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robxstar · 9 months
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RobStar Week 2023, Day 5 - Movie Night
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tarisilmarwen · 9 months
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RobStar Week 2023, Day 4 - Missing
(Set during "How Long Is Forever" because apparently I like hurting myself.)
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The gears near the ceiling rumbled as he stepped into the dimly lit room. Nightwing didn't blink, his eyes already adjusting.
He made a clinical sweep, glancing in each of the corners of the room to check for hidden threats. Satisfied for the moment that nothing had gotten past his security system, he made his way to the computer control on the far wall.
His boots echoed emptily in the hollow space, dull echoes bouncing off the surfaces. Aside from his footsteps and the occasional hiss of steam, it was oppressively quiet.
With a flick of a hand on the console the system booted rapidly to life, cool blue artificial light falling across his face. The camera feeds arrayed themselves on the topmost bank of screens, showing silent snow-covered angles of Jump City. His OS waited for his input, blinking green cursor in the DOS window that had auto-opened on the screen.
Nightwing reached for the keyboard. He happened to glance at the other icons on the desktop.
His hand stilled, hovering over the space bar.
He stared, confused, at the small red circle imposed over the shortcut for the messaging app.
The little dot stared back at him for a long moment as his mind blanked out, bewildered.
He had a message?
He never got messages.
Cyborg was the only one who still had his contact info and in all the years he'd been set up here he had never...
He was frozen for a portent minute. Warily, he moved the cursor to hover over the icon.
He hesitated for one second longer before he clicked it.
The message opened. It was from Cyborg, like he'd thought, and consisted of a single line:
You were right. She's back.
Nightwing gaped at the words, uncomprehending for a tense eternity. His eyes widened abruptly, the dawning realization of what Cyborg meant hitting him like a bowling ball.
Yanking out his desk chair, he sat down and flipped through camera feeds, flashes of the city blipping one by one in rapid succession as he searched.
Downtown business district, nothing. Central Park, nothing. The abandoned factory section, nothing.
Finally, he found an angle that showed a flying streak floating over the city. Breath hitching, he adjusted the programming of his surveillance system, directing it to track the anomaly.
The system filed through a few different cameras before one caught a close enough glimpse.
The air left his lungs like his breath had been punched out of him. His back hit the chair solidly as he sat, gaping, a vice of emotion squeezing around his throat.
Vibrant red hair. Orange skin. Purple garments accented with metal bracers.
His heart was sputtering, like it had forgotten how to beat. He could hear his pulse loud in his ears.
It couldn't be...
Starfire.
His head spun, sitting there dumbly, just watching her as the cameras tracked her across the city. With a rush, he hurled forward, typing out a reply to Cyborg.
When? was all he managed to get out, before his impatience made him smack the button to send.
The wait between the response seemed interminable.
A new message blipped.
She's looking for Warp. She's trying to set things right. She needs help.
Frantic fragmented disjointed thoughts collided in his head, but his body was moving automatically, sliding to another panel, scanning for chronol distortions. Within minutes he was on Warp's trail.
Long buried emotion threatened his composure, rising up like heat in his face, stinging his eyes. He clamped down on the surge, shoving it back under the lid he kept all his feelings under.
Focus, he told himself.
Cold professionalism dropped over him again, as he leapt from the seat and stalked back out. Though his body was charged up with adrenaline he kept it controlled, his face as expressionless as ever.
The biting chill of the outside air clawed at his face, scraped his lungs as he moved silently across rooftops. Nothing slowed him down. He didn't stop to think. If he stopped moving, he would start to double-guess, question himself. He had to keep going fast enough that the grief couldn't reach him.
At the same time, he pushed back against the warm spark starting to pop inside his chest, the faint flickerings of hope. He was just going to check this out, that was all. Investigate Cyborg's claim. He couldn't afford not to. He'd promised he would never stop looking.
He made it to the last location his scanner had pinged Warp's tech at. It was an open boulevard, and there were two figures there, unusual since these roads were usually empty and abandoned these days.
One wore gold-plated armor. Encased helmet, black slacks. Nightwing would know him anywhere. Warp. The other...
A sharp splinter of hot iron felt like it stabbed up through his stomach, piercing his heart and lungs. His limbs pumped faster; he leapt from the roof to the street below, his only goal to reach her before the blast charging in Warp's weapon did.
Robotically, he flung himself at Warp, anger burning under his sternum that the man would dare raise his hand against her again. The villain weighed practically nothing to the surge of strength flowing through him; as soon as he found his feet he was throwing Warp down an alleyway.
Warp hit the wall so hard it cracked, but Nightwing wasn't done, hurling a handful of explosive disks.
They popped off in the empty silence like thunderclaps, smoke and fire filling the alleyway. Nightwing punched through the smoke with a yell but the villain was already gone, slipped away like mist.
One long slow inhale and he calmed himself, the hot fury inside him siphoning away. Control. He wasn't fifteen anymore.
