((Robin/March 7th user! Edit ya gays. Modern AU!))

They're finally alone, Robin couldn't believe she almost gave up and went home. What are the chances? Everyone is dancing, but March's boyfriend isn't dancing with her. It must be destiny, what's she gonna do? Not grab March's wrist?

They were at a club, it was March and her "boyfriend's" anniversary, most of their friends were invited, including Robin. March had no clue, no clue that Robin has been down for her, even after the years they've spent together. At long last, Robin has her all to herself. She backed March up against the sink, placing both her hands on either side of her, effectively trapping her in. March couldn't do anything about it, she just gasped and stared.

"I could be a better 'boyfriend' than him. I could do the shit that he never did."

"Up all night, I won't quit." she thought the last part to herself, implying she could last much longer in bed than he could do.