This is a really old fan fic-one of my first for Teen Titans. I remember looking through a mail order catalog and found some art work of a dark Celtic fairy that part of my pen name was taken from at the time. I had this whole fallen angel idea in my head for an original fic-but had writers block for my original fictions at the time. That got me to thinking about Raven being half demon and this story was born of that. At the time I knew only that Robin and Raven were supposed to have formed on incarnation of the Titans-but I didn't know why-or why there was an earlier group that split up. So based on that little tidbit and the picture-this story and eventually a sequel developed. Big chunks of both are narrator exposition in the handwritten one. That is mainly what this first chapter is. Once I started it I didn't want to change it and I edited out what little there was an turned this into an introduction-the rest of the story will have dialog in it.
Gothic Angel
It is a dark and stormy night as Robin ventures through the deserted hallways of Titan's tower. He thinks its time to start a new team if he can't get the others to come back. He shields his masked eyes from the blinding flash as lightening strikes the island-rocking the tower around him. He ventures over to the window and looks outside. As another bolt of lightening flashes through the sky he could swear that he sees a figure laying on the rocky shore. He thinks at first that he's seeing thing as another bolt of lightening flashes overhead. Robin rushes outside to find a girl--no not a girl he is quick to realize-but angel. As another bolt of lightening streaks across the sky he picks her up the unconscious girl and carries her inside the tower. He has no idea how she found her way out here-or why she was out flying in this terrible storm. He rushes her up to the infirmary to tend to her injuries. As he lays her down on one of the beds-then turns on the light-he discovers that his initial impression wasn't quite accurate. The pale girl's feathery wings are black-not white. He can only describe her as a gothic angel. He stands there just gazing at her long indigo hair for sometime-he's never seen anyone with hair that color before. Only when blood begins dripping to the floor does he snap out of it and begins to assess her injuries. He stops suddenly looking around at the window.
Just when she seemed to have been dead she found an escape-so the monks really did teach her magic. She clearly isn't very practiced-judging from the raging storm her arrival to this alien dimension kicked up. She got away for now and has found help-but that won't save her for long. Her would be executioner disappears for now-but sliently vows to finish the job very soon.
He could have sworn he felt someone looking in. He looks back down at the girl-her injuries weren't caused by a lightening strike. She has clearly been beaten within inches of her life. He turns his attention back to treating her wounds-but lays his retractable bow staff out within easy reach. It seems like an eternity as he stands there cleaning up and bandaging her wounds on her body alone. Bandages won't stick to her He does everything he can for the mystery angel-the rest now is up to her. He finds a blanket in a storage closet and covers her with it. Robin picks up his bow staff and walks over to the windows looking out as the storm beings to calm. He looks around during the brief flashes of lightening before turning back to the girl as he watches her slow rhythmic breathing he thinks that is beautiful. He longs to know who she is-where she from-how she got here. Robin goes back over to her as she begins crying out in her sleep. He tries to hold her down as she thrashes about to keep her from making her wounds worse. He wants to speak to tell her its going to be okay-that no one can hurt her here but before he can voice it she calms.
Raven opens her eyes briefly as she senses that she is safe. She manages to open her eyes and look up at the masked young man in front of her. She tries to speak but finds that she doesn't have the strength. She can only gaze up at the guy before her for a few moments before she falls into a deep sleep.
That brief glimpse he caught of her eyes was breath taking. He has never seen anyone with eyes that color before. They match the color of her hair perfectly. Robin sure that he will never again see anyone with such beautiful eyes as his gothic angel. He steps back finally and straightens the blanket out over her. He brushes some hair back out of her face only to find some sort of blood red gemstone bonded to her forehead. He stands there for a few minutes staring at her now peaceful expression before he finally sits down on the second bed. He can't seem to take his eyes off her. He finds himself fearing that if he does she might wake up-disappear-and he will never see her again.