But he stood and turned around and she was. She was small and wide-eyed and so young; it was boggling to be looking down at her. She seemed so much tinier and thinner, standing timidly at the entrance to the alley, green eyes like wide plates, astonished, fearful, and a bit uncertain.
She was breathtaking, stepping from the shadows of the past unchanged like some kind of immortal fae... and he couldn't touch her.
A somber shroud darkened over him. She couldn't stay. She was trying to go back, of course she was trying to go back. She didn't belong here, in this bleak, hopeless future. The damage was done. His timeline would never go back to the way it was.
She couldn't stay.
He steeled himself firmly, posture somber, shuttering away his heart, and all the things he wanted to tell her.
I love you. I missed you. Please don't go away again.
Instead he said:
"It's good to see you again."
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There was some part of him that felt lightened, free of some heavy weight, even though he knew she would only be here temporarily.
"Watch your step," he told her, leading the way down the stairs. "The third stair from the bottom is a little warped."
It squeaked under her foot as she put weight on it and she gawped, yelping a little, startled.
He turned his face so she wouldn't see him smile.
"We can track Warp through the chronol distortion he causes around him," he told her, pressing a button on his gauntlet and bringing up his personal HUD, which showed a little holographic map of the scans his supercomputer up in the main room were running on the city. "Temporal anomalies cause vibrations in the air molecules that the scanners can pick up."
Switching off the display he went for the weapons rack, loading his utility belt back up with all the basics. He'd left with a severely depleted supply when he'd gotten Cyborg's message, and he wanted to be prepared for anything in the upcoming fight.
"We hit him hard, but carefully. Chances are the tech in his suit is the only thing that can send you home. We don't want to damage it," he was rambling absently, loading up freeze discs and wingdings. "Hopefully the others will come help, but I think we can still take him if they don't."
"Robin?"
For some reason, this time, her voice froze him in place like ice, a lasso looping tight around his throat and squeezing, rendering him incapable of speech for a moment.
Nightwing's mind strained for control, his adam's apple bobbing harshly as he swallowed.
"Have... have I done something... wrong?" she asked.
His head whipped around, against his better judgement. "What?" he blurted. "No! No of course not, Star," he rushed to assure her, the rest of him turning around to face her. "Why would you think that?" he asked in dismay, cracks showing in his unflappable expression, unable to hide the distress that pinched his eyes.
She ducked her head, softly, some kind of awful sadness in her eyes. "It is just..." she began, then fiddled with her hands a long moment, wringing them. "You... you have not touched me once since we were reunited," she said, her voice so quiet he could barely hear it. "You have barely even looked at me."
Screams scraped against the sides of his head and it was all Nightwing could do to keep his expressionless mask in place.
Starfire clutched her hands tighter around the edge of the blanket, the only display of affection he had allowed himself to give her, shrinking in on herself like a wilting wildflower.
"I... I know that it is... different now," she strained out, "and you cannot reassure me in the way you might have when we were younger..." She was almost biting her lip, eyes watery and welling. "But I... you feel so distant and strange and I—I cannot help but feel like you don't want—"
He broke.
In an instant his arms were wrapped around her, and he was fifteen and terrified again, his face buried in her hair, embracing her with all his might and shuddering, silent sobs rattling up through him.
"You were gone," he whispered. "You were gone, Starfire. You disappeared." His throat was clogged, snot and inelegant emotion choking him. "I never stopped looking. I couldn't. But you were gone for so so long that I just—"
A strangled hiccup escaped him.
"—It—It hurt too much, I—"
Her hands pressed on either side of his face, pulling his head firmly back in front of hers, so she could look him directly in the face.
"I am sorry," she whispered tremulously, voice wavering. "I am sorry you had to go through that. I am sorry I was not there. I am here now," she told him.
Nightwing sniffed back his breath, senses tingling, struggling to regain his calm. "It's okay," he said, even though it wasn't, even though everything in him wanted to shatter. He forced himself to take a step back, distance himself from her warm touch.
He inhaled and exhaled, getting himself back under control. She watched him with concern, familiar and touching, her gaze like a soothing balm on his soul.
She can't stay, he reminded himself. He had to send her back. To her time, her Robin.
He wouldn't let himself go through this again.
A firm, burning determination shone in his eyes as locked eyes with her.
"Let's get you home," he said fiercely, conviction ringing out through every part of him as she ignited fire in his bones.
They would set this right.
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RobStar Week 2023: Synchronization
*If you haven't read my little fic for the prompt Missing I suggest checking that out first. I kinda planned these out with some continuity in mind.This also kinda follows a headcanon I have about Tamaranian powers. MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING: TORTURE!!! And also sorry in advance for the angst/feels. @robxstar
Synchronization
Starfire pulled her body against her restraints. No matter how much she strained, she could not break free. Still, she could not stop hoping that the dense metal would weaken.
The moment she had regained consciousness, her many stomachs had twisted. It wasn't just the dim memories of the intruders invading the tower and rendering them all unconscious that drove her to pull until she was certain the skin on her wrists and ankles were raw.
