Robin has a solution, but they hit a snag

"Act along, Raven. I've got a plan that may get us out of this," Robin whispered to his trapped ally. Raven thought it was a little presumptuous of the Teen Titans leader to imply he was just as imperiled here as she was, but she nodded along anyway. It was hard for her to come up with any ideas at all; realizing she'd forgotten her own telepathy just made her more flustered, as though she'd been robbed of her powers along with her clothes. For now, she'd have to trust in her teammate, even though his suspicious nature had just made things infinitely worse for her.

Seeing that he had her compliance, Robin reached his hand back down to his utility belt. The crowd surely wouldn't find it suspicious when he pulled out a second blinking Birdarang and held it aloft; it emitted a blinding flash a second later, causing the crowd to recoil and cover their eyes to avoid an extra helping of blind dizziness. For all any of them knew, he was just trying to keep up the work of subduing her; instead, he took the next moment to help her up from the pavement, then ran for his bike.

"What about Mumbo?" Raven questioned, although she appreciated the gesture.

"Mumbo can wait. That much cash doesn't just vanish into thin air... Well, it did this time, but it doesn't actually evaporate. He's storing it somewhere and once we catch him, we'll find it. First, we've got to deal with your problem," Robin reassured his teammate, leading her by the wrist until they reached the destination. The bike wasn't exactly perfectly suited for this... after all, it only had one seat. "It's going to be a little weird, but I need you to sit behind me and wrap your arms." This was the kind of thing a young man and woman ought to do on a date... It was going to be pretty awkward for two teammates with no romantic involvement, but a lot less so than fighting in the street until Raven's cloak opened up.

Raven nodded, straddling the raised back portion of the bike behind Robin and trying to catch her cloak under her butt. If she lifted herself or failed to secure it, the whole thing would flap around her... that was the last thing she needed. Unfortunately, with her arms in this position, she'd be **** to push her breasts against Robin's back. That was embarrassing enough on its own, but worse, she'd have her head on his shoulder. Anyone watching would certainly make assumptions... even more so if they peeked into the billowing cloak and realized she was nude underneath. "I'm ready. Let's go, quickly. Don't worry about speed limits or whatever."

"I never actually do, come to think of it," Robin muttered; he and Batman were always doing things that put them on the bad side of the law they tried to protect. "Hold on tight!" The situation was plenty awkward for him as well. He tried to ignore the feeling of Raven's bare body against him as he revved up the cycle.

Knowing she couldn't use her arms for anything in this position was actually about as bad for Raven as letting Robin feel her, but still, it was the best plan they had. She felt her eyes twitching and reddening with fury as she pictured Mumbo, hiding somewhere and laughing over his ill-gotten gains, which now included not only most of a bank's savings, but also, a lot of pieces of one-of-a-kind Raven memorabilia that fans would kill for. "When I find that bald-headed pervert, I'm going to shove him inside that hat of his..." she growled to herself, though in close enough proximity for Robin to hear. Honestly, Robin couldn't blame her, though he did hope she was able to keep the full brunt of her powers at bay when the time came. When Raven got angry, things got painful for the criminals she was trying to apprehend.

The old phrase "speak of the devil" came to mind as Raven noticed a white-gloved hand, floating freely in space, appear just above her head. "Robin, wait!" she cried, but the instruction came too late; he pushed down the pedal and sent the bike zooming forward. The hand had gripped under her clasp and used the momentum to lift her cloak straight off of her as the two of them took off. Raven's pleasantly round gray bottom could now be seen, perched atop the back of Robin's bike, as she clutched onto him wearing nothing more than her gloves and boots. She clenched her teeth, now noting the unexpected feeling of her naked pussy grinding against the tilting and bumping back of his bike; the motion was far more intense on this elevated part of the seat than it would be on the proper driver's portion. Her ordinarily gray face became extremely red as she pondered whether they were moving too fast for anyone to make out the details of who was riding behind Robin. "Stop, you bird-brain!"

Robin couldn't hear her any longer; he'd helmeted up before they got moving and the sound of the wind whipping around them was far too powerful.

Why had Mumbo taken her cloak? Did he think it'd fetch a good value? Did he think humiliating the Titans would pay dividends somewhere down the line? Or was he just an old horndog, watching from somewhere and pushing his luck? It was hard to say. Either way, she felt her rage now becoming so powerful that her eyes were as red as her face, with black, shadowy hands forming from the darkness growing around her body. The hands grasped the air around her fruitlessly and clenched hard, spurred on by her fury. "I'll saw him in half!" Raven's roar split the air, loud and booming. Every part of her wanted to fly off the bike and head back to destroy the hack of a magician who dared to mess with her! The feeling of her womanhood rubbing against the leather of Robin's seat just brought her emotions that much higher.

Robin couldn't ignore that particular outburst; as an empath, Raven had unintentionally projected it directly into his head, causing him to wince with pain at the anger of it. It was all he could do to keep his path steady. Anybody would panic with a murderous magician-- one with familial ties to the evil Trigon-- clinging onto their back. The fact that he could keep his eyes on the road was a testament to his poise.