Author's Note: This is my first fanfic here, a bit of a drabble of Robin's thoughts. Hopefully, it doesn't suck too badly. For now, it's a oneshot and will probably stay that way unless I am suddenly inspired or if there is an (unlikely) flood of requests/reviews for another part. Please review, and if you must, bash the story but not the Robin/Raven tilt.
Oh, and I own Teen Titans, along with lemurs, ketchup, and Mars. Oo
Easy or Right
In life, there are times when one must choose between what is easy and what is right, Robin brooded. He thought that after all his time fighting crime and defeating evil, he would automatically choose what is right. But, he was ashamed to admit, he had not. He, the Boy Wonder, leader of the Teen Titans, did what was easy. There was a choice for him to make, to be with one girl or another. The first, the obvious choice for most – the stunning Tameranian princess. Her feelings for the masked teen were an open secret, and, as the tabloids pointed out, they were a couple that was 'meant to be'. However, there was another – a dark, withdrawn beauty. She intrigued him like no other, a puzzle he couldn't solve, a book with half of the pages torn out. Although she appeared cold, she was the one who could comfort and understand him more than anyone he had ever known. She was his soul mate. Why, then, did he turn to Starfire? Because it was easy. The Tameranian was vivacious, kind, and happy. Their relationship was like the cotton candy at the carnivals they attended on dates, sweet and fluffy, but not substantial or particularly filling. It wouldn't put his heart in any danger. Raven was different. She was more like the tea she'd drink when they talked at night: sometimes cool, sometimes hot, sometimes warm, often satisfying, subtle, and potentially addictive. She could fill his heart, or she could shatter it. The Boy Wonder, who had faced more perils than most people dreamed of without fear, ran from the possibility of pain. He chose the easy way. And now hated himself for doing it. A though came to him, uncalled, from the deep recesses of his memories --
It's never too late to make things right.