Faith

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I've recently been finding humour in the darkest little places, and I've decided to do a little series for the Teen Titans – An insight into their minds. This one, of course, is set before Terra leaves, others are set after. I found it particularly hard to find humour in Robin's mind – the boy is so serious! So in the end, I went for a little scandal, hinting that despite being in a relationship with Star, he really likes Raven. Enjoy, and please R&R – I live for reviews!

Another in the series – already written – is Friends, in Terra's P.O.V.

It is another little dark-fic, and I don't particularly find my writing style good for that sort of thing - I'm more into fluff, but I like looking into their minds...

I found my faith a long time ago, when I first formed the teen titans. My faith is not in any God. It is in myself.

So now I stand here, once again fighting Slade. Once again debating whether I shall survive. And I think to myself; I can do it. I can survive.

But then, that voice in the back of my head speaks. That little one that is always there; sometime nagging, but usually doubting. It speaks, and it suggests that truly, deeply within myself, I do not want to survive.

I shake off that feeling and turn my attention back to the battlefield. But it is gone, and the realization that it is one of Cyborg's training holograms strikes. I sigh, and then I smile.

Silly old me, hmm? I take everything far too seriously. I should have a laugh more often. The others do, even Raven. They all have escapes. Cyborg has his 'baby' (The car), Beastboy has his growing obsession with Tofu, Terra has the beach (She's gotten into tanned skin), Raven has books and Star… Well… She has me…

I suppose that, in return, I have Star, yet things feel a little weak between us. Like we're walking in a field covered in land mines. Or leaning perilously across a river, each on the opposite bank.

I did say that I need to have more fun…

I sit up, suddenly, as the door to the training room opens, and there is Raven. Her hood is down, and her hair blows back slightly, as if caught in a gentle breeze. She asks if I want dinner now or later; Beastboy is cooking, she adds, a slight smile flitting across her face. I say later.

Raven sits down beside me, and I turn to look at her in surprise. She wants to talk about Terra. What should we do? She asks.

We've known Terra is a spy for Slade for some time, yet none of us have found the courage to confront her yet. And I realize, just now, that no-one has told Beastboy. Beastboy's crazy about Terra. I mention this to Raven, and her face darkens. Then, she lightens, and rests her head on my shoulder.

It sounds cruel, she says, but we must leave him to his own devices. We've hinted enough, she says. She sits up and gently kisses my cheek. I feel myself blush, and I hear Raven leave the room.

It is time, I think,

For dinner.

And then maybe a holiday...

The world can take care of itself for a week or so.