The moment she had first taken in her surroundings, she knew she was in grave danger. Many people in this star system and beyond had spoken in hushed whispers about the cruel Psions. The experiments they were rumored to perform, was enough to make the most battle hardened Tamaranian shudder.
So when she awoke and saw an array of strange devices, including the one locked around her neck like a collar, and the reptilian being looking at her with cruel fascination, she knew she was on a Psion ship.
"It really won't do you any good to struggle," the Psion said with no emotion. "Those restraints are made specifically to withstand Tamaranian strength."
"You will release me at once!" Starfire growled, voice dripping with defiance. If the Psion was intimidated, his expression didn't falter.
"I'm afraid I can't allow that. My client is just ad invested in the results of this experiment as I am." Before Starfire ask what he was talking about, the door just beyond her vision on the angled table opened with a soft hum.
Judging from the quality of his armor, a high ranking Citadel warrior stood before her. He looked at Starfire with a glimmer in his eyes that made her blood run cold.
"Greeting your highness. I am the High Commander D'rall. Though I get the sense you are less pleased to see me than I am to see you" he smirked. Stalking over to the table, he looked down at Starfire with a fierce hunger.
"I don't take too kindly to my prizes not being delivered," he growled, still smirking
"Commander, the device is ready for testing" the Psion said.
"Excellent. Before you begin perhaps we should tell her what glorious purpose the Troq shall serve." At the order, the Psion's neutral expression erupted into a malicious grin.
"I presume you are familiar with the Tamaranian phenomena known as the H'threkva. Starfire's heart slammed against her ribs. In English, H'threkva was known as "The Terrible Rage". When a Tamaranian lost control of their angertheir powers could temporarily increase ... but terrible things could happen.
Before she could fully process what this meant, the Psion continued.
"With the collar, the goal is to synchronize it to your nervous system. As it's synchronizing, we can trigger the part of your brain that controls anger, amplifying the power of your starbolts. The wrist restraints are remotely connected to a device at the front of this ship. When you inevitably release all that rage as starbolts, they will be redirected to that device. My hypothesis, is that we can use these amplified powers as a weapon."
"And what better way to test it than on Tamaran itself." With the press of a button a screen illuminated on the wall, revealing her home planet.
Starfire begged. She was not proud of it, but she pleaded with the two of them to reconsider. But their faces remained twisted and cruel
"I told you, I don't take well to my prizes escaping." The Commander nodded to the Psion....and it began.
Synchronization initiating.
A hot pain radiated from the back of her neck. It shot up and down her spine and she forced herself not to wince.
Do not focus on the pain. Do not give in.
If she gave in, everything was lost. Shutting her eyes, she forced herself to picture her friends. To picture Robin. He would find her. He was going to come for her. He always did. Everything would be all right as long as he was on his way.
Synchronization 10%.
Synchronization 30%
Synchronization 50%
Synchronization 75%
Every level of synchronization sent increasing waves of agony through Starfire's body. Fire blazed through her blood, her skull felt as if it would come undone, and her heart clenched with each beat it took. She didn't know when exactly she started screaming, but she couldn't stop.
She begged X'hal for relief, but her prayers went unanswered.
Then beyond the pain, there was a blackness creeping upon her Something told Starfire that within it's depths was the H'threvka.
It frightened her. Tamaranian's were so free with their emotions, and yet, this was a fury she wanted nothing more than to flee from. But the more she resisted against it, the more it pulled her in.
Maybe the pain bled into the anger they were trying to draw from her, or perhaps it was the other way around. But she had no control. This rage was not hers, and yet it was threatening to consume all that she was. Everything grew hotter and hotter by the minute, and the darkness drew her further down.
Do not give up. Think about Robin, think about Robin.
She anchored herself to memories of him. Their battles, flying with him, being near him, Tokyo. But even those precious memories were gradually falling into the black.
The door suddenly blasted open and through her swimming vision she caught a familiar blur.
Robin.
And then nothing but pain and darkness.
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It had taken time, but they had made it. With Galfore's help, they managed to sneak around the scouting ships and board the ship hovering just beyond Tamaran's atmosphere. There were a few guards when they boarded, but they had been swiftly disarmed.
That was when they heard Starfire screaming.For a moment, all of them stood there, pale and frozen. Never had Robin heard her scream like that. He begged his legs to move, but they remained stubbornly numb and lifeless.
"Something's wrong," Raven said, clutching her temple with a wince. "Very wrong."
When the screaming continued and crescendoed into a never-ending wail, Robin ran wordlessly. Everything was blurry and tinged red.He was barely conscious if every step he took. But he didn't stop until he reached the door the screaming was coming from.
If you were to ask him the exact details of the fight later, he would not be able to recall. He knew his blows landed, but each punch and kick was robotic. Even when his foe fell, he kept fighting. It wasn't until Cyborg ripped his bo staff from his grip that Robin snapped to his senses.
