Robin rode up to the base the successivo morning, dressed in civies. He had waited till sunset, knowing Becca needed her rest. He knocked on the door and Erin opened it. She looked at him, not surprised but a little oddly.
“Come in,” she said, ushering him inside.
“Thanks Erin.”
She simply nodded and he followed her into the living room. The others were there and Willow stood up.
“Robin.”
“Hi. Can I see Becca?”
“Wait. Do te know what happened yesterday?”
“Salva forced himself on her.”
Robin's voice was an angry growl and Willow looked ready to kill.
“She didn't fight back?”
“No. But I have no clue why.”
“Okay. She's on the roof.”
“Thanks.”
Robin made his way up the stairs and onto the rooftop balcony. He froze when he saw her. Becca was standing with her back to him. She was dressed in a black skirt, her various belts and chains, and a purple top. Her hair was down and she leaned against the railing, looking out towards the horizon. She turned her head when she heard him step closer. A small smile lit her face.
“Hi,” she greeted.
“Hey.”
She motioned him over with her head and he came to stand in front of her. She straightened, moving several inches away from the balcony.
“Becca I-”
“Thank te for saving me,” she whispered. “I don't know how much longer I could've restrained.”
“Your welcome. But te should've known I would come.”
Becca shook her head, tears in her eyes.
“No.”
She moved away, not against the railing but not closer to him either.
“Becca...why didn't te fight him?”
“Huh?”
“Salva! He forced himself on you!”
All of Robin's precedente anger came out in his tone an Becca mistook it for him being mad at her. Her own anger ignited to cover the hurt.
“And that's my fault?!”
“You allowed him to!”
“Well te would know! How many times did I allow te to become intimate with me?!”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“You tell me!”
“I just wanted to know why te didn't fight back!”
“For you, te jerk!”
Her words caught Robin off guard and Becca lowered her defenses as well as her voice.
“I did it for you.”