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"ugh."
Robin sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes before fumbling to grab his mask off of his bedside table. He glanced over at his digital clock. 1:24 am. He let out a sigh.
Robin had previously not been able to sleep. Quite frankly, he was tired of it. He stood up, doing a quick stretch before stepping out of his room.
It was routine at this point. He told himself it was to make sure that everyone was safe. The others didn't seem to mind it. Truly, he simply enjoyed seeing them sleep. Not in any weird way, it's just that it's rare to see his friends in such a calmed state during the day. And seeing them sleep encouraged his mind to rest on its own.
Robin walked swiftly through the hallway, his feet pattering through on their own. The path had become muscle memory.
He stopped outside of Starfire's door. Her's was the closest to his, after all. Robin grazed his fingers along the nameplate. Star's was decorated. With little doodles and colors and stickers all on it.
Robin's gaze lowered, to an area just below the nameplate. He remembered the act quite vividly. Starfire insisted that everyone left a handprint on her door whilst she was decorating it. He trailed his finger down the line of hands. Pink, then purple, then blue, a green, and sat right at the end...
Robin gently pressed his naked hand against his own red print. His hands had not grown at all. He smiled fondly. It was quite a nice memory.
He opened the door, stepping inside quietly. As usual, Starfire was asleep. She never was the type to stay up. Her bed was covered in all sorts of blankets and pillows, and even a few stuffed animals. It brought her joy, so nobody really cared.
Robin pattered over to the side of the bed, staring over her. Starfire's face was relaxed, content. Happy. Robin allowed a light smile to graze his face. Starfire slept.. messily. Robin noticed that her blanket wasn't doing much. He sighed, and pulled the blanket up over her, resting it at her shoulders. It was a cold night after all.
Robin walked out of her room, the door closing behind him. Robin continued his mission, walking down the hall to the next door.
Robin stopped, staring at Cyborg's door. He had nothing on his. Only his name. It did have quite a nice font on it though. Cy imprinted it himself.
Robin also knew that there was a bit more to his door. He crouched down, a small, barely noticable camera sitting right where a door handle would be.
Despite popular thought, Cyborg was the most paranoid of all the titans. He simply had a better way of handling it. Cy had hooked up his door to alert the whole tower if anyone entered his room at night unauthorized. In case of danger. Robin figured that out the hard way.
Robin authenticated himself, the door opening. He gently stepped into the room, wary of stepping on anything. Cyborg's room was messy, and had a plethora of tools lying around. Robin stopped at Cyborg's work table. This was a project he had not told him about. It looked.. intriguing. Robin was excited to have Cyborg announce it when it was finished.
Robin stopped in front of Cyborg. He had no bed, and slept on a.. table? Robin wasn't truly sure of what to call it. It looked more like a stretcher, honestly.
Cyborg was sound asleep, his eyes (?) closed. His outer shell lights were dim, generating a small but calming glow. Most likely because he was plugged into a power source.
Robin glanced down next to his feet. There was a small heater there, registering extra heat to the whole room. Robin guessed it made sense, there was no room for a blanket without a bed.
Robin decided not to overstay his visit, and he left the room. He pattered not too far down the hall to another room. One that he was much more familiar with.
The nameplate was quite messy. His handwriting was shit, quite frankly. Yet- still endearing. Robin admired the door. It was beast boy's. Unlike everyone else, beast boy seemed to have.. put a lot of effort into his door. It was covered in paintings of vines and leaves. Sort of like a jungle mural. Beast boy was quite the artist when he felt like it.
Robin traced his hand up a vine, admiring the detail in the paint strokes. Every individual shade blended together seamlessly. It was.. beautiful. He remembered checking up on everyone on the day they decorated and watching beast boy in such surprise. Until then, beast boy's talent was hidden from the rest of the gang. It was a surprise to everyone.
Robin felt a smile tug at his lips. He entered the room, carefully stepping over the many clothes and other such things scattered around. He'd have to tell beast boy to clean up tomorrow. Of course, he'd never get around to it, but it wouldn't hurt to tell him.
