Let It Rain [Robin]

[Tim Drake]

Tim looked up at her, even as he let her push him down with only a gaze, one much like Batman's alter ego had sent at him back in Gotham, and the sum total of his emotions at the moment where all gathered up and let out in a sigh as he closed his eyes and rubbed his face lightly, his skin still mildly irritated, but looking less and less blotchy as time marched on.

"Thank Violet, but I'll be fine... I'm just... I don't know, aggravated I guess." he opened his eyes again and looked off into space for a moment before he yawned lightly and then smirked; "Okay Darkbrand, I'm going to sleep some more, then I'll likely have to hit the bathroom and the kitchen, so don't panic if you come in and I'm not in bed, I'll be back to it soon enough."

He looked at her and nodded with a kind and thankful smile as he shifted about some and got comfortable, his bright blue eyes closing slowly as he settled in...

[Violet Schultz]

Violet nodded, satisfied.

"Please do that," she said. "In the meantime, I'm going to go to sleep myself. I've been waiting to make sure you would be okay, and I haven't actually slept since you got hurt, unless you count a Napoleonic nap last night."

Standing, she retreated to her own room. The upside to sleep deprivation was the lack of dreams that accompanied sleep afterward. Her nightmares were coming back, even with the meditation, and it was only a matter of time before she woke up with the room on fire again... That was always embarassing, and rather difficult to hide, since the smoke usually tipped people off. While her fire didn't generally make smoke, when things were lit on fire, smoke was an unavoidable byproduct. The fuel for her flames was her own energy, and thus they didn't make smoke. Smoke was made from the fuel of the fire. However, when something was burned, such as the carpet, the furniture... Smoke was made.

She collapsed into bed, staying conscious just long enough to get her shoes off and turn out the light.