"Robin! If we don't shut this thing down now, Starfire's heart is going to stop!" Cyborg yelled. Breathing heavily, Robin glanced down. The larger alien was battered, bruised yet conscious. The smaller one lay dazed somewhere in the distance, with BB standing warily over him.
Another scream jerked his attention towards the bound Starfire. Raven was beside her, trying desperately to use her powers to ease the pain or calm Starfire. But based on the sweat dripping from her brow, she wasn't succeeding.
Robin brought the face of the hulking alien close to his.
"Shut. It. Down" he hissed. The alien laughed.
"You can try. But it's fused to her nervous system. One wrong move...and you damage the Troq for good," he sputtered. Robin yelled and landed another strike, stunning his foe.
"Cyborg, you and me at the controls! Raven, keep it up!" he ordered. Cyborg cast him an uncertain glance, but Robin waved him off. He was in control of himself now. He had to be for her.
They sprinted to the computer, but the language on the screens might as well have been gibberish. Furiously,the two tried to hack the system, until a robotic voice chimed out:
Synchronization 100%
This time, there was no scream. Instead, there was a flash of green, and a loud metallic snap. Robin looked up and saw Raven back away from the now standing form of Starfire.
He should have been relieved. Under any other circumstances, he would have flung himself at her, held her against him until he was certain she was ok. But when her glowing green eyes snapped in his direction, he stopped.
Raven had been right. Something was very wrong.
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theknightofivanhoe · 9 months
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Robstar week - Synchronisation
For @robxstar
Robin and Starfire do spend time together practicing for combat and they do put a few tricks they have learnt from each other to proper use. Striking together as one, the lovers deliver a synchronised punch to some well-armoured enemy who they send flying nearly to the stratosphere.
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echidnapower · 9 months
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RobStar Week 2023 Day 3 - Crossover AU
Well this may be considered cheating, but given the circumstances, I'd rather offer something than nothing. I had every intention of participating this year but I'm working on a project that I need to get done to be up for a promotion at work.
That said, Day 3 of RobStar Week 2023 is a crossover AU, and so I offer you my multi-chapter fic still in-progress, Robin Rising.
This project aims to crossover a wide variety of DC animated content, which includes this one which focuses on the Teen Titans and Batman: The Animated Series.
And believe you me folks, there is PLENTY of @robxstar goodness to be had in here. I hope you enjoy!
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spider-knightart · 2 years
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ROBSTAR WEEK DAY 1: “Flight”
Based on art by Eduardo Barreto
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kitsuneg · 2 years
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RobStar 2022 day 2: Tender
I'm late 🎵 I'm late 🎵
But I still wanted to draw them cause I love them <3
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Robstar Week Day 6: Something New (Prompt: Tropical)
This was a particularly fun prompt, because it gave me a chance to play with a headcanon I’ve had floating around that Nightwing and Starfire took their honeymoon on Tamaran. It’s just a low-key, fluffy little piece that in turn gave me an excuse to fiddle around with some Tamaranean worldbuilding, which is always a bonus!
Something New
The pink-streaked sky of Tamaran was clear and brilliant that evening, the last rays of its distant sun slowly giving way to the brilliant glow of the planet’s twin moons.
His first night spent here, Nightwing had been shocked to find that there was little difference between the light of night and day. The fact that said light was reflected off the moons rather than shining directly from its sun meant that it was a bit cooler, but something in the planet’s atmosphere kept enough heat in that even this was little more than a subtle change. And those were just a few of the countless differences between Tamaran and Earth that made the former so… well, alien.
A good kind of alien, he thought to himself as he snuck a glance over at his amazing, wonderful, delightfully quirky new wife. Starfire hasn’t stopped talking about the region they were staying in since the two of them had left their rented cabin for the evening, and he was suddenly struck with a feeling of guilt over tuning out her impromptu geography lesson.
“I’m sorry,” he said, placing a gentle hand on her arm, “I got a little lost in thought for a sec there. Can you start again with those mountains north of us?”
Starfire nodded, completely unfazed by the interruption. “Those are the Raksgar mountains,” she said, pointing them out. “The tribes that call them home create the most magnificent textiles, thanks in part to a small endemic arthropod called the tentoo that makes its nests with a material very similar to Earth silk. It was their main export back before Tamaran became a unified world-nation, and farming of the tentoo is still quite common in this region. If you are interested, we can visit soon to see it for ourselves.”
Nightwing looked off into the distance, squinting a bit to see if he could spot any towns or cities amidst the mountain range in question. He thought he might have picked out a couple buildings, but the area was heavily forested and it was just a bit too far away for him to be sure.
“Huh,” he thought aloud. “We might have to try it in a day or two. Sounds like it would be something a little different.”
He turned back to see Starfire beaming at him, and he found her smile infectious. He was glad they’d decided to come here for their honeymoon. They’d already been all over the Earth over the course of various missions, and there were so few chances to visit her own homeworld, and overall, ‘something a little different’ sounded like exactly what they needed.
