New fic! It had been brewing in my mind for ages… It's pretty much based on my wondering about the little (turned big) complications that are never mentioned in movies/TV shows/books/all of those when people switch bodies. Like, yeah, it's hard to, say, use their superpowers or try and act like them, but really? I'd be more worried about privacy. Or lack thereof!

Oh yeah, this'll be fun.

Oh yeah, the title – basically it's referring to when you walk in someone else's shoes. Just, you know, if you didn't catch on.

Disclaimer: Don't own Teen Titans or any related items.

Raven and Robin find they have switched bodies. Now the slightest tasks have become massive obstacles as they assume the other's role. They relish the chance to thoroughly humiliate one another, but know that inevitably they must open up and spill their secrets…

NOTE: "Raven" will always refer to Raven's mind, and "Robin" will always refer to Robin's mind, regardless of which body they are in.

More than Shoes

Chapter One

Robin liked sunrise. In fact, he loved sunrise. The promise of a new day – anything's possible. He loved having time to think and reflect in solitude, and what better time than the morning? A new day, a new beginning, a clear state of mind…

His jet-black hair ruffled in the soft breeze, his cape gently swaying. It was so calm, so peaceful up on the roof of the tower. There were no Titans running around rambunctiously, no bad guys to thwart. He stood alone, looking over the city.

He'd been there for minutes, hours… Time seemed to stand still… just as it did every morning.

Robin wasn't known for his contemplative, quiet ways. He was known for being instinctive, quick to act and impulsive. He was the leader of the Teen Titans, one of the best martial artists in the world, and Teen Queen Magazine's heartthrob of the year. He liked attention (though not so much as Beast Boy) and he loved action. He was stubborn, proud and confident; he jumped at the prospect of a fight and thrived on competition.

'Something big is going to happen today,' he thought to himself. But now that he thought about it, he said that to himself nearly every day. Being a superhero, the claim had entirely lost any value; and even when he wasn't fighting villains or evil monsters, life at the Tower itself was like a soap opera.

"Robin," a voice interrupted his thoughts, making him jump. He instantly turned around, on guard. Right. Only Raven.

"Oh… hey, Raven… what are you doing out here on the roof so early?" he asked conversationally, relaxing into a casual pose to disguise his initial flinch at her voice. Maybe a bit too casual.

"Asking you if you want pancakes, after Cyborg and Beast Boy decided they were too lazy to come get you and therefore I should go," she said, annoyed. "And it's eleven o'clock, Robin. Even Beast Boy's up. It's nowhere near 'early'."

Robin tilted his head slightly. "Eleven?"

She nodded once. "Eleven."

"Ri-ight. Eleven." Had he really been out there for that long? Sunrise… until eleven o'clock? "Are you sure it's eleven?"

"Yes. Now do you want pancakes or not?" she asked, agitated.

"Er… pancakes?" he made a strange face somewhere between trying to look pleased that she'd offered and utterly horrified at the thought of Raven's pancakes. As Cyborg had said, the girl did not know how to cook. The thought of the lumpy, bubbling globs on the griddle was enough to revolt anyone. Raven was infamous for her awful cooking; even more so than Starfire with her alien food. Last time she'd tried to make them it had been nothing short of a disgrace to pancakes. "I… uh… as much as I love 'pancakes'…"

She glared at him darkly. "Cyborg made them."

His grimace quickly turned into a grin. "Well, in that case…!"

Robin smirked as she stalked off, muttered something along the lines of 'try eating pancakes after I throw you off the roof'. He watched girl as her blue cape swished behind her, then followed. She was just too fun to tease. It was a thrill to get her riled up.

"Wow…" he muttered under his breath. "Eleven?"

"Yes!" she nearly screamed, throwing an object at him.

"Ow!" Robin rubbed his head gingerly. She'd thrown an alarm clock at the back of his head. Really hard. He picked it up, reading exactly eleven o'clock. "Okay, okay, eleven…" His brow furrowed. "Wait. Did you bring that up here just to throw at me?"

Her expression remained vexed; except for the corners of her mouth, which seemed to straighten slightly.

