The start of Raven centric drabbles (whatever the hell you wanna call 'em). None of the chapters will be over 1,000 words, or at least that's what I plan. Erm...I guess these will be semi-related.

Disclaimer: Don't own em.

Everyone thought she was so damn perfect, and couldn't make a mistake. They compared her to Robin, said the two "birds" were alike, and that they should flock together.

Hell no. Not if she had a say in it. The two barely even looked at each other, let alone flirt. So, where in hell did they get that damn rumor from? Of course she had to associate with the boy, seeing he was her leader, but hell! She didn't like him in that way.

No way possible did she love the boy. And if she did it was purely like a damn brother. An annoying, arrogant, older brother. With no common sense and a hairdo to match. Oh, and don't forget his fashion sense.

Absolutely fucking beautiful.

Make no mistake, she didn't hate the boy, but they had their creative differences. For example, he liked coffee, she liked tea. He was human, she was part demon. He fought with his body and strength, she used her telekinetic powers in battle. They were different. No relationship there.

Eyes darted back to the fine printed newspaper, scowl now creeping onto visage as headline was read yet again:

"Robin of Teen Titans saves girlfriend Raven from enraged villain."

Scream of pure anger suppressed itself, usually placid face turning a bright red.

There had been no love in her rescue. She had merely been knocked unconscious, and was plummeting towards her very doom. Sure, the other three Titans could just have easily saved her, but she figured that Robin had that responsibility. Or felt that responsibility.

It did feel kind of nice to have his arms wrap around her though. Rather comforting. though.

She knew she just didn't think that damn thought. No way in fucking hell. He was just their leader, her friend, someone to talk to. Not anything else.

He didn't think of her that way, and vice versa.

Then why in hell did she have her arms wrapped around his neck in the damn photograph below the damn headline? And why in hell was one eye opened? And why in the fucking world was a damned smile dancing on her face?

Shit. She was in a lot of fucking trouble.

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