Nightwing took her hand in his. For a moment, they just looked at each other – they were here, they were together, they were married. It was still kind of hard to believe.
Then the wind shifted, and Starfire turned and sniffed at something in the breeze blowing past.
“Mmm… Do you smell that?” she asked, glancing back at him.
Nightwing did in fact smell it, and it was exactly the kind of rich and pungent aroma that suggested an expertly crafted Tamaranean dish that just happened to be unpalatable to most humans. Even so, he chuckled.
“Do you want some?” he asked. “I dunno if it’s for me, but I bet whoever’s selling it has some tropical fruits or something too.”
Starfire squealed and led him through the market square until they found the food vendor. She proceeded to speak with him in rapid Tamaranean (which Nightwing barely understood a word of) and casually pretend she didn’t notice the looks of startled, uncertain recognition he was giving her (which Nightwing found hilarious), before finally buying two items. The vaguely burrito-like object smothered in bright orange sauce matched the smell that had caught her attention earlier, while he gladly accepted a knobbly-looking fruit that he was pretty sure she sometimes used in her cooking. When he bit into it, he was pleased to find it had a tart, citrusy flavor that he was quickly becoming familiar with in the fruits of this region.
The two of them went to find a seat while they ate. It was a small town they’d chosen for their destination, and it kind of reminded him of a little island town back on Earth. They weren’t on an island – Tamaran didn’t have oceans so much as wide, sluggish rivers and small seas, and they were a couple miles from the shore of one of the former – but it had all the muggy heat and lush vegetation and friendly locals of a proper tropical getaway.
The couple got a few more stares from those locals as they enjoyed their food. Some, like the food vendor, were clearly trying to figure out whether they were actually in the presence of literal royalty or just an uncanny lookalike, but others were too distracted by the guy who looked almost Tamaranean, but with too-pale skin and weird eyes and eyebrows. It was a good thing Nightwing was far enough from home and keeping himself low-key enough to go without the mask, or they would have been really confused.
A gentle heat at Nightwing’s side drew his attention, and he looked over to see Starfire leaning into him. She smiled down at him, her eyes glinting softly in the light of her homeworld’s moons.
“Are you enjoying the evening?” she asked.
Nightwing took just a moment to gaze around at the vibrant purple leaves of the trees and the soft whites and bright accents of the buildings around them. He took another bite of the tart and juicy fruit he didn’t even know the name of, and looked back into her brilliant green eyes, and realized there was only really one answer to that question.
“Exploring the world with you? I don’t think it’s possible not to enjoy that.”
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RobStar Week 2022 - Day 1: Flying
Beginning Note:
I’m back!
This story is a sequel to one of my older stories “Nowhere Fast” (On my FF account). TL;DR – Robin gets Starfire’s powers, similar fashion to the the story “Power Failure” from the comics.
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For someone who had spent so many of their years in the circus leaping, swinging and even sometimes diving from unthinkable heights it seemed ridiculous that Robin would somehow be so hesitant about flying. When it had been with Starfire it had been entirely different, he liked when she carried him through the air, he loved the sensation and the thrill of it; but there lied the problem, in those cases she was in control and he trusted her. This scenario was a different one, here he had to trust in himself and for the first time in many years he didn’t think he could.
“You are doing well” a warm, reassuring voice spoke from in front of him.
He frowned, he wasn’t doing well at all. He felt like he was a toddler again, learning to walk for the first time. “I don’t think I am, Star” he replied in a neutral tone, he stretched his leg out and took a step. His foot immediately dropped a few inches further than he expected causing him to panic and wobble frantically.
She giggled loudly, placing her hand over her mouth to try and suppress the sound; she was trying her best but she could not help it. When she received a slight scowl from Robin she smiled sweetly back in return. “You are trying to do the walking but that is not how this works”
“Then how does it?” he asked with a frustrated sigh, “maybe this is just something I can’t learn to do”
She floated around to his back and hugged him behind, placing her chin on his shoulder. “Try to absorb your surroundings first and focus, you are very good at that Robin”
Her embrace soothed his frustration and he took a deep calming breath, he began to rotate both his body and his head to take in the area around him. He was hovering 7000 feet in the air, cotton candy-like clouds moved gracefully beneath him and when looking straight down he could sometimes spot Titans Tower and the bay surrounding it through thin parts of the clouds. The early evening sky engulfed him in all directions, most people would kill for an experience like this but to Robin it just felt surreal and he doubted he could truly appreciate it. “What should I focus on?” he asked, tilting his head to look at his shoulder.
She took the opportunity to kiss him quickly on the lips, giggling madly as their altitude suddenly spiked about 100 feet. She pulled her lips away and placed her chin back on his shoulder speaking gently “Pick a cloud somewhere nearby and lets go to it”, she wrapped her legs around his waist like a knot “just so you don’t think I’m moving us”
He felt slightly lightheaded from both the kiss and the sudden incline but he grinned, scanning the horizon he spotted a small cloud just slightly up ahead. “Okay, forwards” he spoke out loud to himself focusing hard on the action. He didn’t move, he focused once more and still no movement. He clenched his jaw as he tried to focus on whatever muscle or part of his brain was controlling his flight but he couldn’t. He let out an exasperated growl as he watched the cloud float further away on the breeze.
