Once the connection was made, Robin was reluctant to break it, grabbing fistfuls of Tybalt's hair as he let the other work on his armor.

He always felt like it would be so easy to give in when the rush of battle began to fade. Easy to just slip away and follow his many victims to whatever afterlife he'd sent them to.

But as he deepened the kiss he could feel heat spread over his skin like sunlight, re-igniting the spark of life within him. It was at a dull flicker even on good days, but at least it was there and it was certainly enough to make him want a whole lot of things that did not involve dying at this particular moment.

It was, however, inevitable for practicality to win out in the end and so he broke the kiss to step away and get rid of the parts of his armor that were simply impossible to get of otherwise.