"Hurting people should not be how you get your fun. You need a hobby," he laughed.

She raised her eyebrows slightly suggesting this was her hobby. It was amazing how well she could conceal her emotions. She didn't even have a mask. It was even more amazing that he had trained himself to read her emotions even when she did hide them…

"Pancakes are waiting," she reminded him for what seemed like the umpteenth time, as that was nearly all she'd said during the entire short encounter.

"I know," he said, slightly annoyed.

"Someone's testy," she said dryly.

"I know! I mean, throwing an alarm clock at my head? Come on!" he laughed. She rolled her eyes. "Okay, okay. Let's go before the pancakes are all gone. And before you throw me off the rooftop."

"Whaaatever."

Raven shifted her eyes to the right, watching the syrup trickle out of the bottle with slight disgust. It wasn't so much the syrup, but the fact it was going directly down Beast Boy's throat, as Cyborg and Robin cheered. Boys.

She then shifted her gaze to her left and realized Cyborg and Robin had in fact been rooting for Starfire, who was chugging mustard in competition with Beast Boy. And winning.

She sighed, looking down at her meal. Why could they never just have a normal, decent breakfast?

"They're better with syrup," Robin said to her, watching amusedly as Raven prodded her pancakes in a bored fashion.

"Whatever," she replied in a slightly rude manner. She felt as if her patience was running thin every time Robin spoke or did something. She felt annoyed with him just for his existence. It was as if he was Beast Boy, only worse. And the most infuriating thing of all was that she had no reasoning for it. She couldn't figure out why.

"Don't want any?"

"How could you tell," she said rather than asked, rolling her eyes. She crossed her arms – a habit of hers.

"Er, you alright?" he asked. 'I want you to stop talking,' she thought, exasperated. But he was only being friendly... There was no way of justifying her irritation.

"Fine. Whatever. I'm going to go get the mail," she said, and left breakfast a little too quickly.

"What's her deal?" Raven heard him say after she was out of sight. She sighed. What was her deal?

Leaning against the wall, she decided she had to figure out what it was, right then and there. She closed her eyes, concentrating, and focused…

Robin - confident, and with reason. He was good at pretty much everything. Was she jealous?

He was smart. He could figure most things out with no problem. He could solve most cases and learn things easily. Maybe he didn't pore over leather-bound books the way she did, but he was indubitably bright. He was the only one whom she could truly have a good verbal war with. It was frustrating; a challenge. And she liked it. She enjoyed every moment of it – watching his face as he struggled to find a comeback, the desperation in his voice as the realization sunk in that he was losing, the way he could never just give up.

Maybe… maybe it was his insufferable pride. His overwhelming confidence, his refusal to accept defeat… it was annoying. The boy just could not admit when he was wrong. He was arrogant; so arrogant it often put others at risk. But why now? Why had it started to bother her now? It had never before – she had tolerated it reasonably well, as she too had a haughty exterior to her.

Maybe his actions towards her had changed. Had they? Yes, they had… but it had been in a good way, not a bad way. As hard as she searched for recent changes that might make her dislike him, any changes had been for the better. Now he treated her as an equal. Before, he'd seemed to respect her, but on a different level. Now he was kind to her… he was nice to her. He didn't ignore her, like he used to. He made jokes – he'd become a much closer friend. In fact, he'd become her best friend. Of course, that wasn't saying much, as she only had four friends including himself. She was a loner.

But he didn't treat her like a loner anymore. He asked her if she wanted to talk. He asked her if she wanted to join in. He even sometimes asked her to help or do chores – something nobody would even consider before. He treated her like she was a normal human being. And even though ninety percent of the time her answer was "no"… he managed to coax her out of her shell one out of ten times.

Was it the pressure he now had put upon her? There was pressure now. Pressure to say yes. Pressure to go do something… and maybe have some fun. Fun. It was a foreign word to her up until recently… But ten percent of the time, she gave in and let herself sample the exotic sentiment. And it was all his fault.

