A Single Droplet of Water

I single droplet of water drifted down. Down. Down. A never ending fall. A single droplet. A never ending fall. It finally hit the bottom, only to continue onwards into the depths of deep blue water, the ripples wavering out into wide rings of sorrow. Another drop of water dived into the water. More and more tears flooded the reflection of the brightly lit tower. Shaped into a t, and conspicuous. Set out for all villains to see. For all villains to cower before.

Slowly the dark girl stood up. A final tear dropped into her cupped hands. Bringing the dot of water to her lips, she whispered a word into it and released it into the water below her. She heard someone open the door to the titans tower roof. Quickly wiping the wetness off of her eyes and hands, she regained composure and pretended to meditate.

"You don't need to hide it" came the deep voice. It was a voice she loved to hear. It tickled her ears and graced her thin, delicate lips with a smile. It was soothing, like a massage, yet painfully sharp. Like a dagger. Best of all, it was Robin's voice.

"Hide what?" she tried to act as though she was fine. But her voice wavered and betrayed her. He could tell that she had been crying. Not only from her eyes, but from her heart. He knew that crying in your heart was worse than literal tears, because tears wash away and clean your face, bringing a new light of relief onto your face. But when you cried tears from you heart, it spread. Spread like a deadly virus. Killing you. Causing you to bleed away into nothingness. Slowly, she turned around to face him.

"Stop acting like you don't know what I'm talking about. I know you were crying."

"Why shouldn't I cry? I have every right in the world, every right on earth, and on any other planet, in any other dimension." She was a bit agitated. But she had read his thoughts, and they were so pure, so honest, so perfect. She wasn't mad at him. She was mad at the world for being so cruel and relentless to her. for killing her mother, for sending Trigon to her, for cursing her with the binding chain of sorrow. A chain that was locked with no key to release her.

He slowly walked over to her. He looked into her violet eyes. He couldn't resist staring. They were like cards inviting him. "You shouldn't cry, because your face is so flawless, that no matter how much you cry, your face can't shine any more. You're already too beautiful."

She was taken aback. No body had ever said something so kind to her and actually meant it. She could tell that he meant everything he had just said. And she believed what he had said. He would never lie. Not to her. "What? You actually think I'm pretty?"

"You're not pretty, you're beautiful. No, you're gorgeous."

She could feel a red hot blush inundate her pale flesh. It flooded her heart with love. And it drowned her in a delightfully embarrassing, yet inviting conversation. "No one has ever really complimented me before…"

"That's because they never met you."

Her face grew even hotter.

"You know, you're pretty cute when your face is all red."

"Don't even joke."

"The thing is, I wasn't joking. I meant it."

He was so close to her. Normally, she would've pulled back instantly, writhed away with grace only to be betrayed by her sad and scared eyes. Instead, she froze in place. She couldn't see his actual eyes, but she could almost see his entire mind, all his thoughts in his mask. As though it were a portal into a journey; a journey into Robin's complex minds. He was right there. She could even feel his warm breath on her cheeks, further noting his presence. Not even realizing that she was moving at all, she placed her hands on his face. He placed his arms around her waist. She looked into his eyes, and for the first time in her life found understanding and compassion. She felt the same for him. And in that moment, each knew the other was their perfect someone.

His hands traced up her spine and back down where it rested lightly, but in a tight hold. He held her as if he might loser her in the next seconds. He held her in a way that made her feel safe. He held her in a way so possessive, that she felt like she was actually wanted for once. She felt something surge inside of her chest—her heart. He had leaned in even more. She leaned in as well, their noses touching. She turned her head and angled it, and then leaned in further, and her lips touched his. At first she was shocked by her own movement, and so was he. But each snapped back and leaned in further still, and their lips locked tightly. His hands went up her spine again, giving her a pleasant tingling feeling. She removed her hands from his cheeks, and wrapped them around Robin's neck. He pulled in protectively, and she felt herself gently placing her hands on the back of his head. The kiss never seemed to end. Even after they lost breath, she quickly breathed in through her nose, and continued the kiss. He released for a split second, gasping for air, and once again moving in to continue. Once again, the kiss was a strong, passionate one, released after a whole five minutes. This time, each was more certain of their movements, and Robin moved his hands further down her waist and more roughly. She had one arm pulling him tightly, and the other feeling through his hair on the back of his head. Their lips were so tightly held together, it almost hurt.

But she enjoyed the pain. The pain of her memories, her entire past, the pain of his memories and past that she could feel in his heart. The pain of running out of air, and not caring, not even bothering to breathe through her nose. She began to feel lightheaded and dizzy, and both running out of oxygen collapsed onto the floor. He looked at her, smiling, and she smiled back—a true, honest smile that meant the world to him.

She pulled him into her arms, and sunk into the ceiling into her room. There, she sat down on the bed. Robin settled next to her. A black aura surrounded a dusty, book. It had purple velvet draped over it as a cover, and several gems poking out of the spine and corners. In the middle, was the word: Album. It floated towards them, and she rested it open in their laps. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he leaned his head on hers. Slowly, she began explaining her past to him.

"I was born in a place called Azerath…"

(Fades to black)

Well, tell me how you liked it. I wrote another fanfic before this, but I got barely any reviews, and the ones I did were flames. But this time, I came back prepared, and inspired. I really hope you liked it. This is supposed to be a one-shot, but if you want me to, I might continue it. Hope you liked it! Until then, review! byee!

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