“You were able to fly up here yourself remember, it is just the same-” she replied comfortingly
“All I can do is go up!” he shouted in frustration, “not down, not forwards, not back, not left or even right. Just up!”
“Up is enough for me, Richard” she said lovingly, placing her cheek against his and gently stroking his hair “you do not need to master this on the day of ones”.
His heart swelled, closing his eyes made everything else melt away and he could focus solely on the affection. Suddenly he felt the breeze pick up and brush more vigorously at his face, cracking his eyes open he saw that the cloud he was focusing on was now moving towards him. Had the wind swapped direction that quickly?
“You are flying!” Starfire cried happily, placing rapid-fire kisses on his cheek.
He was in shock, he looked around and sure enough it wasn’t the wind changing course, it was him floating towards the cloud. Speechless, he just held onto the feeling and within a few moments he had caught up with the escaping cloud. He continued until they rested just above the cloud, so close it looked like he was standing on it. “I can’t believe it” he said simply.
“You have done most wonderfully! Even Tamaraneans born with the gift of flight usually take longer to accomplish what you have” Starfire said ecstatically.
Robin felt like the world had disappeared around him, even his girlfriend’s exuberant ramblings became muffled and distant. Memories flashed in his mind; Haly’s circus, his parents John and Mary Grayson standing before him, so much love and pride in their eyes for their son. The world around Robin re-focused and he pulled his mask from his face, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks.
Starfire felt the dampness against her own cheek and turned to give him a worried look, upon seeing him cry she floated around to his front “What is wrong my love?” she asked softly.
Lifting his head, he looked her in the eyes and through his tears he was smiling “I’m back” he said wiping at his eyes, “after so many years…I can be a Flying Grayson again”.
Starfire’s eyes shined, she knew his past and how important and yet tragic the memory of his family was, it was something he found so painful to discuss and something only she was allowed to know. It was something she had took much pride in and now seeing the joy in his eyes even through the tears, it filled her with such an immense feeling of pride and affection for him. Within Robin’s heart there had always been doors that had stay locked, feelings kept away to never be opened again but here in this moment Starfire had witnessed the opening of one of these doors, a lock finally broken.  “You are” she stated happily, and she threw her arms tightly around him, no longer needing to worry about crushing the poor boy she cold hold him as tightly as possible and in return he clutched her back just as tight.
Without realising Starfire had begun taking them higher into the sky until they were nearly touching the stars. Robin pulled back slightly and said with a grin “So you have that problem too?”
Starfire blushed brightly when she realised they were nearly in space “When I’m with you, yes”
The End
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Author’s Notes:
Is this the right timeline? I actually wrote another story after a 5 year hiatus?
This story is actually a preview chapter from another story I am writing which is a sequel to one of my older stories “Nowhere Fast”, can’t give any kind of release date for that sadly.
Also, sorry this is 5 days late. Oops. If I get some inspiration for any of the other prompts then I’ll write some more. If not, happy RobStar Week 2022!
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Commission from Missbox
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Due to severely diminished participation last year I'm putting this poll out for feelers:
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RobStar Week 2023, Day 1 - Interstellar Politics
(Set sometime early in my headcanoned Robin and Starfire's pre-Titans Tower shared apartment days.)
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Robin stared at the door to her bedroom for a long moment, listening to the sound of the shower going in her separate bathroom.
How long could a girl wash her hair, exactly? Starfire had told him she would only be "a few minutes" but it had been at least fifteen now and he was beginning to wonder if her internal Tamaranian-to-English translator had a different definition of "minute".
He sighed, and just turned away to go sit on the couch. Morning sunlight was slowly filtering into the room; their apartment faced west towards the ocean so they could only get ambient light through the windows.
Robin flipped open his red cover laptop. While he was waiting he might as well take care of a few things.
Specifically something that they probably should have done that first day. It had been complicated enough just getting Starfire signed onto his lease with the complex, moving him out of the single bedroom to the two bedroom, that all the other legal paperwork they had to take care of had completely slipped his mind.
He downloaded one of the basic forms he knew they needed before remembering they didn't have a printer. Giving a groaning sigh he copied the document to a USB drive before accessing the secure encrypted messaging program on his desktop.
It took a moment or two to connect to the other end.
The program opened a video call window. A green humanoid face greeted him.
Red eyes widened slightly in surprise, and then delighted affection. "Hello Robin," the person on the other end greeted. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"
Robin let a smile ghost his lips. "Hey J'onn," he said. In spite of the current tension between him and Batman, the rest of the League had been nothing but supportive and concerned about him since his move. He'd had the access codes to the Watchtower's frequency since day one, though he had never used them. Robin tried to think how to begin. "Um... We had a Code 5 over here in Jump, alien warship. Turned it back with a bit of help," he explained.
