I apologize in advance for any mistake you may see here and there, but I've just revised this. Hopefully I caught everything. Any kind of reviewing is appreciated, even if you absolutely hate my story...:)

Robin sighed as the warm water pounded on his back. The bathroom filled with steam, fogging up the mirror and creating a fine mist within the air. The past few months had been rough, and now it seemed as though the world had been lifted off of his shoulders. He knew it couldn't last- he was a leader now. Or he would be soon enough. If that wasn't pressure, he didn't know what was. It hadn't been simple being a sidekick, mostly because of the constant harassment from Bruce. He had to admit, he'd felt under appreciated as well. Not that it was acceptable, he hated himself for it. The fact of the matter was, however, that he'd gotten an extremely little amount of praise compared to Batman. Robin had always given his all, tried his hardest each and every time. Nothing ever seemed like enough, for anyone. It weighed down on him.

He could never let anyone down now. He was to look after four incredibly powerful people, and underneath that, look after a city. There was no room for mistakes. He literally was holding the lives of his teammates and citizens in his hands. One slip up could mean death.

He had secretly taken a liking to his team members already, mostly from afar. One in particular stood out to him. It was Starfire. Every thought of his revolved around her. She had been responsible for bringing the team together in the first place. Sometimes she was just beautiful, not in what she said or the way she looked, but just what she was as a person. She was beautiful looking and sounding anyway. But just the simplest things, like the way she spoke incorrectly, or the innocence in her eyes, or the way she twirled her hair when she was in deep thought made Robin more attracted to her every day.

It had only been a week.

Robin exited the bathroom and sighed once more, combing through his hair and styling it to his liking. He found himself trying a little bit harder every day to look okay for her, and it distressed him. It racked his brain. He was a teenager and of course these things would happen and hormones and testosterone and sex and pressure and girls and desire and etc...

And still, he felt pathetic when it came to her. He felt so weak.

Bruce had taught him differently.

After getting dressed, Robin went out to the kitchen in hopes of seeing his teammates. Sure enough, Raven was there. She read every single morning, no exceptions. The same cup of peach herbal tea in the exact placement it was always in, gently steaming and giving of the tranquil aroma that it did all the time. Raven looked up at him and closed her eyes for a second or two. "Herbal tea," she murmured. Robin curled his lip.

"It smells nice," he responded, a tad confused. Raven looked at him with one eyebrow raised.

"Would you like some?" She almost sounded spiteful, but she was using every fiber in her being to sound amicable. Robin curled his lip again and shook his head. He would never say yes. He'd drank tea only once before, and he said he never would again. He was fond of it, very fond of it. But it made him too relaxed, and he couldn't stand that inner warmth feeling that it gave him. He couldn't stand the fact that it reminded him of his mother, who used to drink tea often.

Robin placed his hand on the counter top, leaning in toward Raven. "Do you want anything else to eat?" he asked meekly. She peered up over her book impatiently, but grew softer as she realized his pressing effort to be kind to her.

"No," she replied brusquely, but her attention was wrapped around his fragile face and she grew softer once more. "Thanks." She looked down at her book again, but directed a small smile towards him. He made the same small smile and sighed through his nose.

"Morning, y'all," Cyborg called while entering the kitchen. "Who's in the mood for waffles? I know I am." A large smile was printed on his face. Beast Boy trailed behind him, yawning and wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

"Tofu eggs?" Beast Boy suggested, but Cyborg turned him down quickly.

"Nasty," Cyborg said, sticking his tongue out.

Robin felt a blush washing over him as he wondered where Starfire was. Usually she was awake much earlier than the boys, but then again, they had woken up extremely early today. Robin wondered anyway. "Have...any of you seen Starfire?" The team looked at him knowingly. Cyborg even chuckled a bit.

"Why, you want another kiss?" he laughed, winking. Robin felt the blood rising in his face. He stumbled out of the room, embarrassed, heading towards Starfire's room.

He arrived at her door and sighed nervously before knocking. He waited a few seconds, but there was no answer. He knocked again and waited, but still there was no reply. He was growing impatient. "Star.." he called longingly, knocking again.

"Go away, please."

His brows furrowed. "You're missing breakfast." She was silent. "What's wrong?"

She ignored him for a while, but answered as she realized he was still standing there. "It is nothing. Please enjoy your meal without my company."

"Starfire I'm not leaving until you let me in." She blushed from inside her room. "I'm...just trying to be... nice," he uttered, sounding frustrated and impatient.

Nice. This word was still of foreign to Starfire. She understood it, and she knew how to felt to be treated with kindness. It was similar to waking up to the gentle sound of rain or birds chirping, soothing and beautiful. But still, this feeling was something so new and unfamiliar. It was something she had only experienced in the company of her family- but never by near strangers. She stood up and walked toward the door, sighing before she opened it and allowed Robin to come inside. As the sliding door revealed his figure, Starfire felt her heart drop into her stomach. She couldn't bring herself to greet him, so instead she turned away quickly and plopped down onto her bed. He made his way over to her, sitting only a small distance away from her. She clawed at her bedsheets and let out a long breath of air before speaking. "I am feeling very strange as of late."

Robin clung onto the edge of the bed, nervous. "Why's that?" he asked, trying to sound caring. He cringed a bit as his voice had cracked.

She hadn't noticed his slip up. "Everyone here treats me with the kindness, and I am thankful. But I cannot help but feel as though I am too...different. I consume the foods that are called 'unappetizing' and I do not speak in the same way that others do. I know nothing of your customs or of how I am supposed to act. Who do I treat with respect? Where are the slaves? Where are the rulers? Everything has been altered for me, almost too quickly. I am unsure of how to handle it. I feel embarrassed of myself and I feel very unworthy of your kindness." She wrapped a blanket around her body and smothered herself with a pillow bashfully.

"Starfire," he sighed, wondering how he could tell her everything she needed to know without wetting himself. "The team accepts you because we like you. We think you are worthy of our kindness. You brought the team together. You're very important. And despite what you may think, everyone has their quirks. Everyone, even on Earth, does things that may be a little strange. And that's okay. The people who mind are people that you don't need to keep around. But none of the team members mind anything you do, I mean it. Honestly, none of us are normal." He smiled at her, and she rose up from her laying position, glowing.

"Are you sure of this, Robin?" she asked him, her green eyes twinkling. He nodded at her.

"I promise."