Rogue

10:

Robin POV
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I woke up with two little warm bodies pressed against my sides, and smiled. Looking down, I chuckled at the sight of tuffs of black and gold on either side of me sticking up out of the blankets. There was no possible way of being able to sneak out of the covers without them waking up. As it was, I was lucky Ryder hadn't sensed I was up, causing him to wake up in turn. 

Letting out a slow breath, I relaxed against my pillow and took a look around. Blake had thought it...fitting to put me in my old room. It was a bit weird, since no one had felt like changing my room or anything, so it was a huge reminder of my teenage self. And I wasn't very fond of being reminded of exactly how much of a loser I used to be. I mean for shit's sake, the room had no personality at all. It could've been a guest room with how devoid it was. 

The double bed was shoved in the far-most corner of the room, the duvet a basic solid grey color with delicate embroidery of the same shade. At least the sheets and pillow cases were an interesting shade of blue that was like a pale version of my eyes. A black nightstand was next to the bed, with a simple lamp with a matching black lampshade, two books: 'How to Kill a Mockingbird' and 'Lord of the Flies', and a tattered old batman action figure. My desk, a simple black one with a single drawer on either side, was pushed under the window--another lamp and my laptop occupying the top, some scattered papers underneath the old thing. A black bookshelf took up part of the adjacent wall, filled to the brim with books and even more books piled against it on the floor. Then it was the door to my en suite bathroom, and then my dresser--black of course. 

I was quite the morbid teen. 

Feeling my bladder clench in urgent need of release, I held my breath and wriggled out from between the twins. Ryder's brow furrowed, his lips pouting softly, but his expression smoothed out when Rebel scooted closer towards him, into the warm spot I had left behind. I smiled at the adorable sight the two made, resisting the urge to reach out and smooth their hair down lest they woke up. 

After taking a quick shower--Goddess knows if I waited until after the twins were awake, they would crawl in after me--I tiptoed across the room and out the door. They must be so exhausted. I was usually woken up by them, and in the cases that I woke up first they were always quick to follow. For them to still be asleep even without me being in bed with them, especially in a foreign place, was quite the feat.

"Robin?"

I looked up, meeting dull amber eyes, and smiled hesitantly. "Good morning, Alex. Or should I say afternoon?"

He didn't smile, though his eyes did brighten and become a soft, warm red. I took a second to look over him, to really look at him. His hair had grown out, but he had it tamed with gel so that the cowlicks that usually covered his head laid down to gently curl around his face and neck. He was a bit taller and muscular than I remembered, and his face had matured quite nicely. Even though he was the same person, he looked nothing like the cocky asshole who treated me like shit. This was the new Alex. The Alex that knew his faults. The Alex that was trying to repent.

"It's closer to evening, I should say." He rumbled, scratching the side of his neck in thought. Well there was a familiar gesture. "I'm not sure, though. I've been busy all day."

I frowned. "You haven't slept?"

Even Blake had went to take a nap. How long of a nap he took, I don't know but he certainly crashed with his daughter, who's name I learned is Astoria. She was a pretty little thing, but I could tell she was insanely spoiled. I couldn't wait to see how well she got along with my twins. It would be no surprise if Rebel started a fight with her.