"Robin, Robin, are you there?" The voice through the communicator was ignored; the sound of the car moving occasionally and the heavy breathing were more interesting. On the other end of the line, Babs didn't know whether to laugh or keep it professional; she didn't really know what was happening, but it was rare to hear Tim so rushed. "I have the report you asked for," she said. "Really? You can send it over; I'll look at it later." Tim's eyes drifted to the hand sliding from his arm to his face, removing his mask, and he knew he needed to end the call. "Alright, Robin, you can take the rest of the night off." It was unusual for Tim to say 'I'll check it later' instead of 'I'll check it right now,' but that was none of Babs' business. "Thanks, Oracle." His companion's hands were already on his cheeks, pulling his face to hers with a coquettish smile. "Robin out."The call ended, and they immediately resumed kissing with urgency before Tim asked, "Where were we?" Being in the back seat of his girl's car, doing nothing but fogging up the windows, was his favorite activity. (Full story in edit)