Wait, no. That couldn't be right. She couldn't hate him for that! That was plain stupid. Robin had made her a better person. He'd made her more trusting, more open… was he making her more vulnerable? Was he weakening her?

No… she knew now there was nothing to fear but fear itself. By being more trusting and confiding in others, she, on the contrary, became stronger. And he pushed her. He pushed her to talk and to listen. He pushed her in a manner both gentle and effective. He did it by way of example. He, too, was prone to keeping secrets and being distrustful. But he confided in his friends… and he showed her that she, too, could do the same.

So what was bothering her?

Raven opened her eyes, knowing she wouldn't find the answer right then. It would come to her later, she supposed. Besides, she didn't want to think about him. She resumed her walk towards the mail.

"Wow," Robin stated, as Raven came in with a tremendously large package. She was using her powers to haul the box across the floor.

"Dude!" Beast Boy shouted, scrambling towards the package. "Let's open it! What's inside?"

"Let's read who it's from, first," Robin said, smiling slightly, remembering what had happened last time they had opened an anonymous package.

"It is from 'BB and Star's biggest fan'," Starfire read, grinning. "Oh! How pleasing!"

"Oh yeah," Beast Boy grinned. "I've got lots of fans. This guy or girl hasta be pretty conceited to think he's my biggest fan."

"Let us unpack this parcel," Starfire said eagerly.

Cyborg, Raven and Robin all shrugged, looking at one another, amused by the joy the other Titans got from having a 'biggest fan'. They watched the two tear open the box, much as a child does on Christmas day.

"Whoa, dude, it's a candy machine-thingy!" Beast Boy shouted. "This is the happiest day of my life… Well, one of, anyway…"

"What does it do?" Starfire asked, eyes sparkling with wonder.

"It's a candy dispenser," Robin said, eyeing the device. It had a sparkly red metallic body, with a clear glass bubble on top holding the candy.

"Yep! You turn the knob, and then the candy comes out that little door right there," Cyborg explained. "You just push the flap back with your hand, and… Voila! You've got candy!"

"Delightful!" Starfire exclaimed. "May we?"

"Yeah!" Cyborg and Beast Boy yelled simultaneously, and the three of them started to tussle for the first candy from the machine.

Robin smiled, shrugging slightly, while Raven glared on. "Er… want one, Raven?" he asked.

She raised an eyebrow. "No."

"Alright then," he said, sighing slightly in defeat.

"Oh, it is delicious!" Starfire squealed. Cyborg and Beast Boy nodded, each having one of the abnormally large, coloured spherical candies in their mouths. "Friends! Try one!" she gestured towards Robin and Raven.

"It's alright, Star," Robin said, shrugging. "It's too early in the morning for sugar."

"It's past eleven," Raven reminded him, with a glower that concealed a smirk. Robin instinctively rubbed the sore spot on his head where she literally had clocked him. Now she let the smirk show through.

"Hey, what's this?" Cyborg asked, finding an envelope inside the box. They had overlooked it in their excitement. "An envelope!"

"Well… open it!" Robin urged.

"Yeah! Open it quick!" Beast Boy said, excitedly.

Cyborg tore the envelope open, revealing… a note attached to three tickets. Each Titan bore a similar, slightly confused expression. They were all curious as to what the tickets were for, or what the note read, but primarily they were confused by the number. Three. There were five Titans, after all, and consequently everything occurred in fives.

Cyborg examined the tickets. "Plane tickets?" he said, confusion still evident in his voice.

Robin took the note, then read it aloud. "'Dear Titans, Well first I just have to say that what you do is amazing, and that, well, I love you. Beast Boy, I think you're hilarious.'"

Robin paused as they all simultaneously raise their eyebrows, except for Beast Boy, whose face positively lit up.

Robin continued to read. "'Cyborg, I think you are the epitome of cool. Starfire, you're kind and sweet… not to mention gorgeous.' Er… the letter says that," Robin quickly said. "'Raven, you're so mysterious… and pretty too.' Again, that's the writer speaking… 'And Robin, I envy you. You're so strong and smart. You're a great fighter, and have amazing leadership and interpersonal skills. You lead the Titans confidently and with dedication. I wish I could be you.'"

