilding her eyes for a moment to do so.

"Why is that?" Robin interrupted her dangerous words, his own just as dangerous.

Raven glanced over at him, then covered her eyes again, not liking the look on his face.

Cyborg chuckled under his breath, speaking up when she wouldn't answer.

"Alcohol numbs her demon side, or as she put it, 'it fucks up daddy's little demon'."

Raven hissed, sinking down on the couch as Robin clenched his fists.

"Raven! What if crime was committed and you had to fight?!"

She shrugged, her eyes guarded from his gaze.

"Who commits a crime at 2:00 AM on a Saturday? Not me."

Robin turned to Cyborg, motioning towards the door.

"You can go."

Cyborg took his cue, leaving the two by themselves in the common room, grinning idiotically for Raven.

Robin sat next to her on the couch, looking down at her now visible eyes, concern on his face.

She stared up at him through half lidded eyes, seemingly tired.

He sighed, the anger fading away at the sight of her.

"Rae, you could've gotten alcohol poisoning and gotten seriously sick, or died."

She let him place a hand on her blanket covered knee, the warmth making her shiver involuntarily.

"I wouldn't have died, Robin. It may suppress my powers, but it still can't completely get rid of my demon side. And my demon side can't die from that."

He was relieved to know she would be okay, but still, this had worried him.

He covered up her legs as she sprawled them across his lap, pointing her toes as she stretched again.

He found himself absent mindedly caressing her legs underneath the blanket, staring at the floor.

"You don't have to prove yourself to him."

She looked up at him, yawning once again and closing her eyes.

"He told me he could win in a tequila off against me. You know I couldn't turn that down."

He chuckled, leaning back on the couch and smiling at her. She shifted lightly, then relaxed against the couch, falling asleep.

Robin watched her, making a note to himself to never challenge her at the bar.