Robin had a little secret.

It wasn't evil or dirty, just a seemingly innocent, well kept secret. Not anyone, even his fellow titans and closest friends knew of it.

He had afternoon naps. Whenever there was spare time, such as when training hours are over and there are no deluded criminals wrecking havoc in the city, or when he felt drowsy, he would take some time off to catch some shuteye.

And he liked to have it in Raven's bed. Not with her, unfortunately. Just himself, snuggled up in her bed with her blankets over him. Robin didn't know why, but he just liked sleeping in Raven's bed. Maybe it was really soft and cozy, or maybe it had her smell, her touch. He wasn't sure when he started observing her so closely, but it was probably when the damn hormones started acting up.

Since then, he began to notice many things about her. He saw how sexy she was, noticed her curves and wonderful features. He noticed how beautiful she was. And even though Raven herself probably didn't know it; she was good at expressing emotions. Not with the other titans, but when she was reading.

Robin always made it a point to watch her as she read. He could tell what she was reading, just by watching her expression. Whenever it was the climax of the story, she would tense up and furrow her brow slightly, eyes a little wider than usual. It made her look pretty cute. And when the story had a happy ending, she would smile a soft, little contented smile. Robin thought that if she smiled like that to him, he would melt.

Then of course there was her smell. If he ever got the chance to be near her, whether it was in battle or 'accidental' bumping along the hallway, he would always catch a little whiff of her. She smelt like lavenders and roses. Generally Robin had nothing for flowers, but when it came to Raven, the smell made him go nuts.

Sleeping in her bed was almost therapeutic. When he closed his eyes, he thought of her. When he fell asleep, he dreamt of her. In his own bed, his dreams normally consisted of his parent's death, and his battles with Slade. But not in Raven's bed. In her bed, dreams were dreams, and not nightmares.

Sometimes he would think of how it would be like with her. He was sure it would be great. She was gothic, and sometimes cold, but Robin knew that she cared. It was just that she showed it in a different way.

Lately he even began thinking of what a future he would have with Raven. It began with the thought that he won her over, gone stead with her and all that dating crap. Then it got more far fetched, with Raven seducing him in an incredibly hot outfit, and after that they would make sweet love.

And when they were older, they would get married, and move into a large suburban house, have two kids and a greyhound (Specifically giving birth to two kids and adopting the greyhound). He would find a job, earn big bucks and take Raven for dozens of honeymoons.

Of course, these thoughts were mere fantasies, and Robin knew well enough why Raven could not possibly love him. She was different, very sensible and extremely cautious. He knew why she had to keep a tight rein over her emotions, and was all too clear with the consequences of Raven losing control.

So he never told anyone anything. No one knew about his secret desire, or his hidden hobby. Cyborg and Beast Boy would laugh him out of the tower. Starfire would break all the bones in his body, if he was lucky. And Raven… Raven… was out of question.

"Shit." Robin cursed. "Why, why, why, why her of all people?"

Just then, he heard a thud. Swirling around, he saw Raven, standing behind him, a few books on the floor. "Robin? What are you doing in my bed?"

"…"

What!? Is this the end? Bwahahahahaha. Yes, this is the end. The end of the first chappy... There is another one coming up. So put that gun down. This is a two-shot. Don't murder innocent o' me. R&R!

Anyway thanks to all you guys who been patiently waiting for me to update on my other stories... I'M UPDATING NOW SO HOLD ON A SEC!