The Titans stared blankly at Robin. "It seriously says that?" Beast Boy finally asked.

"Do you think I would make something like that up?"

"Yes," Raven, Beast Boy and Cyborg answered unanimously. Starfire giggled.

"Whatever," he huffed, then continued reading. "'Anyway, I really appreciate what you're doing for the city. You've beaten countless powerful villains… such as Slade, Trigon and Control Freak… and you've always been there for us citizens of Jump City. I thought that it was about time you got the break you deserve. I've enclosed three plane tickets down south to the comic convention, and you'll stay four days at a hotel. Everything's been booked and paid for! Thanks again for your contribution to the city, and for providing me not one, but five role models I can look up to. Thanks! From, Your biggest fan.'"

The Titans sat there for a moment, digesting everything, before the room erupted with excitement and confusion. More specifically, Starfire, Beast Boy and Cyborg shared in the excitement, while Robin and Raven looked confused.

"Wait, there's more," Robin said, attempting to speak over the voices of his friends. Only Raven listened attentively. "'PS – Only three of you can go. Two of you need to watch over the city! Heheheheheheh,'" he read, mouth twisting into a smile as he read the written laughter.

"Oh… how considerate," Raven said, rolling her eyes.

"How are we going to decide who goes and who stays, then?" Robin asked.

"Looks like they've already decided," Raven said through clenched teeth. Cyborg, Starfire and Beast Boy each had snatched one of the tickets, holding onto it for dear life. Robin rolled his eyes.

Neither had really wanted to go, but that was beside the point. They knew that, quite simply, they wouldn't enjoy it as much as the others would. Raven did not like comic books, and was even more revolted by the stereotypical geeks who liked them. Besides, she didn't do fun. And, well, someone had to keep Raven company…

"You better get packing, then," Robin said. "You should be at the airport in… half an hour!" At this, the three joyous Titans stopped dancing in victory over the tickets and all scrambled to their rooms to pack for the four days of utter geekdom.

The operations room was empty except for the two of them, now, and it was dreadfully quiet. "So, uh, looks like it's just the two of us, huh," he said, making conversation. Or at least trying to.

"I need to meditate," was all she said, and walked away, leaving Robin alone.

Robin sighed slightly. She was a challenge, alright. She was quiet, mysterious and downright perplexing. And he liked it. He liked the thrill of trying to get her to smile, or make her laugh. He even liked trying to get her annoyed or irritated. It was… a game. But Robin's games never ended until he'd won.

He hated himself for thinking that way. He didn't want to think of her as some little puzzle where, once he'd cracked her, he'd tire of her and throw away. But he couldn't think of any other explanation for it, so he came to accept it.

He heard footsteps, sounding more like a stampede, as Beast Boy, Cyborg and Starfire ran with their luggage out of the building. He hadn't seen, but he'd known it was them. He heard the faint screech of the T-car as it raced away, and the Tower was filled with a hollow silence.

Robin had never hated silence. He was quite secretive, and kept things to himself. He often worked late at night when nobody was around, and liked to sometimes have time to himself, to just think and reflect.

But this time, he didn't want it. He didn't want that silence. He didn't want to be alone in that huge room, because he knew Raven just didn't want to be with him. He went out of his way to try and make her laugh, or smile, and playfully teased her trying to elicit a response – any at all – she could care less. No… it wasn't that she didn't mind. She minded, alright, and didn't like it. She plain didn't like him, and that hurt.

Robin sighed inwardly, sitting down on the round couch. He absentmindedly ran his glove through his hair, before grabbing a Gamestation controller. He turned the Gamestation on, ready to play Mega-Monkeys 4, when…

"Greetings, Robin. Your number-one nemesis has returned yet again!" a voice boomed, followed by maniacal laughter. The gigantic face of Control Freak was plastered across their enormous TV screen.

The normally composed Robin actually jumped; this had been the last thing he'd expected. He tried not to display the disgust he felt, however was not completely successful. After all, Control Freak's face, magnified a couple hundred times, was enough to bring anyone to tears.

