D/C: There is no ownership between me, Teen Titans (WB), and the song Foolish Games (which belongs to Jewel). The plotline is in between Masks and Apprentice. I am quite aware that they are not back to back, but it revolves around Robin's obsession with catching Slade (as always), and it's from Starfire's point of view. Thus there are implied hints of RoSf.
Breaking my Heart
You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You're always crazy like that.
He is standing out there again. I fear soon he shall become ill with an earthly disease. He claims he stands out there to think about things, which he has been doing often.
And I watched from my window,
Always felt I was outside looking in on you.
The rain is leaking in again. Soon Cyborg will enter and tell me to shut the window. I just want to be sure that Robin is not yelling for one of us while he is out there. Perhaps he will require our assistance in the Slade case. That is what I tell Raven when she questions my seat. She replies that this is just wishful thinking.
You're always the mysterious one with
Dark eyes and careless hair,
I could clearly see him, he was dripping wet. His mask has shown no sign of falling off. I imagine that his eyes are a beautiful dark blue, like the ocean when the clouds are dark. It certainly would fit him well; there is still so much I need to learn about him. According to Beast Boy Robin has a very dark past.
You were fashionably sensitive
But too cool to care.
He knows much about me. I trust him and willingly told him about my family and my home planet. He seemed to know the proper way to react when I sob, or say something entertaining. Yet under other circumstances he acts emotionless.
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather.
There is a knock on my door and I leave my window. Robin has come inside so there is less of a need for me to worry. The door slides open to reveal him, dripping wet and looking pale. I immediately pull him into my room. X' Hal; he is freezing, he willing sits down and I notice the color returning to his cheeks.
"It's cold out there,"
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
I sigh and retrieve a blanket. His lips turn upwards the tiniest bit; I can feel myself glow with happiness. He says: "Thanks Star, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have a friend like you," then leaves.
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees, and...
I do not why he does such things; I have clearly proclaimed to him that I have feelings for him. Raven says that boys are oblivious to hints of the stubble variety. At first I thought that Robin could not be oblivious for he is very intelligent, but as time progressed I became aware that he was not picking up on what I have been telling him.
Though I have done everything but tell him bluntly that I'm in love with him.
These foolish games are tearing me apart
I suppose he does not gather these hints because he is always so busy with his work; trying to decode Slade's cryptic clues as if it is some sort of game. He doesn't realize the effect that it has on the team.
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.
He didn't realize how much it hurt to be shut out. Once he snapped at me for delivering him breakfast. That was the only contact that he had with anyone for about three days. Somehow he stayed alive; I suppose that's because of his midnight coffee breaks.
You're always brilliant in the morning,
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.
I had discovered these breaks and immediately took part in them. Staying up until midnight preparing his coffee so that I would have time to converse with him. Each night the dark rings under his masked eyes would become more noticeable. Although each time I confronted him he would say that everything was fine.
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar.
He explains things to me at the kitchen table. I think he enjoys a break from the Slade case. These breaks are short, yes, but shortly after he is seated he leans back into the chair he sits on. Slowly he opens up about his family, and past. All the while I sit listening patiently stirring my cup of tea.
You'd teach me of honest things,
Things that were daring, things that were clean.
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean.
I know that these conversations are good for the both of us. He trusts me more than anyone else I think. He speaks of his old mentor and everything that he learned from Mr. Wayne. Soon though he yawns pours another mug of coffee and returns to his sleeping chamber.
I hid my soiled hands behind my back.
Somewhere along the line, I must've gone
Off track with you.
I leap up and rush to him before he shuts his door to say: "Good night Robin, I wish you luck on the case, and perhaps pleasant dreams." Suddenly he is no longer the Robin I have just spoken to, his face turns hard and his eyes narrow, and then the door shuts. The last thing I hear is; I can't sleep with Slade on the lose.
Well, excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else,
Somebody who gave a damn,
I touch the cold door briefly before turning and going back to my room. I thought Robin was different…
Somebody more like myself.
My door opens and I sit on my bed not wishing to sleep. Sadly I do not have the endurance that Robin possesses and sleep overcomes me, and until I wake I live in a world without Slade.
These foolish games are tearing me apart
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.
He was doing it again, although he didn't know it. Slowly he was crushing my heart.
You took your coat off,
Tonight Robin walked out of his room again as the rain hits the windows. For once instead of sitting by my window I stand up and fly outside to join him. The others protest claiming that I will freeze, and I reply "If I freeze at least I shall know that I am freezing by Robin."
Stood in the rain,
I walk towards him only to hear him whisper, "Why can't I catch him?" I look down, and walk away. Why do I always expect him to change?
You're always crazy like that.
So here I am again, by my window hoping that he will require some sort of assistance.
End
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