Robin stepped to the main area of the room. Beast boy was sitting back in his bean bag chair, a game over screen sitting on the tv. Beast boy still had the controller in his hand. Robin sighed, and took the controller and set it up onto the TV stand. While over there, he turned off the TV. The room was much quieter now. Robin didn't quite realize how much noise the electricity made until it was gone. Oh well.
Robin finally turned his attention to beast boy, still laying there with his eyes closed. Robin contemplated carrying him over to his bed, but he wasn't exactly sure how deep of a sleeper beast boy was. He settled for grabbing a blanket, and draping it over the boy. These titans really don't know how to keep themselves warm, do they?
Robin faintly wondered in the back of his head if beast boy remembered to take out his contacts before he went to sleep. Probably not. Either way, Robin wasn't about to wake him up to remind him. He's lucky that beast boy is even asleep.
Robin gave himself into temptation, leaning down and giving beast boy a soft kiss on the forehead. "goodnight garfield." And with that, he left the room, heading to his next destination.
Robin traveled down the hallway to the farthest room. He stopped in front of the door.
The name plate was imprinted in a fancy calligraphy-type style font. It was filled in with a dark ink, and the area surrounding the nameplate had a few stars drawn on, of course, courtesy of Starfire and not the owner herself. That being, Raven.
Before Robin could enter, he paused. He heard sounds coming from inside of the room. Usually Raven was the quiet type. He leaned in closer to the door. No, it wasn't just any sounds... it was music. Raven... didn't usually listen to music.
As opposed to, literally everyone else in the tower (and the world), Raven didn't really like music. She preferred dead silence. Which is why it is so surprising to hear her play anything.
Robin stepped inside of the room, and as suspected, Raven was awake. She had her head nestled into a book, which wasn't unusual for her. "Hello, Robin." she spoke out, acknowledging the others presence, but not moving her gaze away from her story.
"Hi Raven." Robin turned his attention away from her, and stepped towards the speaker on her short bookshelf. He listened carefully. A tune played out delicately. Soft piano chords flowing out of the box in a calming way. It was a tune Robin knew all too well. He was suddenly aware of a pair of eyes on him, most likely curious.
"This is Clair De Lune." Raven was silent for a moment. "Yes. What about it?" Robin kept his eyes fixated on the speaker, his brain delicately strumming apart the notes. "You like classical?" He tilted his head, indicating confusion. "Yea, Sometimes." Raven responded, her monotone voice blending in perfectly with the piano.
"Robin came over towards the bed. He paused in front of it. Raven nodded, and he sat down at the foot. "Me too." He smiled softly. It was nice to know they had something in common.
They sat there in a content silence for a few moments. The song changed. Robin was silent for a few minutes, before speaking out. "Nocturnes, Op. 55: No. 1 in F Minor." Raven tilted her head. "Hm?" Robin looked over at her. "The name. That's the name of this song." Raven smiled. "Ah."
The two sat there again. No words spoken, only the soft sound of music playing throughout the room. Robin stood up. His mission had been completed. "You'd best get to bed soon." He remarked, glancing at the clock on the wall. 2:36. "It's quite late." Raven acknowledged him, setting her book down beside her. Robin approached the door, but not before granting Raven a goodbye. "Goodnight Raven." Raven hummed, turning off her lamp. "Goodnight Robin."
Robin left the room, her door automatically closing behind him. He felt content, no longer restless. He made his way back down the long hallway, past beast boy's room, and past Cyborg's room, and finally past Starfire's.
Robin made his way to the outside of his door. His own nameplate wasn't very decorated. Like Ravens, his name imprint was filled in with a dark ink. The letters had painted-on red outlines to them.
Robin made his way into his room. He sat down on his bed, taking off his mask and setting it down. He didn't glance at the clock this time, instead he laid down, closing his eyes. With his thoughts finally put to rest, he was getting his much-needed sleep in no time.