"I know. We were monitoring the situation," the Martian Manhunter told him, tapping at something on the keyboard on his end.
"Yeah I'm sure you were," Robin muttered under his breath. Still the League's baby kid brother, he supposed. He took a breath, drawing up his composure. "I need a favor. Well," he amended, "a few favors, actually."
J'onn leaned forward, attentive and listening.
***
Starfire exited the car with much nervous trepidation. Her fingers wrung together in front of her as she tilted her eyes up towards the austere-looking government building.
The Lantern that had been driving, a stern-looking man with dark skin and hair, shut off the engine and exited the vehicle, while Robin scooted down the seat and came out the same door she had, taking up a place by her side and touching her elbow in a manner she found quite reassuring.
She turned towards him and managed a smile.
"I apologize," she said, stumbling over the contraction of the word in her head but managing to pronounce it well enough. "We do not have procedures like this on my planet."
"Well," Robin said, beginning to lead her up the stairs towards the door, "it's not for the whole planet, just this particular country." He alerted to something, eyes jerking up towards the sky, breaking into a wonderful smile. "Right on time," he said.
Curious, Starfire looked up, gasping softly as with a whoosh of cloth and displaced air, a flying man in red and blue came down from the sky to join them.
Starfire stared with a bit of awe at the human-looking man, who had a kind face and warm blue eyes, and whose whole demeanor put her at ease, confident and open and friendly.
"Hello Starfire," he said to her, smiling broadly. "They call me Superman. I'm an alien too." He gestured up the steps, towards the oaken doors. "Let's get you all registered and squared away, shall we? I promise, it won't take that long."
Heart thudding, Starfire just followed him and the Lantern up the steps, staying close to Robin's side. All her nerves felt like thin wire fire, but Robin's friends seemed assured and calm so she supposed she could be too.
"What planet is he from?" she whispered at Robin, as the one called 'Superman' held the door open for them.
"Krypton," Robin whispered back.
"Oh... our tutors spoke about the disaster..." she said, eyes pinching with sympathy. "The records claim there were no survivors."
Robin chuckled, and the sound was delightful music to her heart. "Not quite," he told her.
They had passed through the entrance lobby and made it to the service desks now, a wide, open space filled with partially divided offices, and Starfire couldn't help but notice the strange bewildered looks they were getting, people staring at them openly as they made their way through to a particular desk.
The attendant manning it hung up from whatever phone conversation she'd been having, brightening and turning a beaming smile up at them.
"USCIS of Jump City, my name is Sandra, how can I help..." She trailed off, apparently suddenly realizing who was standing before her. "...you?" she finished, much more timidly than before.
The Lantern, the Superman, and Robin all looked back at her.
Swallowing, Starfire found her voice.
"I wish to... declare asylum?" she said, hesitant. She glanced aside questioningly at Robin, checking with him.
He nodded, smiling encouragingly.
The clerk looked the group up and down, gawking, wide-eyed like she was staring down a charging Ragthok. "Uhhhhhhhhh..." she drew out for a long... long moment.
Starfire flushed a bit, embarrassed.
After a minute or two the clerk seemed to kick herself back into operation. "Sure. Okay," she said, sounding not especially confident. "Do you have a Form I-589?" she asked.
From somewhere on his person, the Superman produced it.
"Right here," he said. Not missing a beat he added, "We're also going to need an I-718. And the DHS is going to want to file their own report, possibly conduct a remote interview." He withdrew a scrap of paper, handing it to the bewildered clerk. "I have the contact information for an agent in the Outworlds Threats department right here."
Reeling slightly, the woman could only mutter a soft, "Okay... one moment please," before turning and getting up from her desk on wobbly legs, going over to what Starfire could only assume was a superior and conversing with him seriously.
Starfire's face flamed hot and she ducked her head, embarrassed to be causing such a problem for the nice young woman.
Robin noticed, and his hand found the small of her back, gloved fingers touching there with reassurance.
Starfire's spine flared with warm tingles, and she couldn't look at the boy, her heart turning in funny flips inside her.
She was so grateful to him for doing this. She wanted to stay on this planet, at least until it might be safe to return to Tamaran, and he had been so kind and understanding and diligent to make that happen. She was utterly lost as to what the correct procedure was, how best to respect the laws of the country she'd landed in, and Robin had been ever-present at answering her questions, explaining things to her with magnanimous patience.
She wished she could repay him.
"Hey," he said, and she glanced towards him from the corner of her eye, "don't worry. The League will take care of everything. They've done this a bunch of times before." Robin nodded towards the Superman. "Heck, Superman helped invent half of these procedures."
Tension in her back eased out, the girl relaxing slightly. "That is good to know," she admitted.
The clerk wandering back to the desk drew all of their attention, and Robin's hand dropped away from her back, to Starfire's slight disappointment.