"You're trying to hard to sound evil," a voice said from behind him. Raven. Her voice was flat in tone, however her eyes twinkled, and mouth was twitching as if she was trying to repress a smile or laugh. Robin had the uncomfortable feeling that she wasn't laughing at Control Freak; she was inwardly laughing at his own little spaz attack.

"Really?" Control Freak asked. His face contorted into - Robin couldn't believe it – a twisted attempt at the puppy-dog face. Robin couldn't help but grimace. Raven couldn't help but smirk.

"Well," Control Freak continued, regaining composure after eliciting no response from Raven. "I am back, and I have already set my devious plan into action! Shall I go into detail, explaining my sinister plot?"

"We couldn't stop you if we tried," Raven said dryly.

Control Freak beamed. "That wasn't a compliment," Robin said, watching as Control Freak's large face fell again, before he started laughing evilly again.

"Well, Titans, prepare to face my wrath! For I am about to unleash upon you something most terrifying and utterly evil! Are you ready for this?"

"Yes – you're wasting our time," Robin said, annoyed. Nobody had any patience for Control Freak. Ever. Not even Robin.

"Well, let's see. How about a little back story first, hmm? Don't evil villains usually start with that?"

Robin rolled his eyes for what seemed to be the millionth time in a matter of seconds. "No."

"Well… seeing as I am the baddest villain you've ever faced, I will anyway, because I'm a trendsetter! Well, it all started out online… 10:23 pm. Online forum. The absolute best online forum there is… my forum.

"Unfortunately, though, as I scrolled through the posts, I realized that – could it be? Several members had left my forum! And with that, a few of them left a parting message… 'Goodbye, BBStar 4ever. You've been a great forum, however… I've decided to join… xXRobxStarXx's fan club, as the sudden realization has donned upon me that they were meant for each other.'"

Robin's eyes widened, slightly terrified. "BB… Star? Rob… Star? Is he referring to maybe us?" he muttered under his breath.

"And the other half that left… they departed with another message… 'BBStar4ever, it's been fun. And I will always have a place in my heart for you. But I'm sorry to say, that I must leave, as I have grown to realize that xoxBB-Raexox is where I truly belong. Thanks for the great times, and I'll always remember you. But BBRae forever!"

Robin's mouth gaped. Raven's was closed, as if trying not to be sick.

"So you see, Titans; I had to do something. I couldn't stand for that! So I consulted my numerous handbooks on evildom, and decided how I should remedy the situation. And of course, I figured that the only way to get my loyal followers back was to make sure RobStar and BBRae could absolutely never happen!" he said, rubbing his hands together in an attempt to appear sinister.

Raven looked slightly worried. Robin was in his fighting stance, ready to take on anything. His mind was rapidly thinking of what Control Freak might use to annihilate them. Maybe an army of giant robots would materialize in Titans' Tower, or maybe he would transport them to another dimension…

"So as I'm sure you've already figured out, I sent your other friends on a little trip, so I could get you alone!"

"What did you do with them?" Robin demanded.

Control Freak's unibrow raised a bit. "Oh… I just sent them to the comic convention," he said. "Why? Should I have done something with them?"

"No," Robin said, patience wearing thin.

"But then, I can meet them there!" Control Freak said, breaking into evil laughter again. Raven and Robin both rolled their eyes for the umpteenth time. "I'm going right after I'm finished with you! Haha, I see you're shaking with fear!"

"No we're not," Raven said blandly.

"Yes you are! Well, I knew that you two would stay behind! And also in the package – remember the candy machine? Well, I knew you two would resist that as well! Which is why my plan is so flawless – I know all of yours!"

"All of our what?" Robin asked quizzically.

"Flaws!" Control Freak exclaimed.

"When bad guys have a climactic statement, it has to be clear and concise. The good guys have to understand it without further explanation," Robin said, smirking ever-so-slightly.

Control Freak jotted some notes down in a notebook, nodding as Robin spoke. Raven slapped her hand to her forehead. "Okay… mhmm, gotcha," Control Freak muttered as he wrote.

