Line work by ~Apprenticex

Sladin -Taunting at the wrong time. Her fingers worked busily on the key board, thoughts sparking to life as her smile curved and widened every now and again, though when she heard the heavy foot falls she frowned and seemed to burn holes in to the computer screen.Sladin -Taunting at the wrong time. by ~Apprenticex
"What drivel are you writing now?" The testosterone infested voice boomed behind her while she jumped slightly at the closeness, but tried to remain quiet and bite her lip to keep her focus of the document in front of her. Once again her fingers tip-tapped away at the keys with vigour until a hand landed on her shoulder and a his head levelled with hers and began reading the words out loud
"Robin's lithe form


Sladin- Tired of it yet? Robin's steady gaze levelled at the computer screen, his masked eyes switching back and fourth from file to file. It was early hours of the morning, but the teen felt no fatigue as he filtered through the data transmissions. Once the green screen flickered and frazzled Robin finally blinked and creased his brow a hand on his masculine hip. What could have gone wrong now? He knew he hadn't done any thing wrong, he'd checked with Cyborg the previous nights when this had happened. It would always fuzz out for at least quarter of an hour then flick back to the streams of data Robin had been coding.Sladin- Tired of it yet? by ~Apprenticex
But this time the screen flickered to a pictur