I recommend reading the prequel for this story: There's a Beast in All of Us – however, this isn't necessary as this story won't be too confusing on its own.
NOTE: For the purpose of this story, Robin's eyes and mask are one and the same. The show hardly states a clear difference between the two, so I'm treating them the same.
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Robin burst out of his dream and sat up, staring at the end of his bed and breathing hard. Sweat trickled down his face; he wiped it with his blanket. He'd probably never had a worse nightmare. He clutched his head and tried to control his rapid breathing. Eyes...bright red eyes. Fangs, claws...he shook his head and got up, the blanket falling to the ground. Get it out of your head, it was just a dream - you're fine. Robin looked to his left – the clock said it was only four in the morning. Still dressed in only his shorts, Robin padded out of his room.
As he entered the living room of Titans Tower, lights automatically began switching on. He rubbed his eyes and opened the refrigerator door. A single milk carton was sitting on the highest tier. Robin grabbed it and gulped down the remains of the carton, the rejuvenating coolness of the drink calming his nerves. In one movement, he crumpled the empty carton and wiped his mouth with the same hand. The carton was tossed into the trash can as he slid over the edge of the couch and snuggled into the arm of it.
After a big yawn, Robin switched on the giant television. Instantly, a monstrous mouth dripping with saliva engulfed the screen, accompanied by a loud, ear-splitting roar. He rolled his eyes - horror movie. He began flipping through channels, his brain beginning to speed up after his fitful sleep. Nothing interesting on, of course, but he'd rather be up watching trash on TV than in bed recounting his awful nightmare. He shook his head and murmured, "Crazy, crazy."
"What's so crazy?"
Robin instinctively jerked away from the voice and held up his hands defensively. "Who-what...? Oh, hey Raven." He relaxed his stance and reassumed his position in the corner of the sofa. Raven was sitting on the other side, fully clothed. She raised an eyebrow.
"Good morning. Nice shorts."
Robin blushed in the light of the television screen and hugged his knees. "I was planning to go back to sleep."
Raven closed her eyes and turned to face the TV again. "Your business is your business. Sorry for disturbing you." She stood up. Robin grimaced. If there was ever someone to talk to about dreams, it would be Raven.
"Er, wait. I didn't mean...look, you can stay if you want." He felt the urge to pat her shoulder, but in his current attire he knew it'd be inappropriate. Raven turned back to him and gave him a small smile.
"Tea?"
"Er, yes please." Robin stood up also. Raven looked him up and down with an amused expression.
"Perhaps you should put on a robe or something."
Blushing furiously, Robin went back to his room to change, wondering what he should tell Raven.
More chapters coming of course. Read and review. :]