"Okay!" he said, resuming his evil rant. "Well, I set out to prove those n00bs wrong, and then it hit me. The only way to get you out of the way… would be to get you to break up with them!"

Raven and Robin exchanged sceptical glances. Was this guy for real? He was absolutely deranged. Although, they were grateful he hadn't even thought of the most obvious solution, which would be to kill them.

"Um, except for that we're not actually dating anyway," Raven said, disgusted at the thought of going out with Beast Boy.

"Concisely!" Control Freak smiled. "But those ignorami know nothing, and I need to prove it to them once and for all!"

"Ignoramuses," Raven corrected.

"Really?"

"Trust her. She's good with insults," Robin nodded.

Control Freak scribbled it down in his handy dandy notebook, before pocketing it and bringing out something else. It was, as expected, his insignia – a remote control.

"Oh, no, not another," Robin sighed.

"Why yes, Robin. Yes another! Supervillains always have a trademark weapon of doom!"

"Yeah. Except you're not a supervillain. You're an obese, creepy, gross old man who is wasting our time," Raven snapped.

Robin grimaced. Ouch. Control Freak's unibrow raised slightly.

"Sorry. Did I mention that you're obese, malodorous and a complete and utter failure at everything?" she said, maliciously.

Control Freak's beady eyes narrowed that much more, opening his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, he put his large fingers on the remote and pressed the proverbial big red button.

"Oh, way to go, Raven," Robin glared, before he was overcome with an enormous headache. Raven, too, was clutching her head, as Control Freak's device was put into action. They could hear delighted laughter over the noise inside their heads, as Control Freak laughed and clapped, much like a toddler.

The headache only worsened, and the noise got louder, and they could only make out small pieces of what Control Freak was rambling about. Something about how now he could guarantee that Beast Boy and Starfire could be together forever, as their actions would cause the other Titans to hate them, messing up every potentially intimate moment possible.

The noise inside their heads finally ceased as they passed out on the floor. Control Freak's unpleasant face disappeared from the gigantic television screen, and the Tower was filled with silence once again.

Raven slowly sat up, rubbing her head as she came to. She opened her eyes, blinking several times. The Tower looked… different. In fact, everything looked different. She could still see, yes, but it was like… It was like when she wore Robin's mask!

"What? Why am I wearing-" she stopped speaking abruptly, realizing that her voice had changed too. She gasped, heart racing, hoping that the situation wasn't what she thought it was. She glanced down at her green, gloved hands, and then her matching pants. She swallowed nervously before leaping up to her feet and running towards the window.

In her reflection, she saw Robin staring back. His clothes, his body, his hair, his face… She nearly screamed, before realizing that boys couldn't really scream. And, lo and behold, her own body lay sprawled out on the ground before her. She cursed under her breath, running over towards her cloaked body. She rarely cursed, but this was indeed an occasion worthy of swearing.

She felt more agile and ran faster – Robin was quicker than her. "Oh no…" she muttered, grimacing at the male voice that came from her – his – lips.

"Robin?" she asked, nudging her own body. "Robin?"

Robin awoke to the sound of what sounded like his own voice. Confused, he opened his eyes first to the realization that he had no mask on. He touched his face with his fingertips, realizing that not only was he unmasked, but his gloves had been removed as well. He then realized that the one staring at him intently was none other but himself!

"What…" he trailed off, clasping his hands over his mouth. This wasn't his voice! This was…

"Raven?" he asked, disbelievingly. He stood up and glanced over at his reflection in the mirror just as Raven had done, seeing that he indeed was in Raven's body. "Oh… God, no…"

He ran his hands through his hair, realizing that it was Raven's luminous indigo locks that he had just touched. He glanced at his hands, seeing they were delicate and pale. The cloak around his shoulders was a royal blue, and quite heavy, too. He then looked down, but immediately looked back up, blushing furiously as he realized that, well, to be quite blunt, he now had breasts. A couple plates and glasses shattered in from the kitchen area.

"What?" she asked snippily, seeing the blush upon his face. "You have to control your emotions."

