A/N Warning this is my first FanFic and thus may be quite poorly written and not worth your time, BUUUUUT I am usually a very good writer and so maybe this nay actually come out really good, you'll just have to read and find out!
This fic is strictly Rob/Rae, though that does not mean that it won't at times appear to shift at times to go the other way. I'm not actually planning on that happening but then you never really know with my stories because they pretty much writes themselves it seems lol.
Well I suppose I should stop droning on with this and just get on with the dang story.
Titans ages: Cyborg 19, Raven, Robin, and Starfire 18, Beast Boy 17.
Rising with the sun, Robin awoke from another night of only minutes of sleep, none of it peaceful, and even more exhausted than before. He felt that if the nights kept going like this that he was going to end up just dropping one of these days, but until that day came he would just keep pushing.
Walking into his bathroom he glanced up into the mirror which doubled as his medicine cabinet door, he looked like hell.
His chin needed shaving, bad. It was a little known fact but the Titans' leader was more than capable of growing facial hair, and had many times considered doing just that, but, his need for efficiency in battle and to give of the appearance of being the well put together leader led to his daily ritual of meticulously shaving, removing any hints of hair and leaving his face smooth.
Moving away from the lower half of his face he looked at his eyes, still safely covered by his mask. He'd been so restless last night, with his insistent and purposeless rounds through the tower; checking the training room, making a cup of coffee, watching the monitors in their observation room, that he had simply left the unfeeling scrap of clothing (cookies to whoever can tell me what movie that quote is from!) in place on the off chance that one of the others would happen to be up as well; a very rare event for that late at night but defiantly not impossible, particularly with Raven. HE doubted she slept anymore than he did, and in some cases even less. Many nights he would be up in the Tower's research room, trying to drag out even the smallest scrap of information about whatever threat they may be facing then, and not retire to his room till two or three in the morning, leaving Raven sitting on the U-shaped couch reading one of her numerous books. After barely catching thirty minutes of sleep he would awaken, worrying himself over some villain, and be up and in the common room multiple times throughout the remainder of the night, each time Raven would not have moved from her spot. When morning finally did come, Robin would head to the kitchen to prepare another cup of coffee, just in time to see the empath leave the couch and her book to head to the roof for her morning meditation.
Their nightly encounters became quite a routine and, while nothing was ever said between the two spare a few words, it was very comforting to Robin at times when sleep eluded him; something he would never have admitted.
Retreating from these thoughts, Robin continued his self evaluation, noting his spiky hair which seemed to poses a mind of its own, though this time it looked more messy than stylish. The depth of its black color was limitless and absolute, showing no sign of relenting, a pun on his own personality.
Stripping off his outer clothes, simple workout type clothes rather than his usual primary-colored attire, he switched on the faucet to cold water and peeled off his domino mask. With eyes closed he cupped his hands, drawing the water up with them, and washed his face. He then began his ritual shaving, precise and never nicking himself, even with closed eyes. He then grabbed a fluffy white towel from under the sink, drying his face and then quickly slipping back on his mask. He did not want to see what lay behind it anymore than he wanted to allow others to peer beneath.
Shutting off the lights he walked from the bathroom into his cluttered room with tattered news clippings and print offs. The bed lay against one wall, consisting of just one pillow, a thin sheet, and cotton blanket; nothing too comfortable. His closet, door which lay directly opposite to its twin which led to the bathroom, was open with one of his famous costumes hung on the back of the door. He strode over to it, grabbing it he quickly dressed, making certain to look well put together.
Finally content with his appearance, he quickly re-spiked his hair and left for the common room. With a swish of the door he walked in to an all too familiar scene, Raven sat with her legs curled beneath her, reading. She must have been very engrossed in its contents if she chose to miss the beautiful sunrise that was occurring outside to find out more. Robin walked over to their kitchen, flipping on his coffee maker and sat at one of the barstools cutting an apple as he waited for it to brew.
It occurred to him though, as he sat whittling away, that something was odd beside Raven's remained presence in the room, their seemed to be a heaviness within, as if there were words hanging, waiting and wanting to be said. Maybe it was just him? But then he could have sworn as he glanced at Raven that there was something on her features which indicated that there was something on her mind; not the typical look of almost zoning that she got when she truly was concentrating on the words on the pages rather than in her head.
Clearing his throat Robin decided to break the silence, to see if perhaps in some passing words he could determine the root of this strange atmosphere. "Beautiful morning isn't it Rae?" he placed a warm smile on his face.