"Okay!" the clerk said breathily, voice slightly strained, holding out a stapled stack of papers to the adults. She still looked out of her depth but her tone was nothing but professional as she instructed, "Please complete the I-718 to the best of your ability while we wait to get in touch with the agent at the Outworlds Threats Department." She slid another paper off her desk, glancing first towards Starfire and then each of her three escorts. "Is there anyone willing to fill out an Affidavit of Character for you?" she asked.
"I'll do it," Robin immediately volunteered, stepping forward and taking the form at once.
From then there was a bit of rustling for pens and the scratch of ink on paper. Starfire nudged Robin for clarification on a few items, and he whispered explanations, as the Lantern leaned against the desk, and Superman chatted up the clerk's superior.
The quiet hum of the office and soft muted voices were a pleasant white noise, until the phone on the clerk's desk startled them with a sharp ring.
***
"Let me get this straight..." sighed the DHS agent on the other end of the line. They were in a backroom now, the video conference call with the government office in Washington D.C. piped in on a large projector screen from the computer. The graying older man rubbed his temples wearily. "You helped an alien prisoner of war escape custody and blew up the ship transporting her, stranding about thirty hostile alien soldiers on Earth?"
"They were taking her to be a slave!" Robin burst indignantly, visibly fuming.
"And we didn't strand the Gordanians," Green Lantern said, as stern and unflappable as ever. "The League rounded them all up and delivered them back to their homeworld by eighteen hundred hours after the incident."
"So all we've risked is pulling Earth into the middle of some far off intergalactic war," grumbled the agent.
"The Gordanians started it when they threatened to blow up the city!" Robin protested. "That's an act of aggression against a neutral party!"
Starfire watched his agitated gestures as he defended her with mixed amusement and appreciation. She still couldn't wrap her head around him. How could he be so certain about her that he'd risk his planet's safety? Why was he just so nice?
Superman gently put a hand on Robin's shoulder, nudging him aside. "What Robin means," he corrected indulgently, "is that The Citadel provoked hostilities first. Earth is protected under the Sector 23 Neutral Act. By setting foot on the planet, the Gordanians forfeited any legal protection against retaliatory self-defense actions undertaken by any parties on Earth."
"I know what the act says..." the agent grumbled.
"Then you'll remember that Earth is sanctioned as an asylum world under the jurisdiction and enforcement of the Guardians of Oa," Green Lantern told the government agent calmly. "If The Citadel wants to beef with Earth, they're going to have the entire Lantern network unilaterally declaring war on them."
The agent accepted that with a tired sigh. "What about this... Tamaran?" he asked, now sidling a suspicious look towards Starfire. "What's to say the Citadel won't resume hostilities against the planet? My understanding is that Starfire here is part of a ceasefire truce."
Robin was stepping forward again, but Starfire preempted him, secretly thrilling at his gumption. "If I may?" she said. She clasped hands in front of herself, respectfully. "The ceasefire may not have been legitimate anyway. The one who negotiated it was not the heir. My people have held the Gordanians at bay for over five years. I am certain they would not hesitate to fight back should the Gordanians break their agreement."
"I see." The man shifted back in his seat. "Well, let me inform the Secretary of Defense and we'll see what he says."
The screen blipped off, going black.
"This could take a while," Robin admitted, turning to her. "Want to get some ice cream?" he offered.
She tilted her head. "What is ice cream?"
***
Starfire and Robin looked up from their cups of delightfully sweet strawberry cream as the doors squeaked open. Starfire stuck her spoon in the little cardboard bowl and rose from the steps, eyes anxious as Superman and Green Lantern exited.
The Kryptonian smiled. "Well, they have some paperwork to finalize and a few processing fees they'll bill to the League treasury, along with the ASC fingerprinting appointment, but it looks like you're squared away. Your asylum request has been rubber stamped."
Light and firecrackers bubbled inside her chest. "I may stay?!" Her feet left the steps as she squealed happily, whirling around towards Robin. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" she cried, throwing her arms around him and scooping him up, hugging him tightly as she lifted him.
"Hhnhh!" was all Robin could manage, teeth locked in a grimace and face turning purple.
"Uh, careful," Superman cautioned her, quickly taking her arms to get her to set the Boy Wonder down and release him.
Confused, Starfire stepped back, looking with some alarm as Robin doubled over, heaving and holding his stomach. "Robin?" she called in concern.
"I'm okay!" he managed to strain, voice wheezing. He gave a couple harsh coughs, which seemed to belie that.
Superman patted Starfire's shoulder. "Pull your strength," he told her. "Something I learned very quickly living here is that humans are very fragile."
"Ohhh..." Starfire said, putting embarrassed hands over her face. She immediately rushed over to Robin's side, checking him over for injuries.
Green Lantern watched her fretting, Robin waving her off, still heaving for breath, and let his face crack with a smile. The Tamarian princess fussed like a worried girlfriend, and the blush on the Boy Wonder's cheeks as she touched him all over was undeniable.
"Ah, young love," he commented, thoroughly amused.
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Wedding Bells Day 6, nearing the end now. The lace took a while but it was worth it in the end 
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