Robin still kept silent the whole ride to Luna's house. She felt really strange like she'd never felt before. Despite three years of one job, the same kinds of people, training and everything, this was the first time she felt this way. She wanted Robin to be okay, happy even - if it was possible at the moment - and she had one mission now. Keep him safe, no matter the cost.

She didn't like feeling this way, but at the same time, she somehow missed it. Had she felt this way before? Did she know Robin without knowing it?

When they reached the house, Luna parked her motorcycle in her garage, taking Robin upstairs into one of her spare bedrooms. He still didn't say anything, but she felt better knowing he was safe. She did actually have a few maids, who were more of friends than anything and she rarely asked them for anything - even to clean. But she asked them to give Robin new clothes and show him to his bathroom, telling them to show him the way to her kitchen when he was done.

***

Luna sat in her kitchen drinking a cold glass of milk. Her kitchen was one of her favorite rooms. It was slightly bigger than Robin's house, with a counter seated with barstools, a large selection of interesting and delicious drinks on the wall behind the counter on one side, a black and white tiled floor, a couple of tables with chairs here and there, and the walls were painted turquoise - one of her favorite colors. She was sitting in the one chair behind the counter, facing the barstools.

She sat, thinking about Dean, the monster of a person when one of the maids - Penny - came in, grabbing a bag of cookies as she did.

"Robin's here," she jabbed a thumb over her shoulder, a chocolate chip cookie lodged in her mouth.

"Thanks, Penny."

Robin's hair was nicely done - the work of Millie, Luna assumed - but instead of something like a suit, she'd carefully picked out the most comfortable boys' shirt she could find - a loosely fitted grey t-shirt with Adidas sweats. Robin looked better all clean and comfortable, but still a little dazed.

"Are you okay there?"

He took a seat across from her, resting his elbows on the table.

"I honestly don't know anymore."

"Was it getting rid of your step-dad?"

He shook his head, gazing down at the counter.

"I think the most shocking thing . . ." he was clearly hesitant to speak. Thankfully, Luna was patient to listen. "The most shocking thing was the way my mom reacted. I never thought-"

He interrupted himself with a deep breath. "It doesn't matter. Thanks - for- for everything."

Luna smiled, gently nodding. "Want some milk?"

"No, thanks. I'm not a fan."

Instead of asking what he wanted, Luna turned, holding her arm out as she gestured to the wall of drinks behind her. Robin smiled, gazing at the wall behind her.

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"I do enjoy a good-"

"Before you finish, let me remind you that I'm seventeen."

"You own a mansion."

"I like to follow the rules."

"You're an assassin."

"Just- what can I get you that's PG thirteen?"

He laughed, glancing at the counter again.

"A glass of orange juice sounds great."

Luna raised her eyebrows. "Okay."

Neither of them spoke for a while, slurping down their drinks. Robin set his empty glass down, a shadow passed over his face.

"What now?"

Luna set her own glass down, shrugging as an answer.

"I can teach you. To be an assassin or something."

Robin was already shaking his head. "The offer's lovely and all, but it's not really my thing. Besides, that's not really what I meant."

Luna waited. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"I have a life you know. I can't just- I mean - throw it- ugh," he ran his hands through his hair, messing it up. "I don't know what to do."

Luna walked around the counter, taking a seat next to him. He looked up at her, his eyebrows raised in wonder.

"Take one step at a time. The next thing to do is sleep. You think you could catch a dream or two?"

Robin looked disappointed at her answer, but he nodded anyway, sliding off his stool and slowly trudging to the door. Luna wanted to say something that might help, but she was too tired to think of anything actually helpful.

"Goodnight, Robin."

"G'night."

***

Luna lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling at three in the morning. For some reason, she couldn't shake the feeling that what she'd just done- it wasn't over. And it was zapping the sleep from her. It didn't help that her thoughts kept drifting back to the moment in Robin's house. The split second when she'd poked at something deep. These thoughts were bad enough until she thought about her childhood and the fact that she couldn't remember a single thing about it. Who were her parents? When did she become an assassin? Why?

Finally, sleep was creeping up on her, but a noise in the background jogged her awake again. She was about to be annoyed when suddenly it got a little louder, and she realized it was someone crying. Instinct already knew who it was, but she wanted to make sure.

As quietly as she could, she pushed open Robin's bedroom door, which was already cracked open slightly. The room was dark, but she could see him on the giant bed, curled up as tightly as possible. She walked over, hoping he could see she was there.

She reached out to touch his shoulder, scaring him half to death. His cheeks were tearstained and his eyes were puffy and red. Luckily for him, he was a clean cryer, no snot to be seen.

"D-did I wake you? I'm so sorry, just, you can just go back to bed."

"If you want me to, I will."

But he didn't push, falling back onto the pillows. She realized that he was still in his clothes.

"You know, I do have pajamas in your size - if you want."

"No, thanks. These are good. Actually, they're the most comfortable clothes I've ever worn."

Luna's heart sank at the thought.

"Do you want some orange juice?"

He smiled, shaking his head. So he had seen her eyebrow raise. Hopefully, the thought made him smile. He sat quietly, she could tell he had an endless list of questions on his mind.

"What's wrong, Robin?"

She was sure he'd say something like, "Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it." But he didn't. After wiping the tears from his cheeks, he told her - without looking her in the eyes.

"I'm exhausted - I have been all my life - and I don't know how to . . . relax. It seems like a stupid reason to cry but here we are. Besides, I can't shake the feeling that they're not really gone."

Luna remained silent. There was no way she was going to scare him by admitting she'd felt the same way. Well, as far as the last part went anyway.

"How about this, if you feel comfortable enough, come sleep on my couch."

He took it into thought, biting his lip as he stared at the rug. He agreed to it, following her into her giant room, where she had her own living space and fireplace and set of couches. She lit the fire while he got comfortable on her puffy red couch. By the time she'd finished, she turned around to find him fast asleep, tears from earlier still resting on his face. The sight made her smile - she grabbed a blanket and gently spread it over him.

"Goodnight, Robin. Don't worry - you're safe now."