Be with me, I beseech you
Prologue
A/N:
I decided to create this fanfic because I was informed that we're (we being Robin/Raven fans) supposedly having a bet with Robin/Starfire fans to see who can make more fanfics than the other. So far, Robin/Starfire fans are winning but I'm determined to beat them. Now, the prologue is Robin/Starfire but as you read future chapters, you will see that this is more of a Robin/Raven fic.
Thanks to my friend Ruia, who has supplied me with ideas to use. You rock!
Enjoy!
Oh, the next chapter will start with a song. I plan the whole story to be a songfic, with around eight songs or so.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Teen Titans, or any of the characters. If I did, I wouldn't have even created Starfire and Robin and Raven would be definitely a couple. Sadly, like I mentioned before, I do not own any of the Teen Titans or the show as a matter of fact.
It seemed that Robin had waited an eternity for this day. The day that he would propose to Starfire and the moment that she would accept his offer of marriage. He couldn't believe that day was today, but it was.
Robin was dressed in a sharp looking tuxedo. His short, jet-black, usually spiky hair was gelled back. He wore a neat green tie. He still wore his mask, which covered his eyes completely. It was odd for him to wear anything but his uniform. His days were changing, though. He no longer had to save the world from ultimate evil and face difficult villains. No more heroic moments for him or the Teen Titans. Lately, he had a lot of free time and he spent most of it with Starfire.
They had been dating for three months. That might not sound like a large number of months to you, but on an average, they went out four times a week. (If you did the math, well then I guess you figured how to use your calculator). Some days, Robin was left with gruesome hangovers (he would drink too many martinis).
Robin was pacing around the balcony of Chez Pez,a fancy, not to mention expensive, French restaurant. He had reserved the best table, which overlooked the waters of a nearby lake, the moonlight shining directly on it. It was an incredible view to watch but Robin paid no attention to it, due to how uneasy he was at the moment.
Starfire had an odd obsession for French food. Robin liked french fries better. He simply guessed that French dishes were similar to the ones aliens made. At least, it tasted that way.
After what seemed to be hours of waiting, but was actually only ten minutes, Starfire had arrived. She had flown her way to the restaurant's balcony. She wore a shoulder-less lime, green dress that went down toward her ankles. Her hair was in its usual form. Her orange skin complimented her emerald eyes, which were brighter than ever.
"Robin!"
"Robin, did you know that earthlings stick their fingers into their noses?", she asked as she flew to her seat, eventually sitting down.
Robin nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah…."
"Well, I tried to help someone who had their finger in their noses.. I said that they should let me help them get out whatever was stuck. First, I thought that it was their finger. They took it out, though. They had some strange, small thing on it."
Robin chuckled, half-amused, half-grossed out at her story. Starfire gazed towards him, a puzzled expression upon her face. She didn't know what was so funny.
"Did I say something funny?"
"No, you didn't", he replied. He stopped chuckling and decided to change the topic.
"Starfire, over these past four months, I've realized that I love you."
He felt himself choking over the words, having difficulty to say them aloud.
"Oh, Robin! I love you too."
She felt her cheeks grow hot and red.
Robin grinned. He stood on one knee and took out his ring, which sat in a nice blue case.
The ring had a cut oval-shaped diamond and emerald pendant. The gold exterior held it in its place. In scripted, it read:
To my love, Starfire
"Will you marry me?"
A/N:
Sorry, for the cliffhanger. You'll just have to wait until the next chapter. I know I'm evil but you'll just have to deal with that. I'll update faster with reviews. Or milk and cookies. Whichever you prefer. Heh.