She lifted her head from the volume just enough that her eyes rose above the brim, twin amethyst orbs consisting of so much intellect and unique beauty. "It is," she said with a nod. A few moments ticked by while neither said anything, both looking out the large wall of windows which looked over the sparkling and dancing waters of the bay.
Robin somewhat itched for her to say something else, but she remained reserved. He gave another try at discovering the reason for this unnerving feeling with an innocent comment "Is your book interesting?"
She shot him an odd look before snapping the book shut and setting it on her folded knees, "It is," she gave a slight nod, appearing to have something else on her tongue but debating on whether to mention it. "Actually, Robin, it's th-."
As if on cue Starfire walked in, floating a few inches above the floor, obviously having a good morning, "Most glorious of mornings friends! Is it not the most splendid of beginning of the day?" A large smile was plastered across her face, encompassing most of the room on it; her eyes were squinted in pleasure making to large upside-down "U"s.
Robin replied saying a polite "Good morning Star," while Raven merely nodded her head in agreement. Starfire continued to babble on about the "glorious sun of rays" while she prepared breakfast for her beloved Silkie, Raven and Robin at this point had stopped listening.
Robin had returned his attention back to Raven, curiosity gnawing to know what is was that she had intended to say, but when his head had turned back to the couch he found it empty and watched her cloak swish through the automatically closing door.
Making a note in his mind to ask her about it later, he went and pulled his favorite cup from the cupboard and poured his black coffee into it, nodding in acknowledgement whenever Star addressed him.
With Raven
Raven padded her way down the hall nearly noiselessly, stopping only when she reached her door, quickly typing in the pass code, and entering with a swish of her cloak. Her room was so inviting to her, painted and decorated in such dark and cold hues, was, unbeknown to most in the tower, the warmest room of the building. The only two who knew were Starfire, because she was allowed within with Raven's permission, and Robin, because he knew everything that happened in the tower.
Sitting on her dark purple bedspread, she looked down at the tome between her fingertips, it was a white book with engraved components of metal comprising the binding and lacing the covers. She carried a look of confliction and what could be considered sadness as she looked at it, slowly she traced her fingertip along the edge of the book in deep brooding thought.
With a heavy sigh she rose from her mattress and strode over to her numerous bookcases which made of one of her walls, and removed two or three novels, she then pushed the book she had been holding in vertically at the very back of the case, and then replaced the removed books, completely hiding its existence.
Turning back to her room she decided a shower would be a good idea, after all she had almost told Robin everything, some time away from him and everyone else was probably smart; they likely would not even notice her absence.
Why had she done that? True he was her closest friend and confidant, as well as being their leader, but still if he knew she doubted his reaction would be too peachy, he would likely lose any trust he managed to have in the half-demon.
Slipping out of her leotard and cloak Raven started her shower water, waiting for it to heat up to an acceptable temperature; she liked very warm water. Looking in her mirror with a towel wrapped around her torso she appraised herself, her large crystalline purple eyes, small but pointed nose, slightly pouted lips which almost always remained in a frown, and her gleaming red gem, or rather chakra, on her crown. She could agree that she was very unique in appearance in her face alone, and then to add in her grey skin and plum tresses, she delivered an altogether unearthly visage. But, to call her beautiful was something she could not see, pretty, perhaps, but never beautiful. She was content with that though, at least she had convinced herself of that fact, any person, rather from Earth or not would want to be considered something to be prized.
The fogging of the mirror she was gazing into announced that it was time for her to enter the rain of water before it lost any of its heat. Shaking her head slightly to displace her thoughts she threw her towel halfway over the shower rod and stepped into invitingly hissing and steaming water.
In Raven's Room as she showers
Silently a frosty feeling entered the once pleasant room, replacing it with a chill that delved all the way through the flesh to your bones. A stray ray of sunlight from the growing morning made its way through Raven's thick blue curtains, landing her bookcase; in its depths a certain white book gleamed.
A/N Well there you go, the first chapter to my first ever fanfic, please read and review even if it's for nothing more than to give constructive criticism I would really appreciate it. And don't forget about my cookie offer in the story, where oh where do those words come from? And DO NOT cheat and google it! Thanks so much for your time, I'll try to update again soon but if I get NO reviews I honestly doubt I will. Just know that I PROMISE the story WILL get more action packed, right now I just kinda have to build it up to that, so bear with me!
~ Cathrynn-Rae ~