"Body like Apollo," Robin murmured, climbing onto the bed beside Dick and drawing his hand lightly over his chiseled chest. Maybe he seemed a little more familiar with that statement than he should be, but it was true enough, at least, for a mortal. Apollo was... oh, hell. It had been, what, three thousand years? Still the most beautiful creature Robin had ever had in his bed.

Though there was one thing that was different... scars. Apollo was more a lover than a fighter, but he wouldn't have scarred anyway. And Puck was more than a little surprised to find that Dick had the skin of a warrior underneath his clothes.

"Aren't you just full of surprises," he murmured, and leaned down and brushed his lips to Dick's abdomen, tongue flicking out to trace the line of a muscle.