Could you write Richard madly in love and a little jealous of Raven on a hot night? plz, thanks!
It was still 102 degrees. Even nearing midnight, the humidity continued to linger through the tower like a sauna. The heatwave that had struck the city meant everyone was using as much AC power as possible, which in turn led to a countywide blackout. Unfortunately even with their back up generators pumping semi cool air throughout the building, the tower was huge, and not all the rooms had been deemed a priority for air conditioning. Robin’s office was one of them. Just because the others didn’t consider his work important doesn't mean he didn’t. A power outage didn’t mean that crime would rest.
His mind tries to ignore the creeping voice of rationale that no one wants to go out in the blistering heat, let alone commit crime, but the voice is easy to brush away as another trail of sweat runs down his neck and causes him to shiver. Cursing to himself he runs the back of his hand along his forehead, wiping the growing moisture away on his shorts as he sighs heavily. Spite had pushed him through the first two hours he’d spent alone here, but now it was becoming unbearable. Water could only do so much to cool him. Especially when his body was precipitating faster than he could hydrate. Enough was enough. Paperwork could wait another day.
Robin groans, standing from his desk, stretching quickly and ignoring the streams of sweat that trickle out of various creases of skin. He feels disgusting. His shorts feel like they absorb the humidity in the air, seeping his shorts in a heavy moisture. It feels like he’s been dunked in a pool but with none of the cool relief, only more stuffy air to greet him as he moves out into the hallway. It’s only moderately cooler. Robin holds his arms away from his body awkwardly as he walks, trying to keep his skin from sticking against itself. He wants to whine, it’s the only thing that he thinks will make his body feel better besides a spontaneous snowfall.
Making it back to his room is ideal, but Raven’s door is only slightly farther away. He’s sure her room is cool, all the bedrooms were considered top priority at night. He’d only have to sacrifice the cold shower he’d been looking forward to and deal with Raven complaining about his sweat covering her sheets.
It’s worth it, he decides. Bypassing his door he drags himself around the corner of the chamber corridor and down to hers. Rapping his knuckles along the metal lightly, knowing she’ll hear it or feel him nearby if she’s awake, the door slides open easily. If he’d been a little more awake he might have noticed the lack of breeze from a change in temperature to greet him. Walking in he anticipates being met with an icy wall of air, only to be met with a thicker, even more humid film of heat.
Robin coughs, his hand flying up to his throat as he throws a look of surprise toward the empath on the bed.
“What the hell, Raven?” he pants, feeling his body prickle with reinforced heat.
Raven sits up quickly noticing his distress. “What?”
“Where’s your AC? It feels worse than my office in here,” he groans, holding his arm further from his sides to emphasize his point.
“Oh, I had Cy turn mine off. I figured there was something more important it could be used for,” she shrugs, relaxing a little.
“Aren’t you hot?”
“You tell me,” she teases.
Robin groans. “Stop. I can’t even think about that right now. It’s too hot,”
She hums in amusement, sliding out from under her covers to pad over to him.
“I’m fine,” she smirks slightly, coming to a stop in front of him.
“How?”
Even in the few seconds he’s been standing here, he can feel the way his exasperation has increased his body temperature and he shakes his hands trying to relieve the stimulation. The fringe of his hair has already started sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck and he can’t help his grimace from the occasional tickle.
Raven’s smile grows a little bigger, only further laced with satisfaction. “I don’t know what you remember from the end of the world, but I was kind of born to endure heat,”
Robin groans heavily as the realization dawns on him..
“Oh. Hell,” Robin nearly heaves out the words. “You’re a demon,”
His head rolls back in dismay. It’s like a betrayal he’d never accounted for or expected. Not even one that either of them could control. There would be no solace here from the heat. And even worse, he was going to have to walk back to his room after all.
“The heat makes you dramatic,” Raven laughs, taking a final step closer and reaching up to brush her fingers across his dampened skin.
The chilly shock of her fingers makes him stiffen, the pads of her fingers pressing lightly against his skin, just enough to tease him with relief.
“You’re cold!” he gasps, leaning further into her touch.
Raven looks just as surprised as he does, flattening her hand against his forehead and letting her icy touch soothe him.
“Oh my god,” he throws himself at her, his hands digging under her shirt to wrap around her waist, his arms pressing against as much of her skin as he can possibly touch.
“Robin,” she whines as their skin velcros together, adhered with his sweat.
“You’re like an ice pack,” he mumbles against her shoulder.
“You’re like a sticky counter,” she grimaces in return.
Robin holds her tighter, nearly lifting her off the ground as he tries to pull her closer. He drags her over to her bed, the heat of the room all but nearly forgotten as he lavishes in his newfound prize. He flops backward, causing her to land on top of him with a grunt and he shifts his arms to support her.
“You’re getting my sheets all sweaty,” Raven huffs.
“As if you care,”
“I’m the one who has to wash them,” she chides, rolling her eyes.
Robin’s arms move around underneath her shirt enthusiastically, pressing his forearms against her back so his biceps can soak up the chill from her stomach. He buries his face against her neck and collarbone, the slightly humid air now chilled nicely and scented with her herby scent. Their legs tangle as she shifts to lay more comfortably on top of him, his knees still bent and hanging off the edge of her bed. Her short clad legs draping over his thighs and hips meant he was nearly covered by her frigid body.
“Why are you so cold? You’re never this cold,”
“I don’t know. My body does weird things. My powers run cold, maybe it’s a side effect,” she shrugs around his grip.
The strings all align in Robin’s mind. The “winter” in Jump wasn’t exactly arctic levels, but she always seemed especially irritable in the cold. Even in the summer she would complain about being cold, and would often press her chilly hands and feet against his skin to seep his warmth. He felt silly about never thinking much of it before, blaming it on her potentially having bad circulation. Her genealogy being the answer made much more sense– she wasn’t built for earth’s weather.
“I guess I always assumed you would be hot blooded or something. Y’know, demons and heat and all that,” he mumbles into her shoulder.
“I don’t really have any assumptions, being nonpareil and all,”
“Fair enough.” he shifts his arms searching out untouched skin, his own body heating hers up far too quick for his liking.
Raven slaps his hands lightly in warning when his touches get a little too unintentionally overzealous and he offers a soft apology against her skin. Settling down a little as he feels his internal temperature lower to a much more manageable degree. The satisfaction simmers throughout him and he sighs in relief.
“How unfair,” he murmurs.
“What?”
“Your endurance,”
“Robin, I’m cold nearly eighty percent of the year, a few days where I’m comfortable is hardly an advantage,” she huffs.
“You’re better than AC,” he hums, his voice muffled between them. “This is great. I love this. I love you,”
“So dramatic,” she teases affectionately.