"I… I know," he said, still feeling the blush upon his face. "Look! Look at the screen!" he said, seeing some text on the TV screen. He welcomed the distraction.

Robin and Raven,

When you wake up, you will without a doubt realize that I am indeed the most evil villain of all time. Muahahahaha! You see now, that in four days, the two of you - the most socially inept when it comes to relationships – will absolutely mangle any relationship with Starfire or Beast Boy. Hahahaha! Now BBStar will be inevitable, and I'll have proven myself to the community and my forum will be most popular again! Oh, and you can't tell them. They are not allowed to know. If they find out, even if it is not from you, remember those lovely candies from the machine? Upon their finding out, toxins will be secreted and will flood their bodies. You wouldn't want that now, would you? Be good little Titans and keep up the charade, or else…! You have four days until they come back, and then you will stay in those bodies for an additional week. Have fun!

- Your biggest fan,

Control Freak

"This isn't fair!" Raven whined after they had read the message. "I've already had a situation where I was involuntarily put in someone else's body!"

Robin nodded absentmindedly, watching as the note disappeared from the screen. "Looks like we'll have to deceive the others into thinking that I really am you… and you're me," Robin said. He frowned. He'd have to work on mimicking Raven's tone of voice.

"Fine. Whatever."

"Hey… Think about it! It might be fun!" he said, grinning.

"Rule number one. No smiling. Rule number two. No dynamic expression can be displayed in voice tone," she said monotonously.

"Okay… rule number one for being Robin… No perma-frown. Frowning while in deep thought, or during a serious time is okay, but you have to smile once in a while. Rule number two, you have to have fun…"

"Raven's Powers 101," she continued, eyeing several objects with an ethereal black glow floating dangerously in the air. "Find your centre…"

Robin had caught on extremely quickly, Raven found. She supposed that, indeed, he was a very calm and composed individual most of the time, and did hide his emotions quite well. She'd always credited that to his mask, but she had to acknowledge that he deserved credit this time. He easily focused on the task at hand, and could control his thoughts and feelings with extraordinary talent. In fact, in what seemed to be no time at all, he was flying around the operations room, showing off by juggling three glasses with his powers.

"Don't get too cocky, bird boy," Raven said, but was quite amazed. He gently set the glasses on the counter, before swooping down and gracefully landing.

Raven started walking out the door into the corridors. "Where are you going?" he asked, flying to catch up, then flew alongside her.

"To meditate," was her automatic response. He looked at her, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"You don't have to now," he said, reminding her.

"Doesn't mean I don't want to," she said, resentment in her voice. She didn't like being corrected.

"Come on. You're allowed to laugh, cry, smile, get angry, be afraid… and there won't be any consequence! Nothing will blow up, no manifestation of evil will come to life… You have freedom, Raven! There are no consequences!" he said convincingly.

She did not stop, nor did she show any signs of acknowledging she had heard a word. He couldn't tell what she was thinking behind the mask, and quickly realized how annoying it must be for the others when they couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Well…" she started.

"Come on! We might as well have some fun. And we have to work on this act – we have to completely and thoroughly know what we're doing, or else they might get suspicious and… yeah," he said, not needing to finish his sentence.

"Well…" Robin stared at the smirk upon her face. She looked at him. "I could show you how to put on a bra."

WHAM.

Robin crashed headfirst into a door then falling to the ground. He heard a slight laugh escape her lips, although it was with his voice. "Ow," he mumbled, sitting up.

"Watch it – that's my body you're injuring," she said in her usual emotionless manner, though amusement was still evident in her face.

Robin didn't reply; instead he stared at the door he had just crashed into. His eyes widened slightly, panic spreading through his body as realization hit him like a brick.

When he didn't answer, it hit Raven as well. It was the bathroom door. Bathroom.

"Holy fucking crisis, Batman," she uttered under her breath. "Control Freak is more than evil. Trigon could take some pointers."

END OF CHAPTER.

Okay, so I had a little too much fun there. I absolutely love Control Freak and his geekiness! Muahahaha!

Review please!

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